English Literature is only for those who speak English, or are up to the challenge of learning a new language while studying literature.

Among the countries attending this class are America, England, Japan, and the guy who lives upstairs from America. What's his name again?

One day, when Japan walked in, he sat between a careless America, and an agitated England.

Midway through class, Japan felt something hit his head. He looked down to see a rolled up ball of paper. He uncurled it.

That English teacher is hot ;)

Japan glanced at America, who winked at him.

"Hai, she is quiet attractive."

"Japan!" Japan's eyes widened when the teacher called on him.

"H-hai?"

"This is English Literature, you respond, 'Yes'." She said.

"Y-yes." He said.

"Good, now read the love poem on page 84."

"H-hai, I mean, yes!" Japan picked up his book.

"Rovery Rucy.
My rove for you is abundiant.
Rovery Rucy
Rove me, sharr you?" By now, England and America were snickering, trying to control themselves.
"Rovery. . ." Japan paused. "R-l-r-Lucy." He struggled.
"L-l-lovery R-l-Lucy,
My r-l-l-love for you is abundiant.
L-l-lovery R-l-Lucy,
R-r-l-love me, sha-l-l-l... shall you?"

The teacher gave him a sly smile. "Good, before you know it, you'll be able to speak better English than those three." America and England stopped laughing. America clapped Japan on the back.

"Good job, buddy! Let's celebrate!"

"Cerebrate?" Japan asked.

England nodded. "Just sing La bamba and we'll go." America laughed.

"Ra bamba?"

"England, you're a cold hearted bastard!" America said, wiping away a tear.

"Ah-hem. You can celebrate after my class!" The teacher said.

"Hai!" All three said.

Welcome to World University, where you take classes on the language you've spoken your entire life. Here you can get the finest education, delivered by hot teachers and mean, but also caring, assholes of classmates.