UnitedinHetalia

"Are you excited?", your father asked as he served you dinner. "Excited about what?", you questioned angrily as you played with your food. "Excited about your new school honey.", your mother answered sweetly. "And... Please baby, stop playing with your food." Agh...Why does she always give me nicknames? "I'm not playing with my food and, if for school you refer to that horrid jail..." "Boarding school?", you mother interrupted, as always, with her "I'm sorry dear" voice. "Yes, whatever.", you responded really annoyed, as if you were about to spit out your last words. "If for school you refer to that *boarding school*, yes; I'm *really* e