IMPORTANT!

This is a sequel story, if you haven't read the first two stories in this series, 'Call us Hetalia' and 'Call me Unnoticed' this story will make zero sense to you. Zip. Zilch. Nada. So please go and check out the original stories, starting with 'Call us Hetalia!' Thank you!

*Sigh* Here we go again, huh? I really enjoy writing for this series, and since the stories seem to be popular with everyone, I figured, hey, why not make it a trilogy? And you know what? Everyones been begging for more Austria, Hungary, and Prussia in the story, so guess what? I'm making them main characters!

I hope you will all enjoy this latest installment in the 'Call us Hetalia' series!

"H-Hey...Alfred? Alfred?" Came a whispered voice.

Alfred rolled over on the couch and groaned.

"What do you want, Mattie? I'm trying to sleep!"

"Sorry, but you do know everything for school is are starting in fifteen minute right?"

America's softhearted teammate, Canada, asked in his shy voice. He donned a red dress shirt with a black vest and black dress pants. His wispy several swirled curl bounced above his head.

"Mattie...do I look or sound like I care?" Alfred grumbled.

"No! But Headmaster's lecture is soon, Alfred." Matthew said, giving his friend a gentle shove, trying to get him up and failing miserably.

Alfred seized a pillow and dragged it over his head.

"You can fill me in on it when you get back." He replied.

"Alfred, you know that doesn't count, the entire student body is going. It's in the auditorium, so it has to be important." Matthew said.

"Yeah, yeah, and you can give me the full run down after a two hour nap."

Matthew sighed and seized Alfred's foot, pulling.

"Come on, please?" He begged as he pulled with all his strength, not seeming to be able to make the American so much as budge.

"Mattie. Do me a favor. Just pretend you never saw me. You can say you thought I was already at the auditorium."

"Alfred it's not up for discussion if you don't go your gonna get in trouble!"

Matthew cried, yanking harder on Alfred's foot.

Alfred kicked outward and the power behind it sent Matthew onto his rear.

Matthew leapt to his feet with a furious look on his face.

"Alfred Freedom Jones, get up right now or I'll...I'll...I'll drag you out myself!"

Matthew exclaimed in his loudest voice.

Alfred didn't seem to have heard him, he had started snoring.

"Get up or I'll go find Arthur!"

"Why am I afraid of you finding caterpillar eyebrows?"

"Francis?" Matthew tried weakly.

Alfred made a noise that seemed to say 'Are you serious?'

Matthew gritted his teeth.

"Get up before I go find Yao and tell him it was you who painted mustaches on his favorite Hello Kitty poster!"

"I'M UP! C'mon Mattie! Don't you know that the Headmaster's lecture isn't optional?" Alfred cried, tumbling off of the couch, revealing that he was actually dressed.

He wore a red dress shirt with a black tie and black pants.

"Where's my jacket!? Where's my jacket!?"

He demanded, spinning on the spot.

Matthew sighed and held up his red bomber jacket for him, with an overlarge Hetalia Academy insignia on the lapel.

"Thanks! I swear, I don't know what I'd do without you, Canadia!"

Alfred exclaimed as he threw the jacket on, seized Matthew's arm, and charged out the door.

"I-It's C-Canada!" Matthew choked out as they broke into an all out sprint down the hallway.

"I wonder if any else is cutting it this close?"

Matthew questioned.

Suddenly Mathias, dragging Lukas behind him, came hurtling from an intersecting hall.

"Sup!" Mathias cried as he and Lukas joined the two allies in their mad dash toward the auditorium.

"This annoying idiot took forever because he couldn't remember where his tie was. Any of his eight different ties."

Lukas said to Matthew.

Matthew nodded, "Alfred didn't want to wake up."

The four burst into the auditorium just as everyone was taking their seats.

"Sweet Lady Liberty! We just made it!" Alfred cried as they filed down towards their respective teams.

Being members of the top teams of the academy, they had front row seats, and they settled down with their other friends.

Along with the Axis, one of which was reading, one of which looked pissed off, and one of which was asleep.

"Feliciano Luciano Vargas if you do not wake up this instant I will personally take that huge stash of pasta you have and give it to your brother." Ludwig growled.

"I'm awake!" Feliciano's head snapped up from his german friend's shoulder, where it had been resting.

