[Conny]: Hetalia + School + Countries + Humans = ...CHAOS. Don't you agree? Obviously, this whole school setting isn't new or original...but I hope this idea is a bit unique. I have this giant idea for this story, which you will see soon enough. I fear I'm making these chapters too long, but...does longer mean better? You can be the judge of that! Also, I'm using the human names (something I am so not used to).

Well, I obviously don't own Gakuen Hetalia, nor Hetalia itself. But now... would you please enjoy this story? Oh, a quick note. When you see "M." that is the same as "Mr." That's how the French abbreviate "Mister." "Tante" means "Aunt." And désolé means "sorry."

"Papa, look what I got in the mail." The French girl ran into her home, startling both her elderly father and her aunt. She had forgotten to take off her shoes, but that was the last thing on her mind. Who really cared about muddy carpets?

"Jane, if I didn't know any better, you'd be as old as your younger brother," her aunt scolded, while tending to her brother-in-law. He was growing old and his wife could no longer be there to help care for the family.

"Do not compare me to Enzo. I am not as childish as he is." She was waving the paper in the air, soon after her retort. "But tante! Papa! Look! I got a scholarship to go to an international school in Rome!" She didn't understand why she would be going to this school, but who could turn down an offer like this? Oh, yes. Her. "I'm not sure if I should go."

"Angel, you should go," M. Belrose said, his voice rough and gravelly. "Once in a lifetime." He took a short breath, taking in the oxygen his tank was providing. Jane's heart was struck by a cattle prod, it happened each time she was presented with situations like this. Her father was most important, but he made it so that she was the star of the show. It was obvious he would not lose this one.

"Don't you dare start up, Théophile." His sister-in-law looked rather bothered. She was on the borderline of frustration and anger. The woman brushed her graying bangs out of her face and behind her ear.

"Luther," he murmured. "You know how much I hate my first name." There was a strange tradition that had to be followed. The boy, no matter in his youth or age, would be called by his middle name. His family was quirky about this, when they were children in the past. That was a time in war, a time too long ago.

"You are Théophile and your son is Luca. Not Enzo." That didn't stop the tradition at all. To be honest, Jane's aunt only wanted to avoid the topic of this scholarship.

"Angel, I know you want to go. So take the chance while you can. Carpe diem, seize the day," the elderly man said, showing a nearly toothless smile. "And please, Marie. Must you always act like a donkey with a stick shoved up it's-"

"That's enough out of you, you crotchety old man!" The middle-aged lady huffed and left for the kitchen to fix up a snack. "We now know where Luca gets his language!" Jane and her father chuckled, unable to hide their laughter.

"Papa, should I?" The papers stated she was qualified to join the academy for a year. It also stated why she was illegible to attend the private school, expense free. She was a brilliant student in her English class and had even started learning Italian. Her other grades were excellent and she was said to be a good role model for the other students. Her politeness and generous was to be admired.

"It's not my decision. I think it's a good opportunity."

Just before bedtime, Jane entered the bedroom that belonged to her father. He was laying comfortable under the comforter, taking slow and deep breaths.

"Papa?" Jane was unsure if it was such a good idea to tell him right now. It was nighttime after all, but the decision was made.

"Yes, Jane?" he wheezed out, trying to keep his head clear. His eyes were heavy, M. Belrose was struggling to stay conscious.

"I'm...going to go."

The next morning, Jane was stuck with her little brother. Luca-a.k.a. Enzo-was only a seven year old. That's less than half her own age, but that didn't hinder their friendship. Even though they drew each other crazy sometimes, they still loved one another dearly.

"Where are you going, Jane?" he asked, while watching her pack a suitcase. He only knew that she was leaving, but nothing more than that. Just how long would she be gone? To where was she going? Would she stay in touch?

"I'm going to school, Enzo." This is going to take a while, she thought to herself. She wasn't sure if he would understand or not. "My school isn't in France."

"Where are you going?" She tried not to wince, as his voice became more distressed. "If not in France, where are you going to school?"

"In Rome." He became so upset that he wouldn't speak to her. Enzo left Jane's room, his head of golden brown hair ruffled with his hands intertwined in his locks. She didn't want him to be like this, but maybe some time to let it sink in would help out the boy.

"It's recommended that you leave before the year starts," Marie said, making sure that all of Jane's things were in order. "Oh, dear. I can't believe you're actually leaving us. You've grown so quickly." She took a moment before saying, "Your mother would be so proud."

"Thank you, tante Marie." Within seconds, Jane's brother wrapped his arms around her waist and held tight.

"Don't leave. Please don't go. Please! I don't want to be left alone with tante Marie! Take me with you!" Jane and her father laughed, as the woman huffed. The boy was being completely serious, which only made it all the more funny.

"Désolé, Enzo, but you have to stay here. I'll try to save up some money, that way I can visit." A round trip by train from France to Italy shouldn't be too difficult to scrap up money for, the girl believed.

