Property of the Dead

By; UpForRent

A/N: I do not own Hetalia nor Doctor Who. I DO own Avery, who is telling the story.

A/N(2): This is taking place after the first episode of Season 4 of Doctor Who.

Prologue;

A Messenger of the Gods

McGregor's Academy.

A school built for academic overachievers, wealthy families, and its number 1 population: foreign exchange students that descend the lines of family ambassadors. It's a hard school to get into, and an easy school to get kicked out of, from low grades to a family going broke. The only ones lucky enough to stay, with all immunity from expulsion and suspension, are the ones who come from a long line of diplomats from various nations.

However, the teachers only have this immunity.

It's rare to not see a foreign exchange student, who has a family past of diplomatic relations; however, it is rare to see a foreign exchange student take an interest in this profession. The teachers have been taught in this school and in this school only. Their parents or grandparents remain anonymous, excluding those who had a grandparent teach there over the years before dying. However, having a mother or father, was never known. Strangely, the principal, who has all files and papers of the staff and its working members, the teachers are all locked, even to him. All he knows is that they are something not human, but something that wasn't alien either.

They appear mortal, the only thing remotely different are their funny, little accents the students like to mimic and make fun of. But, they have an aura, a strange air surrounding them that causes some students to question, or fear, the teacher (that is, if they weren't already petrified of the biology teacher, Mr. Braginski.). Lately, though…

The teachers…

…disappear out of thin air.

It was a strange phenomenon no one could explain, and some of them pretend like it never had happened. It began with the art teacher, Mr. Vargas, or, as some students prefers to call him, Feliciano or Feli, for short. He was the teacher all students adored. Even though, he was clumsy and was in the far reaches of his mind, Mr. Vargas was bright, energetic, and always motivated to teach his students the wonderful world of art.

Feli came from the watery streets of Venice, Italy and has moved to London, England from a fair age with his older brother, Lovino Vargas, who was Mr. Carriedo's assistant in the Spanish classes. Even though, he was poor at academic skills, such as math and science, he excelled at extracurricular or elective classes, like art, drama, or music. Since his grandfather had held a position in World History and as an ambassador for Italy once, he was given the immunity power to not be expelled or suspended. Feli grew up in the academy with only his grandfather and Lovino known as his family. His parents were a mystery, even to himself; he did know who they were. As the years went by, however, after his grandfather had passed away, he had forgotten the mystery involving his parents and continued his studies. Feli soon was given a degree in art and was asked to teach at the school, for they had a short-hand of staff members. He had accepted without hesitation and passed his knowledge onto the students of his art class, especially the ones who had a natural talent for it, like him.

Feli was medium-height, light-weight, and was easy to pick on physically or mentally. He had hair resembling the color of copper; a shiny, auburn hair color with a curl sticking out on his right. His eyes were as bright and wide as the sun; a gorgeous, creamy caramel color popping out of his head. He always had a white smock hanging from his neck, paint splattering it everywhere, so he always looked like he was just getting done painting a picture. He also had this long-sleeved, tan colored shirt on. The sleeves were always rolled up to his elbows and no one has ever seen them lower. Feli wore regular jeans and simple tennis shoes. He walked around all excited like, and has more of a feminine posture than a masculine one. He's very weak both in the physical sense and the mental sense, though it seems like he is a genius within the art category and nowhere else.

The students know him as the only teacher that can be tricked easily by a student, though they say he's so kind-hearted and friendly that no one could find the face to lie to him. I have met him several times in the hallway and, as far as I know, they are correct. His voice was so melodic and it still was tinted with an Italian accent, I could never say the opposite of what I was thinking. However, my friend, Lizzy, has always seen him tripping over his own two feet because he was always so excited. She and I both don't have an idea why he was so jumpy, but he was always so smiley, so we never really bothered as to why the reason. Mr. Vargas wasn't the one who gave out punishment, so anything can go on right in front of him and he would care less about the problem.

As far as I ever known him, he was the perfect teacher every student wishes to have in every class. He was often looked-downed by the senior teachers who worked there for decades and was often times scolded for a lack of discipline, though as I saw one day while delivering a message to him, his classes were pretty under-control and well-behaved. Maybe his good-nature and happiness make the students of his class not want to misbehave, so he doesn't end up being depressed by the time school is over.

Either way, Feli was the first teacher to go. Several others followed behind him the past few weeks: Ludwig Beilshmidt, Honda Kiku, Alfred F. Jones, Arthur Kirkland, Francis Bonnefoy, Wang Yao, and Ivan Braginski. So far, a lot of our academic and elective teachers have disappeared in thin area and some of their disappearances are questionable.

This was a memory shared with Lizzy and now I will share our experience with you. This was during the months of the vanishing teachers. I was also recall the day we had met him.

We had met the man that travels through time and space.

The same man who lives in a strange blue box.

The one without a name.

Except…

...the doctor.

Yay! I finally got this story finished. I should focus more on the Russia one though...Anyway, I hoped you like it!