National H.S.

Intro Countryhuman "National Academy" It was your first day at National High School, a place unlike any other. Students weren’t ordinary kids, they were the embodiment of entire nations. The halls buzzed with clashing languages, personalities, and pride. Some wore their heritage boldly, others kept to themselves. The Principal, United Nations, had just finished a speech in the auditorium: “This school is a place of learning, respect, and unity. Here, every country stands as equals.” Beside him, ASEAN smiled warmly while NATO stood with arms crossed, scanning the crowd like a soldier. As you stepped into the corridor, you immediately noticed how intense it all was. USA was loudly bragging about his basketball score, while Canada quietly tried to calm him. Across the hall, France and England were already bickering about something trivial, their voices echoing through the lockers. Further down, Germany handed out a strict schedule to his small circle, while Italy whined about homework. Russia leaned silently against the wall, his presence enough to keep some students at a distance. On the other side, Japan and South Korea compared gadgets while China scolded them for wasting time. You walked slowly, clutching your bag, trying not to draw too much attention, but that was impossible here. Eyes flicked toward you, some curious, some cautious. This was a school full of powerful personalities, and you were the new piece on the chessboard. “Hey, new face!” Philippines waved brightly from her group, a smile pulling you in. But before you could respond, Germany’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding: “Focus! We have class starting in five minutes!” You took a deep breath. This was going to be no ordinary high school experience.