WARNING: TWO CURSE WORDS- READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A pure white hand clung to a blood red one. They swung sweetly back and forth to the rhythm of two young boys skipping. The shorter of the two gasped as his books dropped to the ground.

"You really need to stop being so clumsy." The taller boy with a thick Russian accent chided softly.

A full pout exploded over the candy-caned stripped country. "It's not like I'm doing this on purpose, Russia." His eyebrows knitted tightly together as he reached for one of his books.

The Russian chuckled and quickly grabbed the rest of the disgruntled country's study material. "Can't catch me!" He shouted gleefully and galloped away from his dear friend.

The shorter boy growled and tightly held his history book as he chased furiously after the other. "RUSSIA, COME BACK HERE!" The angry male screeched from the bottom of his lungs.

The bulky Russian was unnaturally quick on his feet as he sped down the familiar hallways of Pangea Academy. With a bright smirk on his youthful face, he quickly dashed around a deserted corner. The breathless male covered his mouth as he waited patiently for his short buddy to find him.

"Russia?" The book less boy called uncertainly down the mostly empty hallway. He was sure Russia would jump out from thin air to scare him senseless like so many times before. The frightened male trudged closer to the stairwell while constantly looking over his shoulder. "Russia?"

A mischievous gleam formed in Russia's eyes as he grabbed his unsuspecting victim and tickled the other male without mercy.

"Russia, please!" The young boy pleaded through breaks in laughter.

"Sorry, I can't help myself, Ame." The Russian pulled the other close and pressed a warm kiss against his lips.

America blushed as he melted into the kiss. The shorter male hoped with his whole heart that this would never end.

✏️ Time skip brought to you by America's missing science book ✏️

It was the very first day of summer. The clouds lazily floated in the light blue sky and the birds sung cheerfully to the burning sun. Mexico was resting in the warm grass besides a heartbroken America.

The American sniffled while hiding his face in Mexico's shoulder. "I can't believe we're over."

The Mexican looked blankly up at the bright sky and sighed. "Forget him, America. Isn't this for the best? Your families hate each other." He gently intertwined his hands with America's pearl white one. "Plus, I got your back." He smiled warmly at the young male draped against him.

"Yeah?" America mumbled uncertainly while searching Mexico's dark brown eyes.

"Um..." Mexico gulped and ripped his gaze away from the other. His heart thumped awkwardly in his chest as he squeezed America's hand. "Maybe we could be a couple one day?" He muttered and peaked at America's tearstained face.

America smiled brightly and kissed Mexico's cheek. "I would like that."

Mexico coughed and covered his face to hide his bright red blush. "Let's get out of here and find some snacks."

America nodded with a small smile on his face. The future couple emerged from the grass and headed toward the park's pathway. Their hands merged together as they walked around with a new sense of happiness.

✏️ Time skip brought to you by the patch of grass stuck on America's ass ✏️

"Pangea City..." America muttered to himself as he looked uncertainly out of his airplane window. "I thought I would never be back here, Goldy." He sighed as he petted his golden retriever puppy.

Goldy yipped and playfully grabbed a piece of thick yellow paper with his tiny puppy teeth.

"Goldyyy!" America cooed and rolled his eyes as he retrieved the paper away from his young pet. It was the very letter that brought him back to this ancient city dump. He reread the chewed up paper with a small frown.

"Dear United States of America,

Due to your masterful success of becoming a superpower, we humbly request your attendance at Pangea Academy once again. Your starting salary will be 1,000,000,000,000,000 dollars. Each year will multiply your pension and regular earnings tenfold. Please consider this great honor.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Your faithful headmaster."

How could anyone give up that amount of zeros on a paycheck? America shook his head as he realized other countries were leaving the plane. "Crap." He crushed the letter into his jacket pocket and grabbed his precious baby, Goldy. The American grabbed his other luggage bags and stepped off the plane into a deep puddle of mud. "I really did not miss this." The stuck up American scoffed as he trudged deeper into the mud.

A deep laugh from behind stopped America in his very muddy tracks. "Need some help, shorty?"

"Excuse me?" The American turned sharply on his heels while his hands gripped his luggage with a tight, angry hold.

A man with white fluffy hair and a heavy Russian accent reached his hand out with a smug smirk. "I wondered if you wanted a ride to the airport. One of the luggage men let me borrow this moving cart so I wouldn't have to trudge through the mud like the rest of the commoners."

America huffed while searching the man's face closely. He looked so familiar that it bothered him. "Sure, thanks." The small American frowned while pulling himself out of the mud and into the seat next to the snobbish Russian. America folded neatly into himself as he quietly waited for the Russian to drop him off at the airport.

"Wait!" A strong Spanish accent called after the two.

The Russian stopped the cart and turned his head with a confused look. "What are you doing?"

"I want a ride too!" The breathless Mexican huffed while climbing into the cart.

America grunted as he found himself squished between the two. "Great. The more the merrier." He sighed sarcastically and hugged Goldy to his chest.

The Russian driver chuckled and started up the cart again. They reached the airport in an uncomfortable silence and then dispersed into the large baggage area. "I already regret being here." America sighed as he waited for his last suitcase.

"Why's that?" A thick Spanish accent popped up from behind America.

"AHH!" America jumped and fell onto the ground with a heavy thump. Goldy leaped out of his arms and ran off while barking excitedly. "No! Goldy!" America's eyes widened with complete and total panic. His puppy meant everything to him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He shouted at the nosy Mexican and ran after his lost pup.

The verbally abused man silently watched after the American with a deep frown on his face. "He still looks so beautiful." He mumbled while grabbing his luggage and leaving the airport.

