I was awoken by the sound of the captain speaking overhead. With a jolt I looked out the window at the ground before I watched some people start to get off the plane. They all looked really... unique to say the least. America was still fast asleep and I wanted out so I tried to gently wake him.

"America.... we are here..." I put a hand on his shoulder to shake him a little since my words seemed to do nothing. How was he sleeping so blissfully at a time like this?

"America you git get up! We have to go!" A British accent was heard as I looked up to see someone with forest green eyes and dirty blond hair. He was wearing a semi formal suit that made him look pretty nice compared to America's bomber jacket.

America woke up with a groan and looked at the man with half lidded eyes. "Iggy you don't have to be so stuck up about it...fine let's go..."I moved my hands away from him and slowly stood up as America rubbed his eyes and looked back at me. He was quite tall...Taller then this 'Iggy' person.

"Hey can I give you my number? Maybe we can hang out later dudette!" I paused for a moment, he wanted to give me his number? I mean it seemed like a friendly gesture but... I don't even know him...After a couple of seconds of silence I took out my phone and hand it to him to put in his number. As soon as he started putting it in he seemed to take a selfie with an annoyed Iggy in the background.

*America's number get~!*

America handed my phone back with a smile before walking into the isle and laughing as he walked past the shorter male. "I apologize for him. He's a pain in the arse to deal with." I nodded a little as I walked out into the isle to him.

"He wasn't that bad...he's just a little childish and all...." I replied to him as he nodded, holding out his hand to shake mine I assume. "My formal title would be the united Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland...but most refer to me as England. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." I reached out my hand and shook his hand accordingly.

"I'm (c/n), nice to meet you..." It's so odd that I'm introducing my myself as a country. He gave me a weird look as I let go of him, letting my anxiety flow through me. Why was he looking at me with such... disapproval?

"I've never heard of you before. Where is your country located?" I gulped before replying with some random location. He stared skeptically at me for a moment. It felt like an eternity, because he just seemed reasonably smarter then America. "I see." He said starting to walk away. "I suppose I'll see you around then." He waved behind him a little as I took a moment to take a deep breath and keep moving forward.

I got off the plane and quickly got my bag before exiting the airport, looking at all of the people around. It was a pretty nice city, so maybe I just might walk around for a bit before heading there...I walked onto the sidewalk seeing all of the cars passing by and the people walking as they all seemed to have somewhere to go. I was just standing still amidst all of the chaos and my eyes focused on this one guy. He was also standing still, as he tried to wave a taxi over.

Everything else just seemed to slow down as I looked at him, he just seemed so off compared to all of the other normal people around. Greenish brown eyes that were slightly squinted in annoyance as his expression seemed quite hostile. He had a tight grip on his suitcase but his brown hair...It had this one huge curl that I just wanted to comb out from how out of place it was.

After staring for a bit I assume he noticed me and glared at me before angrily walking over. "What the hell are you-a looking at you stupid ragazza?!?" He yelled at me as I was frozen in place, too surprised to really respond. He had an Italian accent and an enraged one at that, all for just staring at him for a little.

"U-uh... I'm sorry I didn't mean to anger you..." I stuttered quietly, looking down in shame but to be honest, I was a little mad that he was yelling at me for just looking at him! He growled and looked away from me before I heard him groan a bit. A higher pitched Italian accent was heard as I looked up to see someone run toward him and hug him.

"Fratello~!" He said happily as the green eyed man tried to pry him off. "Italia let go of me right now!" These guys were brothers? And he called him Italia...are they both countries as well? My mind was spinning from how awkward the interaction was before the higher pitched one looked at me. I say looked loosely as his eyes seemed to be closed the whole time. "Hey were you-a talking to this bella ragazza? Ciao Ciao!" He let go and smiled at me, walking up to me a little.

"She was staring at me and that's creepy." The grumpy one crossed his arms and looked away from us as I kept my attention on the one in front of me. "Hey you were on the same plane as us! You must be a country then! That's great! Don't mind my fratello, he is kind of a dick." I was a little surprised someone so nice cursed...especially while describing his own brother...

"Well at least I'm not the one always going on about Germany..." The grumpy one butted in just as a taxi came rolling up to him. He started to get in as the eager one frowned a little. "Oh... looks like we are going...Hey maybe you can come with us!" He smiled and held up the book bag he had in his hands. "Here come on ragazza! You're going to the dorms right?"

I nodded and smiled a little at his kindness compared to his brother as we both got in the taxi. We both out our stuff in the trunk with the other one's as I sat next to Italia...Oh he must be Italy judging by the accent and all...Then who is this grumpy one?

"Thank you... My name is (c/n) by the way..." I introduced myself as the cheery one nodded and smiled. "My name is Italy, and my big brother Romano who you met. I'm the northern half of the country and he's the southern half." I nodded at his little explanation as I looked over at Romano to see him looking out the window, avoiding the conversation completely.

I continued to talk with Italy the whole ride as he seemed quite nice and generally friendly. He seemed to be a bit too nice, as he gave me subtle compliments as we talked, making me blush a light pink when he did. Eventually we started going up a rather prominent hill, overlooking the ocean. All of the grass was freshly cut with flowers lining the road. The wheels on the taxi came to a sudden stop once at the entrance of the giant campus. I watched Romano pay as he exited the car. I quickly did the same and removed my bag from the trunk before strolling a little away from the car to look at the ocean.

"Hey ragazza aren't you going to your dorm?" Italy stood next to me with a confused expression on his face.

"Yes I will, I just wanted to look at the ocean a little. It looked a little alluring." I responded as he faced the direction of the ocean and smiled.

"Mmm...Okay...well I will see you around then okay? Bye!" Italy said cheerfully, walking away with his backpack on his back as he just followed his brother. I stared out at the blue water for a while before I heard a speaker turn on, as a female voice came on.

"Welcome countries of all sizes! Everyone please take your time exploring the campus. If there are any questions please go to Vice Principal Muffin or Macaroon. Normal classes shall start tomorrow."

The speaker went off but wait...My vice principal's names are Muffin and Macaroon?