I took a deep breath.

First day, I thought to myself. I was both excited and worried. After all, first day at a new school and I have to put up with my brothers? That was going to be impossible. Right now, I was sitting in the back of the car. Of course, with my luck, I was in the middle seat, stuck between my brothers. One thing they always do is fight. I swear they can only agree on three things:

1. Protecting me.

2. Arguing with each other.

3. Dad's cooking sucks. (We all agree on that...)

Now my brothers are having a slap fight, while I'm still between them! That's it...

"Alright fuckers!" I snapped. "Shut the fuck up before I shove fucking bloody pencil down your bitchy throats!"

My brothers froze and stared at me. I couldn't hid my smirk, though my father (Arthur, not Francis) didn't find it as amusing.

"Alexandra Joan Bonnefoy!" He scolded, though my papa snickered.

"Please Iggy! You snap at your brothers like that all the time!" Papa laughed at Dad. Dad gave Papa a sharp glare.

"Well, difference is young ladies should be more proper!"

Did I just hear my dad right? Sense when was I proper? Though Alfred laughed at what Dad said.

"Pa-lease! She's related to me! She ain't going to be proper!" He snorted

"I want at least one safistacated child..." Dad whined.

"You have me Dad..." Matthew stated. Though the French-Canadian was so quiet, I could barley hear him, and I was sitting next to him!

The car finally parked. I then quickly undid my seat belt. I didn't even give Alfred time to get up before I quickly crawled across his lap. I threw the door open and fell out of the car, literally. I quickly stood up, brushing myself off before stretching. I almost had forgotten what it was like not to be jammed between my brothers!

"Yo sis. You look impressed." Alfred grinned at me as he climbed out of the car. "Place pretty cool, ain't it?"

I nodded a little, staring at the 'school'. It looked more like a castle!

Alfred then saw a boy with brown hair and green eyes. He had tanned skin and a gravity defining curl in his hair.

"Yo! 'Mano!" Alfred grinned and ran over to the boy, giving him a tight hug.

"Get the hell off me, burger bastard!" he growled, shoving Alfred off of him. He then looked at me. "Who the hell are you?"

"Alex Bonnefoy." I introduced myself.

"Hm. Lovino Romano Vargas." He said as he shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you Lovin-

"Please just call me Romano." He interrupted me.

"Oh, alright..." I mumbled.

"So, what do you represent?" Romano asked all of a sudden.

"New Orleans, and you?"

"South Italy."

"So, is their a North Italy?" I wondered out loud.

Romano nodded, "Si, he is my little fratello. Feliciano Veneziano Vargas, though he prefers Feli."

I nodded, glancing at Alfred... who was now running off to go talk to friends. Wait... he was supposed to show me around! My eyes widened a little.

"Al! Wait! Your supposed to show me around dumbass!" I called after him, though no luck. I sighed, "Fucker." I hissed under my breath.

"You swear a lot... I like you!" Romano grinned, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that.

(End of Part one)