You were driving with your parents,to the airport. Today was going to be the day you move out and go to college! It was kinda a scary thought,but Ahh! It's so exciting too! You stepped out and threw on your sunglasses as the sun was shining bright today.

You lifted your suitcase out of the trunk and did a final farewell to your parents. Everything was peachy except for...well the plane that you were taking there is special, so it was all countries. It took a pretty penny to get too so that college debt was going to be real.

But hey! It's college...

Your POV

Oh shoot! The plane is going soon, bye mom bye dad! I quickly scurried inside and got through security, boarded my plane. I took my seat which was lovely that it had to be a window seat. By lovely I mean OH DEAR GOD WHY?

I've heard of stories people having the worst experience ever on planes, especially window seats. So you can say I'm not thrilled. It took some time but I was starting to think maybe I was going to sit alone.But nope, some other guy took the seat next to me.

He gave me a confused look for a moment, but shrugged while taking the seat. "Hm...I've never seen a country like you before dudette!"He has these baby blue eyes and dirty blond hair with a cowlick. He wearing glasses and his eyes are just wide with wonder for some reason...

"Um...I'm a new country that's all-"
His eyes were sparkling, and he inched a bit closer to me. Talk about personal space..."You're?...A new country? Well I'm America and I'm the HERO! Hahaha!"
America huh...I'd be an idiot if I asked which one right?

"The hero? What do you mean by that?" He laughed, putting his hands on his hips triumphantly."I am everyone's friend! And I come to save them in their times of need! But unlike every hero I don't have a sidekick, I don't need one!"

I nervously looked out the window as the plane began to take off. I'm stuck with this guy for the rest of the time, and I'm going to be asked questions...about my country...how am I going to talk about political stuff with him when my country doesn't even exist?!

"So what country are you? I haven't seen your face around before!" His tone hasn't shifted from borderline yelling, speaking in statements rather then questions. But oh shoot...'Ok my country is (c/n).Nice to meet you America!'

No no too cheery...'(c/n).Don't forget.'
Hmm...that's a bit too serious...
"Uh dudette? You spaced on me! What country are you? Tell me tell me tell me!" He's almost like a hyperactive child...Look before meeting this guy I was completely confident in my ability to make some friends or allies but NOW...

I've shriveled up into that quiet, awkward, shy school girl like I was before. Major downgrade. "(c/n)..."
I avoided his intense gaze, I just want to get through this plane ride without losing my mind now...but seeing as he is an oversized child, I wont be able to dodge his questions forever...

"(c/n)? Oh ok right! When I get my dorm you should come over and we can hang out and stuff dudette! Here's my number..."

*America's Number get~!*

Besides my parents that's the first real contact in my phone...I'll just put his as America. "What?You're not going to put a picture for me?" He snatched my phone and took a selfie before smirking while handing it back. A bit rude but...I guess that's just his style.

We stopped talking from there because the both of us fell asleep. When the plane landed a different voice woke me up. "Come on America we are at the airport! Were going to be bloody late!"
British accent. Has to be England right? If it's not my judging will get in the way of things here....

"What? Oh....Coming , coming... Oh you should meet (c/n)! (c/n) this is Iggy brows!" I smiled politely before realizing he called him 'Iggy brows'. "Ugh don't mind him, he's a wanker. I'm the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Well that's my full title, but just call me England. A pleasure."

America ran off laughing obnoxiously and England held out his hand for me to shake it. I did, and then made some silly excuse to get away to find my bag. Once I got it I pulled out my map and called a cab to get to this college.Someone stood next to me and was also trying to get a cab, but they don't seem like they want to talk. That's fine because I wasn't planning on talking to him, America was too much...

He was taller then me with these rich green eyes staring off at the street with a bothersome expression on his face. But that one curl is bothering me way more then it should. The rest of his hair was fine but why did he just have that one huge abnormal curl--I am staring at it. And he is looking directly at me now.

"What the hell are-a you looking at?" Italian accent. Before I could respond someone else kinda bounced behind him with a similar curl and hugged him."Hey who are you-a talking to?"

"What? Nobody...stupid fratello..." He sighed before a cab pulled up. "Um!C-can I ride with you guys?If you don't mind..." Both of them looked at each other and exchanged looks. "Come on fratello! She's-a so nice!"

"We have somewhere to be. If I don't get to my dorm-" Dorm?Are they from the plane?"Are you guys going to World College?" The lighthearted one nodded and then the grumpy one huffed. "Fine.Get in the damn car." I sat besides him awkwardly as the other guy just seemed really giddy, a smile plastered on his face.

"Well if your going to the same place...My name is Italy! This is my brother Romano. I'm the Northern part and he's the Southern!" I smiled at this nicer man as he smiled back. For a moment I swear his curl turned into a small little heart for a moment.

"(c/n)..." I replied as Romano looked at me with narrow eyes before closing them. Italy's eyes have been closed the entire time, but I'm not trying to be rude...and ask about them. "That sounds like a nice country! I might want to visit after finals week...heheh..." I just smiled before looking out the window at all of the buildings we were passing just to get there.

The time was finally here! The ginormous college came into view and the cab stopped at the entrance. It looked beautiful~! Like a fantasy world...flowers perfectly aligned...grass freshly cut...yes...this is what I wanted...

Then a voice comes over a speaker as people are entering through at their own pace.

"Hello and welcome new students to World College! Please report to the Vice Principal Muffin for help with any and all questions! The opening announcements will be going on at 12:00 tomorrow afternoon! So have fun exploring until classes start!"

I could hear a few cheers from students...This was going to be my life for the next four years...Wait is my Vice Principal's name Muffin?