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You woke up to a dreadful and horrifying noise known as your alarm. Realising that it was a school day, you groan and hesitate to get out of bed, but do it anyway. The bed creaks as your bare feet touch the cold floor and even more so when you lift yourself up. Maybe you shouldn't of watched THAT many episodes of hetalia last night. Feet thudding on the floor, you get yourself ready.
You come down the stairs, still tired, and get some breakfast. Since the house is silent you hear the ticking of the clock on the wall. Looking up at it, you are going to be late, as usual.
" great. Another lecture from the head, probably"
rushing to finish, you pick up your bag and take a quick look in the mirror as you leave. Seeing your (H/L) , (H/C) hair, messy and covering over your (E/C) doesn't help increase your confidence going to school, let alone being late.
As you enter, the halls are eerily quiet and quite creepy, you think. Quickly rushing to your class, history, it seems as though you won't get caught, but alas, turning the corner you see a prefect standing a couple of feet away.
"oh, you again. Shouldn't you be in class?"
"yes, but-"
"come with me."
you don't move, mentally praying for a miracle.
"oh please let me off just once, oh PLEASE-"
"im not buying it, you know. You do this every morning."
before you can protest, the prefect drags you to the head's office.
Being pushed through the doors, you stumble about for a few seconds before looking at the desk, seeing a face of hate and disgust.
"late again , miss ___ ?"
you move your weight from foot to foot, and suddenly blurt out what seems to you a logically good explanation to being late, but in fact a bunch of nonsense.
"IM SORRY THAT I WAS LATE AGAIN, BUT I WAS-WAS-WAS, ermm, HELPING A LOST KTTEN ON A - I MEAN IN A TREE AND-"
"be quiet, ___" he hisses, glaring daggers, obviously thinking of a million things that were wrong with you, as usual. It had always been that way, on the first day, he had stared accusingly at your hair, muttering about kids nowdays. What? You thought having your hair blue was cool at the time.
"see me after school for a detention." a detention. How surprising.
" for an hour and a half, this time"
your jaw dropped. An hour late home was not something easy to explain to your parents, let alone an extra half an hour.
"But-"
"you have a lesson to go to now, yes?"
"yes, sir."
"good. Go then, ___."
"go then, ___. im also annoying and hate you." You repeat, muttering under your breath.
"what was that?"
"nothing!" you quickly escape from hell- you mean the head, and head over to the door labeled: H2. Composing yourself, you open the door and walk in, your apology ready on your tongue.
"im sorry im la-"
your jaw drops and eyes grow wide as you stare at the person infront of you, who draws their attention from the board to your presence.
England?

Description
You woke up to a dreadful and horrifying noise known as your alarm. Realising that it was a school day, you groan and hesitate to get out of bed, but do it anyway. The bed creaks as your bare feet touch the cold floor and even more so when you lift yourself up. Maybe you shouldn't of watched THAT many episodes of hetalia last night. Feet thudding on the floor, you get yourself ready.
You come down the stairs, still tired, and get some breakfast. Since the house is silent you hear the ticking of the clock on the wall. Looking up at it, you are going to be late, as usual.
" great. Another lecture from the head, probably"
rushing to finish, you pick up your bag and take a quick look in the mirror as you leave. Seeing your (H/L) , (H/C) hair, messy and covering over your (E/C) doesn't help increase your confidence going to school, let alone being late.
As you enter, the halls are eerily quiet and quite creepy, you think. Quickly rushing to your class, history, it seems as though you won't get caught, but alas, turning the corner you see a prefect standing a couple of feet away.
"oh, you again. Shouldn't you be in class?"
"yes, but-"
"come with me."
you don't move, mentally praying for a miracle.
"oh please let me off just once, oh PLEASE-"
"im not buying it, you know. You do this every morning."
before you can protest, the prefect drags you to the head's office.
Being pushed through the doors, you stumble about for a few seconds before looking at the desk, seeing a face of hate and disgust.
"late again , miss ___ ?"
you move your weight from foot to foot, and suddenly blurt out what seems to you a logically good explanation to being late, but in fact a bunch of nonsense.
"IM SORRY THAT I WAS LATE AGAIN, BUT I WAS-WAS-WAS, ermm, HELPING A LOST KTTEN ON A - I MEAN IN A TREE AND-"
"be quiet, ___" he hisses, glaring daggers, obviously thinking of a million things that were wrong with you, as usual. It had always been that way, on the first day, he had stared accusingly at your hair, muttering about kids nowdays. What? You thought having your hair blue was cool at the time.
"see me after school for a detention." a detention. How surprising.
" for an hour and a half, this time"
your jaw dropped. An hour late home was not something easy to explain to your parents, let alone an extra half an hour.
"But-"
"you have a lesson to go to now, yes?"
"yes, sir."
"good. Go then, ___."
"go then, ___. im also annoying and hate you." You repeat, muttering under your breath.
"what was that?"
"nothing!" you quickly escape from hell- you mean the head, and head over to the door labeled: H2. Composing yourself, you open the door and walk in, your apology ready on your tongue.
"im sorry im la-"
your jaw drops and eyes grow wide as you stare at the person infront of you, who draws their attention from the board to your presence.
England?