Welcome

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Upon entering World Academy, you are greeted by the Welcoming Committee, consisting of Northern Italy, France, America, Germany, and Norway.

How they plan it is completely different from how it's carried out. Suppose you have become a country (And Rome forbid you're Sealand) and you enter this big, majestic, internationally known university.

How they planned it (Courtesy of Germany); America was to welcome you, show you to the office where Germany would set you up with your supplies. Afterword, Germany and America send you to France and Norway. France and Norway show you around the school. Afterword, Italy was to escort you to your dorm, leaving you to the care of your dorm mates.

How it really happened:
You walk into the big, majestic, internationally know university. Suddenly, three men greet you at once.

One shakes your hand furiously, spewing nonsense about pasta, siestas, and becoming besties.

However, a man was luscious (very luscious) blonde hair knocked the first one away, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

"Welcome, I humbly ask if I may escort you around our humble acadamy. We are so glad to have- oaf!" Before the pervert could finish sucking on your hand while giving his speech, another man pushes him away. He grins at you.

"Hello! I'm America!" He says rather loudly. "I'm your hero and new classmate! I'll show you to an awesome burger place, and we can talk papers later, how about McDonalds? There's one close to-" The other blonde shoves him away.

"What the hell, France?" America asks.

"This is a proper lady! She deserves gourmet, and the finest of cuisine! Excuse America, my fine lady-" And again he was interrupted but a terrifying looking man. In one arm, he held America in a headlock. In his other hand, he gripped France's shirt, raising his feet above the ground a few inches. And below his feet, the little one with the curl gasps for air.

You're shocked and for a minuet consider turning around and never coming back.

"Please excuse these idiots," the man says. "I'm Germany, that's Norway. We'll be showing you around, but first let's get your paper work done." You nod slowly. Germany clashes America and France's head together, leaving them both on the ground. Germany turns and with his friend, Norway, leads you inside the building. You are careful not to step on the little one Germany was standing on as you follow him.

"Ouch," is all he says as you hurry past.

Welcome to World Acadamy, where all the countries in the world attend for the finest education. And the awesome clubs. Why not try the Welcoming Committee? I hear they're looking for three new recruits!

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