"I HATE SCHOOL!" = Usual Language
"I HATE SCHOOL!" = Old Norse
"I HATE SCHOOL!" = Country's native language

𝔖𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔴𝔬: 𝔄𝔡𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔫 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡.

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"What's a school?" Y/N tilted their head, hugging onto the star representing the state Idaho.

America glanced at Russia before looking back at Y/N, sweat trickling down zer forehead as ze don't know how to explain.

Russia crossed her arms, staring blanking into the space, thinking of something. She glanced at Alex, who was resting on Y/N's back briefly. The two made eye contact before Russia got an idea.

She bolted to her room, leaving her buddy alone to fend for zerself.
"Russia! Don't leave me..!"

"Alexa, how do I explain what's a school in olden terms?"

"OOGA BOOGA¹! Just kidding, the explanation depends on which time you are referring to."

"Woah, did that weird ball just speak?" Y/N poked the Echo Dot. The stars surrounded them closely to observe the Echo Dot. The few of the original 13 states were confused of the modern day technology.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that."

"Burr," Alex whined, rolling off of the viking's back. Landing a loud thump on the floor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that."

Alex climbed America's leg, sending clicks in Morse code.
"Oops, I didn't really know that Old Norse is similar to Icelandic..."

America tilt zer head back, ruffling zer hair out of frustration. Y/N watched the country with confusion, "Does the mother of Stars want head pat?"

The Viking tried to approach America with the star resting in their arms, but Russia came and stopped them from doing so.
The tall country scribbled on the whiteboard, making those awful squeaky noise.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that-" The Alexa was cut off by Russia unplugging the cable.

She flipped the whiteboard around. Few horribly drawn stickman figures sitting on the ground as another adult looking stickman teaches.

"Am I going to a rich person's house?!" Y/N beamed, jumping around. They were never brought to any rich person's home to be taught before. Everything they learned was from experience.

Russia nodded, not understanding whatever the Viking said, patting their back while smiling.

...

"This is not a rich person's home?!" Y/N cried, being forced to wear an uncomfortable uniform.

"Tata~! We're coming back for you after school!~" America grinned, waving at the bewildered viking. Ze wink before driving off with Russia in the sports car.

"New student?" A child spoke below them, Y/N looked down to find a child looking up at them. "Holy moly! You're tall! Let's be friends 'kay?" The little child smiled at them.

Y/N squealed, picking up the child and placing them on their shoulders. "Yay! I'm taller than you!!" The child giggled, kicking their feet.

"By the way, I'm Mol! What's your name, big kid?" The kid smiled brightly.

"Y/N!" They smiled back, taking a lucky guess that Mol is asking for their name.

The Viking went straight towards the school entrance, not realising the height of the entrance and had Mol banging against the interior of the school.

"Oww..." Mol frowned, rubbing a small throbbing red spot on their forehead.