Well first off this story is just supose to get me into the swing of things once again. I've been really busy with Devantart lately that I forgot about this place.

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Lovino looked down at the many doodles in his notebook. Evidently, it was the most interesting thing in the classroom right now.

Even though he'd just moved here, he could most definitely say he hated this place already.

Well, maybe he didn't hate the school directly. He supposed it was a good school. Most of the teachers were nice and helpful enough. Hell, this school even gave him a free entry! It's one of those fancy-smancy private schools.

It was called "World Wide Academy". Lovino assumed it was because they would find good students from around the world and give them submissions. Though, Lovino wouldn't really call himself smart. He's just really into the arts. Don't judge him! I-It's that he's not that good in Math or Science.

He wouldn't call himself an artist, though. That's more of his younger brother, Feliciano's, job. Well, technically they're twins but Lovino was born a day before.

Him and his brother were both accepted into the school and transferred from Italy. Apparently, Feliciano and Lovino's Grandfather, when behind the tan-skinned Italian's back and sent in a submission forms for the two brothers. Before Lovino knew it, they were on their way to England, where the school was located.

When Lovino first got to the school all he could think was; "I've never seen so many people from different ethnicities in one place before…."

Honestly, he felt a little intimidated. And his slightly less than average small stature did not help. On his first day in the hall he was almost trampled by a hundred different people. He was also called many different names in various languages; he assumed they were all insults.

But he didn't really care. He was used to being bullied and pushed around in his old school. Maybe that's why Feliciano and his Grandfather signed him up for this school?

Lovino wasn't really sure why he was always picked on. It was probably due to his attitude toward others. He usually went around wearing a scowl on his face and ignoring others.

His brother on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He always went around with a wide smile on his face, and in the course of the day and a half the Vargas' have been here, has made many friends.

The closest of those many friends were probably Ludwig, a big studly German that Lovino personally didn't like at all, and Kiku, a quite Japanese boy, he was okay in Lovino's opinion, mostly because he didn't talk that much and was bearable to stand.

How many friends has Lovino made? Nessuno. Well, unless you count that annoying Spanish kid, Antonio, who offered to show him around on his first day, despite Lovino's arguments.

He didn't even hang around with Lovino all that much either. He had his own stupid friends.

Lovino sighed as he turned his gaze towards the window.

"Whatever. It's not like I need any friends in this stupid place anyway. I survived back in Italy with no friends. Who needs friends when you have someone as great as yourself?"

Lovino's eyes dulled as he longingly looked out the window at a group of kids who were on free period.

"But, still. It would be nice…to have friends. I suppose…"

Lovino was thankfully pulled from his thoughts when the bell rang.

"Alright class. We'll continue our lesson tomorrow." informed their teacher. A tall blonde woman with a British accent and thick eyebrows.

Some of the class groaned as they packed up their things and made it out of the classroom.

"Oi! Stop your complaining. This is an important section of our book." she some-what laughed.

Lovino packed up his things slowly. It's not like he was in a rush to go to class or anything.

"Oh, wait Mr. Kirkland! You too, Mr. Vargas." the teacher called out as she stopped the two boys from walking out.

Lovino and the other boy looked some-what confused, but made their way to the teacher nether the less.

"Um, yes ma'am?" asked the blonde haired British boy politely. It was strange. Lovino though the boy and the teacher looked the same in a way. The even had the same eyebrows.

"Arthur, as you are aware, this is Lovino Vargas. Our new student." she introduced you.

Lovino felt bit awkward. He just gave a slight nod to the British boy.

"Yes, I remember." replied the Brit as he have a glance towards Lovino.

"Well since he's new and all, I would like you to show him around a bit." the teacher announced.

The boy whose name was supposable Arthur, looked a Lovino for a moment. Lovino felt his face heat up a bit in embarrassment.

"Stop staring, dammit!" the Italian cursed in his head.

Before Lovino could reject the Brit responded.

"I suppose I could. But we probably don't have the same classes." he informed.

"Oh, no you do! Well, most of them anyway." the teacher replied happily.

"What!? Have you been going through my schedule again, Mother?" the British boy said a bit lower as I he didn't want Lovino to hear.

But, did Lovino hear him correctly? Did he say 'Mother'?

"Well of course I did, duckling! I have a certain privilege to look through your things." she smiled.

"No you don't. Ever heard of the word 'privacy', Mum?" the thick browed boy muttered.

He did hear him correctly! This is his Mother! Her name must be Mrs. Kirkland. Her name slipped him for a moment there.

"That's not important. Since Lovino is a new student I got a copy of his schedule and I noticed you had similar classes. So don't you think it'd be good if you were to show him around?" Mrs. Kirkland asked.

Arthur sighed. "I never said I wouldn't. Just think of other people's privacy next time, okay Mum?"

"Alright, sweetie. Now hurry on and get to class." she said as she shooed the two boys out of the room.

Arthur sighed as he and Lovino walked down the hall. "Bloody woman." he mumbled. "Sometimes I wonder if she even thinks."

Lovino glanced at the British boy who led him down the hall to their next class. He looked the boy up and down.

He looked extremely neat. His uniform was in perfect condition. Not one wrinkle. The only thing that didn't seem to be neat was his blonde hair. It looked some-what punk-rock-ish style, with strands flicking out all over the place. But Lovino had to admit it worked for him.

"Parents, huh?" he laughed as he turned to Lovino.

Lovino looked a bit surprised to hear the Brit talk to him.

The Italian didn't respond and just glared at the ground.

Arthur looked at the Italian confusingly. He then laughed a bit.

"You don't talk much do you?" he asked with a smile.

There was many seconds of silence until another voice spoke up.

"You don't have to show me around." Lovino said, still looking at the ground, revealing a thick Italian accent.

Arthur turned to him a surprised to hear him speak up. "Posh." he chuckled. "I don't mind. It's not like I'm going out of my way or anything."

Lovino didn't respond. Until he brought up a question.

"That woman was your Mother?" asked the brunette.

Arthur sighed. "Yes. She is."

"Isn't it a bit strange to have your Mother be your teacher?" asked the Italian.

Even though Arthur didn't really like the questions, he was glad that the Italian was speaking.

"Well, not really. You'll find that in this school many students have parents as teachers." Arthur informed.

"What about you? Hard dealing with your parents?" the Brit asked.

Lovino avoided the question by asking, "Are we almost at the class room yet?"

Arthur was confused as to why the Italian avoided the question but answered. "Oh, um yes. Its right here actually." informed the blonde.

Arthur walked into the class room and Lovino followed.

Translations:

Italian:Nessuno- None

Alright that's all I have right now. :I

This story's main paring is ment to be Prumano but England's sort of just a friend to Romano during the story.

And yes, the teacher is Britannia. All of the teachers are ment to be the Anncients aside from a few.

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That's all for now.

(I probally should be continueing my other stories but, *writer-block*)