"You traitor." He took a second, then sighed. "I love you, Jane. Have fun and find yourself a boyfriend!" His last words brought about a harsh flare upon her fair face.

"Why you little-!" Before she could chase him, the boy bailed and found his hiding spot. Jane composed herself, having the last and hardest goodbye to say. "Bye, papa." He was standing tall, with his homemade cane supporting him. The names of her family was scrawled into the wood, her name being at the handle of the cane. She smiled up to him, seeing his smile too.

"See you soon, angel." Jane couldn't help it, she hugged him tightly. "Don't worry about me. You go and have fun." She shook her head, hiding her face in his shirt.

"But papa, what if you-"

"Jane, darling, don't worry. I'll be fine, just as long as my angel is too." They broke away from their hug, Jane teary-eyed. He stopped her for a moment and took the hair-tie she had around her wrist. Even with his shaky hands, Jane's father made an elegant French braid with her butterscotch hair.

"Thank you, papa." With an exchange of 'I love you' and 'goodbye,' Jane left her home for the train station. She felt like this had become the next chapter in her life, but was unsure of the future ahead.

While waiting for the train, Francis couldn't help but notice a charming girl standing near him. His urges to woo the girl was growing, but he had to keep his attention to his luggage. It would be a long trip to Rome and he would want to keep his eyes peeled for his things. Crime may be low, but that doesn't mean there aren't thugs out there.

"Monsieur, do you know when the train arrives?" The young man turned to the girl, quite stunned that she spoke to him. Oh, not to mention those dazzling eyes. Never before had he seen eyes as blue as the strip upon the flag of France. Her dimples and those bangs gave her a girlish appearance, but she gave off the appeal of a polite and mature woman. If only he could just keep staring-

"Monsieur?" That certainly snapped him out of his daydream.

"Should be arriving any minute." His resolve broke too soon. "How are you, mademoiselle? You seem quite alone. Are you going to be visiting someone? A relative, possibly a lover?" It only took a few moments for her to stop smiling.

"I'm sorry, monsieur, but you will have to try harder, if you are trying to pick me up." The train did arrive just as he said it would, so they both took seats near each other. Not that the girl wanted to be around him, but she didn't have much of a choice.

"You didn't answer my question." Francis couldn't help but wonder what he did wrong. Maybe he took the wrong approach with this girl? Did she already have someone she was interested in? He'd have to find out. Because if she didn't...how in the world did she resist his charm?

"I am going to Rome." She looked out the window, watching suburbia fade away.

"Really? That's where I'm going as well! May I ask for your name? I'm sure it's as lovely as you." She sighed, apparently not pleased by this immature man.

"My name is Jane. Yours?" Francis smiled, and proudly declare his name. They shock hands once and let go. "Francis, would you like to play a card game? I brought a deck with me." He agreed, though he wasn't a big card player. He suggested strip poker, but was rejected instantly. Of most of the time spend of the day, the two played cards. Francis threw in many obscene and provocative comments, most of which Jane immediately looked down upon. By nightfall, Jane had fallen asleep. Francis was so close to checking her bra size, but froze when Jane's hand stopped him. This girl was smart in her sleep, that is sure.

By morning, the train had arrived at the Italian station. Both Francis and Jane headed in the same direction, but it seemed Jane was lost. She understood the signs around her, but was simply unsure of how she was supposed to get to her school. France was just about to hop into his specially ordered taxi, when he noticed the girl. He took a second, considering that he could swoop in and be her knight in shining armor. He seized his chance and told the cab driver to wait.

"Jane, do you need help? Where will you be going?" She shook her head, not wanting his help. Jane knew she needed a cab and noted the one idly standing by. Taking the opportunity, she stepped in and told the driver where to go. Francis also got in, making the girl move away from him. The driver hit the gas and threw them into traffic. Francis decided to keep his mouth shut, getting the feeling that Jane didn't want to speak. He was right, but Jane had felt quite uncomfortable in this silence. It just didn't feel right.

Not long after, they were driving up a road that seemed completely forgotten by society. It was beautiful, the canopy of the trees created dancing shadows on the ground and on the smooth road. Flowers swayed in the slight breeze, sending their scent off into the world. Soon, iron gates came into view. Along with the gates came the school. There was a romantic feel, mixed with modernization and a touch of Gothic built into this school. Jane had almost forgotten that Francis was in the car.

"You're going to this school?" she asked him, somewhat surprised. The look on his face was similar to hers, though a bit more awestruck.

"You are as well?" They nodded to each other, but smiled all the same.

As they stepped out of the vehicle, they met a man in a suit and tie with a neatly trimmed haircut. His gray bread matched his hair, it somewhat reminded the girl of her elderly father. Although, this man was a bit younger than her papa, that's for sure.

