Arthur Kirkland, a 25 year old English man, sat at a desk as he watched the children wrack their brains writing an essay. Yes. Arthur Kirkland was an English teacher at Gakuen hetalia, where children of all ethnic backgrounds go for school. Arthur smirked at all of the children's faces contorted in frustration and boredom.'huh...I wonder if anybody will hand in a good essay for me this time...' he thought, as he played with a red ball pen that was sitting on his desk.
"Ummm, Mr. Kirkland...can you please check my rough draft for my essay please?" came a timid voice from beside the Arthur. It was Honda Kiku, a Japanese boy, one of the more quiet students who always seemed to stay out of things that can end up involving him.
"Yes of course"
"Arigatou Mr. Kirkland"
"Errr...no problem"
The English man scanned the paper and shook his head in disapproval at the huge amount of grammatical errors. Arthur quickly began to fix all of the errors, filing the whole page with corrections in pen until you could not even see the boy's writing anymore. "Here you go" Arthur said as he handed the paper back to kiku. The Japanese boy widened his eyes at the tremendous amount of corrections before thanking Arthur, and shuffling back to his seat and sighed as he began to re-write his essay.
Soon after, a whole bunch of other students got up to show their rough drafts. First, Gilbert Beilschmidt, numerous amounts of spelling errors and major grammatical errors; Feliciano Vargas, run on sentences and spelling errors; Lovino Vargas, common splice errors, contractions, and incorrect use of citations in MLA format; Antonio Fernandez, the essay as a whole did not make sense at all, and the list went on. By the time Arthur finished correcting the essays class had ended. He sighed in disappointment from the lack of effort put into the essays. Arthur looked up to see one of his students staring out the window. Alfred Jones.
"Mr. Jones!" Arthur yelled, "do you want to show me what you have done so far?" Arthur smiled smugly. Knowing that Alfred was one of the kids who didn't pay much attention in class and his paper was probably either blank, or filled with mistakes.
"Kay..." the American boy answered as he stood up slowly from his chair, which made a horrible grating noise and walked over to Arthur. "Here you go" Alfred answered handing the paper to him. To Arthur's surprise, the paper was perfect with very few grammatical and spelling errors.
"Did you really write this?"
"Yeah"
"Are you sure you are not lying to me...Mr. Jones?"
"Yeah I'm sure, and stop calling me Mr. Jones it's starting to creep me out dude"
"Yes of course...so A-Alfred, you really wrote this paper?"
Alfred sighed in frustration, answering through gritted teeth," for the last freaking time, yes I wrote this paper Mr. Kirkland. Good day sir." The young boy turned on his heels to leave the room before a hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Wait, how come during this whole year, you never handed in such outstanding work?" Arthur blurted, quickly letting go of Alfred's shoulder when he felt a cold gaze on himself.
"If you handed in work like this all of the time, you would have been the top student!" A dark smile grew on the American's face hearing those words.
"What if I said I don't care?" Arthur looked at Alfred confused.
"Why wouldn't you care? You surpass the university level of writing Alfred!" Alfred chuckled once before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.
"You don't understand...Arthur..."