"Goldy?" America cried as he franticly searched the large building. He accidentally stumbled into a giant red country and gulped. "I'm so sorry..."

"It's quite alright." A thick Norwegian accent came from the man who gently helped America back on his feet.

"Have you seen a small golden retriever puppy?" Tears threatened to spill from America's eyes.

The taller male looked extremely uncomfortable as he pointed past America with a small frown. "I think that man found it for you."

America turned around with his jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes when the familiar male with fluffy white hair walked up with Goldy safely tucked in his strong arms. "No...way. Thanks." America mumbled softly as he reached for his darling puppy.

"No problem, cutie." The Russian gave the shorter male a flirty wink and then disappeared into the crowd.

America turned to thank the male who helped him find Goldy, but he had already vanished. "Oh okay." America mumbled while heading back to his abandoned luggage. "This is already way too stressful, Goldy."

Goldy yipped mischievously as he tugged at America's jacket with his teeth.

America giggled and finally left the overcrowded airport.

✏️ Time skip brought to you by Goldy pissing on an airport security guard ✏️

America smiled brightly into his shiny, clean mirror as he neatly folded his tie. "Well, I look like a professional. The trick is to be one, haha." The freshly suited up American nervously chuckled before leaving his childhood bathroom. For the time being, he was staying with his parents until he could find a place of his own. He grabbed a bag filled with teaching supplies before strolling through the kitchen.

"What are you still doing here, boy?" An elderly voice snarled in the corner of their living room. His grandmother was currently in the care of his parents due to her current illness. Sadly, she was stuck in a wheelchair and that made her unbearably cranky.

"Good morning, grandma!" America faked a cheerful smile before grabbing a muffin off the kitchen counter and running out of the house. He had never gotten along with that woman and that didn't seem like that would change very soon. America refused to mourn the thought and started humming his favorite tune as he walked towards Pangea Academy. It was such a short distance that he thought a car would be too much. A fuzzy memory floated in his head as he entered the school. Deep, dark brown eyes flashed through his mind as a familiar flower smell flushed his senses. "Wha...?" America blinked in confusion and looked around. He was completely alone in the dimly lit hallway. "Well that was weird." He shrugged and walked over to his new classroom. It was one of the first classrooms in the building and it was highly lavished with fancy oak desks and a smart board.

"Pretty nice, right?" A familiar Russian voice asked from behind.

America turned sharply on his heals with pursed lips. "What are you doing here?"

"Well..." The Russian chuckled lightly before casually sliding onto one of the many desks in the room. "I'm a professor here."

America winced and crossed his arms. He had been embarrassed so many times in front of this man and now he had to work with him? "How wonderful." America scoffed with a crooked smile. "What are the odds?"

"Indeed, what are they?" The Russian murmured while crossing his legs. "I'm Russia by the way."

"America..." He hesitantly reached for the other professor's hand while a feeling of unease settled over him. Why did this stranger seem so oddly familiar?

"Nice to meet you. Welcome to the team." Russia smiled sweetly and shook America's hand firmly.

"Thank you." America muttered slowly as he studied Russia's eyes. This little encounter felt very off. It was almost as if Russia was expecting something.

"Oh, so you're the newbie!" A familiar Spanish accent shouted excitedly while sliding into America's view. "Hola! Mexico is the name and Spanish is the game, hah..." He broke America's hand away from Russia and feverishly shook it.

"Oh, hi." America chuckled nervously. His new life already seemed like a personal hell. "You can call me America." He returned the handshake before crossing his arms once again. "Isn't it crazy that we ran into each-other at the airport and now we're coworkers?" The American chuckled nervously as the Russian and Mexican turned rather quiet.

"Right because that's totally the first time we all met." Mexico joked and nudged Russia.

Russia sneered at the overexcited Mexican and shook his head. "What our coworker means is that we all used to be friends."

America blinked as his blood turned cold. "R-really?" Of course he remembered going to school at Pangea Academy, but that's all he remembered. "Oh, right, how could I forget? I totally remember both of you!" America gave his best fake charming smile he could muster.

Russia smiled uncertainly back as Mexico gulped with a tense frown on his face.

America watched their reactions with complete bewilderment. So remembering them was a bad thing? Or was he the bad thing?

"Hey, you three. Staff meeting." A cold, familiar face popped in from America's door. It was the man who pointed America towards Russia yesterday at the airport.

"Coming!" America faked another smile before he simply just left the awkward conversation. This staff meeting was literally saving his life right now. America stepped into a warmly lit room with a confident smile on his handsome face. Soon that look completely vanished as people gasped and whispered about his presence. What the heck happened? What was so bad that he couldn't remember? America frowned and slumped into a random seat as the light blue headmaster entered the room.

"Welcome to Pangea Academy! This is the start of a new school year and it's going to be amazing! Professors, you have four weeks before the students arrive. Your classrooms need to be decorated and I need about a month supply of lesson plans from each of you! Now, chop, chop!" The headmaster clapped with a bright smile as most of the professors scattered with a sense of urgency.

America sighed as he picked himself up from his desk. His eyes fell upon a frowning Russian and a pouting Mexican. Pangea Academy was definitely going to be the end of him.

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So this might be a little confusing so I'll basically dumb it down-

America used to date Russia when they went to school at Pangea Academy.

One summer they broke up.

Mexico sort of asked America out that summer.

America left Pangea City and forgot his memory.

America came back to Pangea City to become a teacher at Pangea Academy.

He still doesn't have his memory.

Russia and Mexico seem to remember America.

Everyone else at Pangea Academy seems to remember America as well.

Hopefully that cleared everything up lol.