"I see you two met up along the way. It's nice to see you again, M. Bonnefoi. It's also a pleasure to meet you, Mme. Belrose." The two returned their greetings, though Jane was still amazed by the academy. It could easily fill the whole world! "Come along. I will be showing you to your rooms." They grabbed their luggage and followed the man into the school. Through grand hallways and up marble stairs, Francis and Jane were presented to a room with their names engraved in bronze plates on the door.

"Wait, I'm sharing a room with him?" Jane didn't mean to sound rude, but...of what she's learned of Francis so far, she would rather have a different room. Did this school seriously allow the male and female students to share rooms?

"Don't worry, Mme. Belrose. If you think he will do anything, you have full rights to protect yourself." The man gave a stern look to Francis. "M. Bonnefoi, I do not want to hear another harassment complaint, understood?"

"Yes, Monsieur U.N." With that, the gentleman left them. Jane entered the room first, noticing that the beds were opposite of each other and that the room could be clearly divided. She occupied the left side of the room, getting straight to unpacking.

"Can we share a bed, Mme. Belrose? What a befitting surname for you. Beautiful rose, indeed." Francis had his arms around her waist and was far too close for comfort. Jane felt his breath on the back of her neck, it sent shivers down her spine.

"I will only say this once, Francis. If I am touched in any way whatsoever-that I do not approve of-then you will have your head chopped off." That threat reminded him so fondly of his past. The rebellious memories of his youth where peoples' heads guillotined and displayed about like balloons. "It won't be the head you are thinking of." As she said that, Francis pulled away and his hands went to cover his crotch.

"You wouldn't!" He loved both of his heads, but it was this one that would hurt worse.

"I see we have made a deal." Jane smiled, but realized something. She looked around the room, seeing if there was a phone. There was, but she was unsure if she would be charged money for using it. After all, she was merely a guest in this place.

"The phone is free, if that is what you're wondering about." She thanked Francis, then went over and tapped in the phone number of her home.

"Hello? This is the Belrose residence. Who is this?" Enzo sounded so mechanical, as he spoke.

"It's your sister, Enzo." It took a moment for the boy to realize it really was his older sister, but she interrupted him before he exploded with happiness. "Are you all well? Is papa doing all right? Tante Marie isn't being too terrible, is she?" To Francis, Jane seemed like quite the caring sibling. He sat on his bed, smiling towards the girl. She tried avoiding his strange grin, but her face lit up in embarrassment. She didn't like having his eyes on her.

"We're all okay. Tante Marie is actually calmer and papa is taking a nap right now. How are you? Was the trip to Italy fun?" Jane found a piece of paper and wadded it up. Taking aim, the blonde pegged the Frenchmen in the face. It brought a smile to her face.

"I suppose it was. I have a roommate-his name is Francis. He's a lot like Uncle Jacque." The young man didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, so he asked. Sadly, he was simply ignored.

"Oh, is that so? Does papa have to go over with his hedge trimmers? I can bring papa's spare cane," Enzo said so cheerfully, not to mention so eagerly.

"Enzo, no. It's okay. I can handle him. Not as bad as Uncle Jacque, but borderline." Francis then concluded that the man she keeps mentioning must be some rapist or molester. It was the only thing he could think of. Wait a second-

"I am no rapist! I am simply a lover of all things beautiful!" That only earned him a pen to the face.

"Jane, please come home? I don't want you sharing a room with that weirdo." Jane weighted out her options, but she already knew she had one choice. She didn't have the money for a trip home, so she was stuck at the school.

"Sorry, Enzo. I'll take to you later. Classes start next week, so I still have a lot of time to talk. Tell everyone I said hello and that I love them."

"I will. Bye, Jane. Love you." After returning the goodbye, she hung up. This was going to be a long year, she was sure of that. Might as well start learning now, right?

"Francis, since you seem to have been here before, may you show me around?" Without even hesitating for a moment, the blonde dragged her out of their dorm room. He went through every hallway and showed every cranny that she should notice. These were the places that a stalker (i.e. himself) would go, should he want to properly follow his prey.

Eventually, they entered the courtyard. The sunlight that filtered through the treetops created a somewhat romantic atmosphere. The flowers and their fragrance only enhanced this feeling, so typical of Rome. Jane felt an arm around her waist, which broke the mood she had fallen into.

"Francis, I will give you two second to please stop touching me." She was polite, yet sounded so cruel. Francis just knew he would love his roommate, but he failed to heed her warning. His foot was crushed by the thick heel of her shoe and by reflex, he let go and held his foot.

"Oh, mon Dieu! Tu es très cruelle!" (Oh, my God! You are very cruel!)

[Conny]: Okay, that was chapter one! I have absolutely no idea how many chapters there will be of this story, but surely there will be many. Also, I should just say this now. Yes, I will try to throw in some foreign languages into the story (as much as I know). By that, I mean there might be times when the characters are speaking in that language. So would you like translations? In the story or in the beginning? Or should I not include the languages at all and just italicize the words, so that that can mean they are speaking the native tongue? Does it disrupt the flow of the story? I would like some opinions. Thanks for reading!