Third person POV:

Alfred and Allen groaned as they at up. They were both in the same bed, dressed in pyjamas.

"What the f*** are you doing here pork chop?!" Allen yelled, kicking Alfred off the bed.

"Ow! No need to kick me man! I just woke up too!" Alfred exclaimed, rubbing his side before looking over at Allen. Alfred blinked before he burst out laughing. "Pfff hahahaha! You look like a tenth grader!!!!" Alfred yelled, pointing at Allen. Allen growled.

"So do you f**ker!" Alfred gasped and ran to the closest mirror, only to see that it was true.

"No way! I have to go through puberty againnn!!!" He whined. Allen rolled his eyes and muttered cures under his breath, looking around the room for his bomber jacket. Alfred walked back to the bed, only to see a note.

"Hey look! A note!"

"Read it pork chop! If you can, that is!" Alfred rolled his eyes at his counter part and looked over the note. "Dear Americans. This is AG! Because you will be helping to save (Y/n), you have to go back to school! Sorry about that, but it's the only way to get close to (Y/n) at the moment. You and everyone else are in tenth grade and attend a school called 'Sunshine High' in Canada. You two are TWIN BROTHERS. No exceptions. You also cannot kill anyone at the school or the teachers. You start on Monday and your uniforms are in your respective closets. I know Alex said you would be where you were at this point in time... But I decided to bend the rules a bit and bring you to Canada. You two need to share this house. So be careful with it. Everyone else lives near by so no worries. You two take a bus to school. The bus arrives at 7:05. So please be up by then. Don't be late. Alright! See you all in hell~ AG. PS. I hope you both can sing~ And or dance!" Alfred read. Allen cursed loudly.

"We have to wear f**king uniforms?! No f**king way!!!!" Alfred grabbed his bomber jacket and threw it on.

"We should go find the others and make a plan to save (Y/n) from whatever she needs saving from!" Alfred cheered before dragging Allen out of the bedroom. Allen dug his heels into the floor before throwing Alfred into a wall.

"I'm not f**king leaving the house in my f**king pyjamas. And don't f**king touch me you sh**ty pork chop!" Allen grumbled before walking back into the room and slamming the door closed, locking it. Allen looked through the closet on the left to see a couple pairs of his normal outfit. There were three white t shirts, five pairs of jeans and two pairs of white tank tops. Plus a couple of red, blue and black hoodies. Allen grabbed one of the t shirts and a pair of jeans before changing quickly. He threw his bomber jacket on and grabbed his sunglasses from the bed side table. When Allen walked out of the room, Alfred burst in, finally realizing he was in pajamas. He changed into a pair of jeans and a blue hoody with Captian America's shield on it.

"Alright! Now let's go!" Alfred cheered, running out of the house. Allen rolled his eyes and grabbed an apple from the kitchen. His baseball bat was next to the front door on top of a mat. Allen eyed the bat before walking out of the house, closing the door behind him. Alfred was already half way up the street, where the rest of the countries seemed  be be standing. Both 1p and 2p alike. Most of them were glaring at their opposites. Allen walked over and put his hands in his pockets.

"So what the f*** is going on?" He asked. Oliver shot him a glare.

"One dollar." He stated before holding up a piece of paper. "Did everyone get a note from AG?" He asked. Everyone nodded while looking around the group.

"It seems like AG has registered us at Sunshine High and turned us into the age of a tenth grader." Arthur said.

"Fifteen to sixteen." Mathias piped up.

"Right." Arthur nodded. Alfred put his hand up, waving it around frantically.

"Did anyone else's note ask if they could sing?" He asked.

"Mine asked if I could dance." Gilbert said.

"Does anyone knov anything about 'Sunshine High'?" Ludwig asked.

"It sounds like a drug school." Zao stated.

"Sunshine High is a high school for teens who are trouble makers. Mostly made up of brats, gang leaders, and troublemakers." Mathew said. 

"Sounds like a great place." Victor said, rolling his eyes.

"I wonder why (Y/n) goes there. She was so kind in the future." Hungary said.

"That is in the future." Matt pointed out.

"What day is it today?" Bernard asked.

"Sunday, da?" Ivan said, looking at his phone. Alfred groaned.

"That means we have school tomorrow! Annnnnnnnd, we have to be up for 7:05!" He complained. Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Shut it you bloody git. We all have to wake up that early so stop your complaining." Arthur growled, smashing the back of Alfred's head. Oliver giggled.

"One dollar Artie~" He cheered. Arthur groaned and grabbed a dollar from his pocket, tossing it to Oliver.

"My name is Arthur. Not Artie." Arthur mumbled.

"We all know you love it Artie~" Oliver said.

"Shut up!" Arthur exclaimed, making Alfred laugh.

"He's not denying it dudes!" He yelled. Arthur's ears turned red as he punched Alfred.

"I SAID SHUT IT YOU GIT!!!" He yelled, causing people passing by to give them weird looks. Arthur cleared his throat. "I think we should mark where all of our houses are."

"We're all next door to each other black sheep." Francis stated. "I thought you would of figured that out yourself."

"Say that to my face, frog!" Arthur yelled as they began fighting. Oliver sighed and shook his head.

"Not even a day in to being in the past and we're already at each other's throats." He muttered. "(Y/n) wouldn't want us to fight 24/7. It's bad enough we have to live with you. Let's just get this over with to save (Y/n)." Oliver stated before walking into his shared house with Arthur. Many of the others that weren't fighting went back to their new houses as well, attempting to make peace with one another. Or to at least call a truce until they could save (Y/n).