"Please do not fall asleep again. Headmaster Rome has us in the front because he wants us to show a good example. We cannot fail in such a simple task." Kiku said.

"I agree."

"Ok. I'm a-sorry." Italy said as he sat back in his chair, kicking his feet.

"Here comes the big man." Alfred whispered as the lights of the auditorium dimmed and Rome came striding out onto the stage, the only lit portion of the room.

"Hello, everyone!" He exclaimed, waving as the other Professors, Professor Germania and Professor Gojosen to name a few, walked out onto the stage.

The Professor's Greece and Egypt were there as well, though they were often referred to as Ancient, since they were both from the old academy, and by now two younger members of the student body had taken their original code names. Prof. Ancient Greece smiled warmly as she waved to the students, and Prof. Ancient Egypt had a completely unreadable expression. Several other countries including the original America, who'd been dubbed Prof. Native America after Alfred had arrived, was absolutely beaming at all of the students looking up at them all.

"Well, I'm sure everyone is looking forward to the fast approaching four day weekend you all are receiving, but as you know, Hetalia Academy stops for nothing! As such, your Prof. Germania has an important announcement."

After this, Rome handed the mic over to Germania.

He cleared his throat before speaking, walking over to the edge of the stage, his long blonde hair drifting out behind him.

"Hello everyone. I would like you to know that, after a long debate between all of us Professors, we have made a decision. A small group of younger than average, absolutely brilliant children have caught our attention."

Tino brightened up, lifting his head higher from his front row seat, he'd been accepted into the academy at fifteen, a year to young, and thus far had been the only exception to the sixteen year old age requirement.

Germania saw the question written on all of the student's faces.

"You may ask, how old? Well, I will answer this for you."

Germania took a deep breath.

"They're thirteen"

Whispers hissed out across the auditorium like a wildfire crackling, everyone saying basically the same thing.

"A thirteen year old at Hetalia Academy? That couldn't be right, that's just to young!"

"We've elected that, since our usual code names are countries, we would refer to this group as 'micro nations'." Germania continued, pretending to be unaware of the doubtful words and expressions flitting through the crowd.

"I know what your all thinking. Sixteen already feels like to young to be entering a world such as ours. We put our lives at risk every mission, do we not? How could a thirteen year old do this? Act mature and make heavily weighted decisions in the field? Well, these kids we've selected seem to be different. We were planning on waiting until they were the appropriate age, but we just can't wait that long. They are becoming bored in school, becoming irritated with work that doesn't seem to challenge them. Their lives are just a single song set on repeat. This may not seem like an issue now, but think of this. When they are bored in school, they get in trouble, when they get in trouble, they go to detention, when they go to detention they are labeled as 'the bad kids'. This can lead to them using their astounding intellect for something less than legal. And no, not the good less than legal, like us."

The doubts were stopping, the faces in the crowd were slowly becoming more open to the idea.

"As such, we are assigning only our best to handle the process of bringing them in. Team Axis will be given one. The Nordic 5 will be given the one. And an up and coming team that's been begging for a chance, the East German's will take the third. As for the rest of you, if you are approached by these teams to assist them with their assignments, please give them their full cooperation, thank you."

With this, Germania handed the mic back over to Headmaster Rome.

"Now then, onto other matters. Today we will be discussing the dos and don'ts of stealthy breaking and entering. Our first point will be..."

As Rome began his lecture, the Axis, German's, and Nordic's all glanced at each other, wide eyed.

Though none knew it, they were all thinking along the lines of the same thing.

What are we being thrown into now?

Heh, heh, heh...*rubs hands together* get ready for multiple frying pan Hungary attacks, Prussia! And possible kidnapping...still toying around with that one...

Prussia: Why do you hate the awesome me!?

Amethyst: I don't hate you, theres a poster of you on my wall, next to Japan. I love you.

Prussia: Of course, because I am awesome!

Amethyst: Then, Japan is one of my favorites too, and in one of my stories he gets shot, another one he gets bombed, another one he's blinded, and in one other one he's excommunicated, then in the last one he gets torn apart inside by his dark and light sides until he nearly has a mental breakdown.

Prussia:...Can I request not to be one of your favorites anymore?

Amethyst: Nope! Now do the thing!

Prussia: If you want to see the awesome me...and my less awesome teammates the other East Germans, in the next chapter soon, you have to favorite, and follow, and review! Danke!