Living with... Nations? (Hetalia)

Tutours, Bullies, and Crushes, Oh My!

So it turns out that Estonia was overjoyed to help me! But...

"... What do you mean you can't multiply numbers? Oh, boy... You really are not ready for seventh grade..."

I looked down a bit and mumbled, "Sorry.."

"No, no, it's fine. We just have a long way to go... Alright, what can you tell me about the American Revolutionary War?"

"W... What? What's a "Revolutionary"?" Eduard deadpanbed then flopped his head onto the table we were studying at and groaned. I felt really upset, I hadn't meant to cause all this trouble and seem so stupid!

I looked down and mumbled an apology before standing up.

"I, uh... I'll study more later..." I said softly before walking to my room and locking the door.

I knew this was going to be a long process.... I heard a ding on my laptop and looked over to see a Skype call.

"Huh?" I mumbled to myself before answering.

It was Estonia.

"Tere~! I wanted to see if you were okay," he said caringly.

I nodded and replied, "Yeah, just a little tired. It was a long day." That wasn't a complete lie. I was tired.

We talked for quite a while before Ivan made me go to bed around eleven.

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I stepped into the school the next day with a small yawn. I went to the office to get my lunch card, which only took a little bit, before going to my locker and first class- math.

I sat in the back, staring at the letters and numbers on my paper in utter confusion.

"If D + 65= 120.... What does "D" equal?" I mumbled then blinked. Isn't D a letter? I slowly raised a shaky hand before our teacher walked over to me.

"Is something wrong, Candy?" He asked, looking at me.

"Well... I-Isn't D a letter, not a number?.... And I-I'm not sure what a "algebraic expression" is," I mumbled a bit. Again, bad grammar skills.

He frowned deeply, "An algebraic expression is when you have a variable plus another variable but not an answer," he replied, my face contorting in confusion.

".... What's a variable, sir?" I asked shyly, hearing a few kids around me snicker as they watched.

He sighed loudly and said, "Candy, this is fifth grade stuff!"

I whimpered and muttered, "I-I was in an orphanage from s-second grade until now... We didn't have s-school..." I tried not to cry, biting my lip and looking down.

He blinked a bit, wide-eyed. He then muttered, "I'll... Set up a tutour for you..." He took the worksheet back up to his desk, glaring at the other students to silence them. "You can just... Read for today." He pointed to a bookshelf.

I nodded and stood, shakily grabbing one of the smaller books and starting to read it.

"R... Rej-je... Rejected," I mumbled. I didn't know many of these words and I had to keep sounding them out. Mr. Joseph looked at me almost pitifully before writing something down.

After that travesty was over, I went to my next class, which was science.

As Ms. Harvsky lectured on about something called "global warming", I deadpanned in utter confusion. What the heck were "greenhouse gases"?! What's an "ozone layer"?!

I sighed and lay my head in my arms silently.

When that eternity of confusion ended, I walked to the caffeteria with my card in hand. I waited in line silently before getting my burger and fruit and sliding my card through. The lady at the register frowned a bit.

"You need to put money on your card soon. You can't get any extras if you don't." I looked down and nodded before taking it and sitting at a table in the back.

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After that all finally ended, I went home with history and English homework. This wasn't going to be easy... So I called Estonia!

[Sorry guys, I have really bad writer's block right now...]