Your First Lesson is English, _____ -san~!
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Nations stepped into the small class where you have English. Your new English teacher decided to re-arrange all the tables. Every time new teacher came, every time everyone had to move seats. Seriously, couldn't everyone stay in once place? 

You were told to sit in between Arthur and Alfred, in the back row. You looked down the row, it seemed that all the English-speaking countries were there, and there wasn't many of you. Matthew waved at you. Oh yes, Matthew was lucky, he spoke fluently in two languages, English and French - so unfair!

Even though you spoke English, it still seemed hard for you - it is supposed to be a really easy language!

"Ok Class," Your teacher clapped, pointing at a pile of papers "for now, I will let you talk for a few minutes while I hand these out."
'Yes! Chatting Time!!' You laughed in your head as you turned to Arthur. He was reading "Harry Potter" By J.K Rowling.  When there was freedom to talk, he read a book!? You sighed, there was nothing wrong with that - but you really wanted to talk to him.
'He's probably still upset about not being able to speak in tutor class' You giggled, you watch his eyes and large eyebrows move in excitement as he read.
You looked around the room, Alfred was laughing at Gilbert who accidentally confessed that he still wrote a diary and owned a blog, Francis and Antonio went to pester Ludwig, Feliciano and Lovino, Ivan was being pestered by his two sisters, while Matthew sat quietly, staring at the sight in front of him.

You saw a blank piece of paper appear on your desk. 'What was this?' You asked yourself, about to turn it over. The teacher soon finished handing the papers out and by Gilbert's "Vat Ze Hell?!!", you guessed it was the English Exam Results.

You gulped, grades meant everything to you, and you hoped you were able to get an A. If you get any lower, you would want to crawl in a dark corner for hours in despair, like that last time.

There was the fate of your life, right in front of you. You heavily breathed in and slowly turned it over, revealing a .....
An A+!! Your eyes widened in shock and happiness. Yes!! You were overjoyed! And your excitement took a while to die down.

You looked over to Alfred seeing him slouch and heavily sigh.

"What's wrong Al?" You asked, concerned. Alfred couldn't have had a bad grade! English was his first language too!
"I got an A," He sighed,
"There is nothing wrong with that!" You laughed, patting him on the back, " Actually, that is really good!!"
"Yeah, but look what the teacher wrote!" He said pointing down at red ink in the teacher's writing.
Your eyes flickered past Alfred's surprisingly beautiful handwriting and met the teachers note. It read, Alfred, I have heard you are American, but please spell "Colour", "Favourite" and "Behaviour" properly.
"That's not right!" You agreed, "There is only a few minor differences to American English and, well, British English/English!"
"I know right! I can't wait for this teacher to leave!"
"Alfred, this school changes some of their teachers every term."
"Exactly!" He said turning around and yelling "Yo, Matthew, whacha get?"
You couldn't hear Matthew's reply, he was far too quiet.

Speaking of quiet, you turned to Arthur who was sitting with a smirk on his face.
Oh yes, how could you forget? Every time there was an english exam, Arthur would have gotten the highest grade out of all the class! It was like he made the language!

You sighed and smiled, "Is it higher than A+?" You already knew the answer to the question though.
"It is a A+++" He smirked, you never knew such a grade existed!  
"I thought so," You said, rolling your eyes and chuckling softly.

"Alright," Your teacher said, clapping his/her hands loudly to get everyone's attention. "since we have ten minutes left in this lesson, I think we should jot anything you have done in the holidays."

After an easy task of writing descriptively about your exciting term off, you gave a little stretch and peeked at the clock. Two minutes left. You sighed and then began to pack your pencil case and planner away when a sudden,
"Excuse me ____!" It was your teacher. Looking at you with an irritated face. "What do you think you are doing?"
"P-packing my stuff away.." You whimpered, seeing every nation's eyes on you.
"Well stop! I haven't told anyone to ---" He/She was interrupted by the bell ringing loudly. He/She sighed angrily, "See me after class."  

Everyone soon packed away, shocked that you, the kindest, brightest girl in the school, could be told off so sternly.
"I'll wait for you ____," Alfred whispered, as he swung his backpack over his shoulder.
You nodded and slowly crept up to the teacher's desk.

A seconds later, which felt like days, the teacher finally stopped lecturing you. You stepped out of the classroom door and shutting it behind you. Alfred was there, like he said he would be, leaning on the wall.
"That was quick," He said with a cheery smile on his face.
"It felt like aaggeess!!" You moaned as you walked down to your next classroom.
"Dude. It was only a few seconds! We're not even late for our next lesson!"
"You should have been in my place then, all he/she complained about stuff like disturbing other students and the noise level. What does the noise level even have to do with me?!" You said, mocking your teacher's voice, Alfred simply chuckled. "You know what Al? I can't wait for him/her to leave next term!!"
"Bwahahaa, yeah, he/she seemed nice for a few minutes and then becomes horrible like that!" He said, clicking his fingers.
You nodded in agreement and then soon found yourselves by your Maths class door.

"Erh, why are we here so soon?!" Alfred moaned, standing in the doorway.
"Pfft, come on Alfred, it's Maths! Everyone loves it!" You said sarcastically and pushed him into class.