The trio were teleported outside of a high school
"A high school? I've never seen one in person before! It's real jail like," America said.
"Oh! Our hair is dyed again!" Mexico exclaimed.
"Well, should we go in and see the horrors we've missed out on?" Canada asked. The trio shrugged and walked into the school. They saw teen versions of their friends just hanging out and doing teen things. Suddenly, they ran into Alt America, who appeared to be a young teacher.
"Oh hey! Can I help you?" Alt America asked.
"Oh! Um....," America said, trying to find a justification for three adult men wandering around a school for no reason. "Um... we're looking to enroll our kid here, and just wanted to look around," America said.
"Oh, great! Follow me, I'll give you a tour!" Alt America exclaimed. The trio followed Alt America through the school, almost losing it when they saw an angsty teenage North Korea. Alt America was high-fiving a lot of the kids they passed, but ignored the ones giving him flirtatious smirks and waves.
"Man... the kids seem to really like you," America said.
"Heh, Yep. An unfortunate side affect that comes with being a young teacher. But some kids are cool because they just treat me like a friend with authority," Alt America said.
"What do you teach here?" America asked.
"English, financial literature, and drama. English English... not American English. I took over both so my parents could retire," Alt America said.
"Ohh, educated and multi skilled," Mexico cooed, America grimacing.
"Well... how're the other teachers here?" America asked.
"Oh, they're great. I mean, maybe I'm just saying that because some of them are my brothers, but still. Oh! My boyfriend works as the art teacher, is your kid interested in any of the creative electives?" Alt America said.
"Boyfriend?" America repeated, as if to tell Mexico to stop simping.
"Oh shoot... I forgot the principal told me not to talk about that... I promise we're not pushing it to the kids-,"
"No, no, it's not a problem at all! We're just uhh... glad our kid will have teachers like them! Yeah that's it," America said. Alt America smiled.
"Awesome! It kinda sucks but UN wants to be careful with the whole 'gay' thing... he doesn't want any angry parents wanting to get me fired. The kids are generally pretty accepting though," Alt America said.
"That's good... so, there's an art class?" Mexico asked.
"Yep! Right this way," Alt America said. Alt America led them to a classroom that was decorated to the brim with student drawings, paintings, sculptures, among other things. At the teachers desk, Alt Mexico was sketching out a skull on a piece of paper.
"Hey Mex! A few parents are here to check out the art room," Alt America said. Alt Mexico looked up from his sketch and smiled.
"Nice to meet you guys! I'm the art teacher, Mexico. Is there a specific art your child would be interested in?" Alt Mexico asked.
"Well, what do you offer?" Mexico asked.
"Fundamental art, ceramics, photography, music, and international art," Alt Mexico said.
"Huh, this school seems pretty good. How's the workload for classes?" America asked.
"We try to keep it light, but with six different classes... well, it piles up sometimes," Alt America said. Next for the tour, they walked through the open lunch area. The kids were having a great time, especially since they were watching a fight.
"Not again...," Alt America muttered. The trio peeked over the teens and saw that two students seemed to be partaking in a fist fight. But suddenly, a ball of energy shot from one of the kids hands, shooting towards the other one. Alt America's eyes glowed blue as he put a glowing, transparent, blue barrier between the two.
"No fighting. Go to UNs office," Alt America said. The two students who were fighting groaned and walked away.
"..... wow.... uh..... does that happen often?" America asked.
"Yep. Kids just love punching each other and testing out their abilities," Alt America said.
"Huh....," America said.
"Well, that's pretty much the end of our tour! Any questions?" Alt America asked.
"I think we're good! Thank you!" Canada said. The trio walked out of the school.
"Y'know, high school probably sucks, but magic high school? I dunno guys, it might suck a bit less," America said.
"Yeah.... you know the studious look isn't so bad on you-,"
"STOP-,"
The trio were spat out into another dimension, of course, and were met by a strange sight. There was a man with six arms, who looked similar to all three of them. The man was visibly panicking.
"Don't panic!" America exclaimed.
"Well sh*t, wish you would've told me before I STARTED PANICKING," the man exclaimed. Suddenly, Greenland rushed in the room, but also started panicking.
"Sh*t... but.... how?!?!" Greenland exclaimed.
"We're from a different dimension!" Canada exclaimed.
"O-oh... ok holy hell give me a moment.....," The strange man said, catching his breath. "You... you probably don't know who I am," the man said.
"No, not particularly," Mexico said.
"... I'm all three of you. My name is North America, or Nathan," Nathan said.
"Oh... so, like a fusion?" Canada said.
"Yeah," Nathan said.
"Whoa....," America said. They stood in silence for a bit.
"....we're making you uncomfortable, aren't we?" Mexico asked.
"Kinda," Nathan said, still low key panicking.
"Ok, we'll leave you be," Canada said.
And like that, they were gone.
