As the bell rang, the students walked hurriedly to their classes. For those who had English first, they had to recite their poems to the class. Nobody really wanted to. The teacher would probably just make them re-do it again like she always did. When they got to English, everyone sat down in their seats, hoping they weren't first. The teacher smiled at them and proceeded to take role. Once that was done, she stared at her list for who was to go first on reading their poems.
"Yao, you're the first one up to recite your poem. Please come and stand in front of the class."
China stood up and walked to the center of the class with his notebook.
"Pandas are nice aru.
I do not believe they get lice.
Shinatty gets lice aru.
I wish he didn't.
I want a Panda.
The end aru."
The class giggled and the teacher frowned at them. They shut up immediately. China just blinked trying to figure out was so funny.
"Yao, please re-do your poem and make it longer. Also put more thought into it." She stared at her list and groaned. "Alfred, your up.."
China walked back to his seat and stared at his notebook trying to figure out how to change his poem. America then got up and strode to the front of the class smiling all the while.
"Ahem. I know that we are young,
And I know that you may love me,
But I just can't be-"
"ALFRED!" The teacher yelled to stop him from talking, "Stop plagiarizing other peoples work!"
America blinked. "But-"
"No buts. Re-do it and don't take other peoples songs."
America slumped back to his seat and put his feet back up on his chair. The teacher looked down on her list and furrowed her eyebrows. "Do we have a Matthew Williams in the class?" She questioned looking around.
Canada perked up at the mention of his name. "Ah, yes. That's me." He said weakly, but no one noticed, as usual. The teacher just shrugged it off and looked back down on her list skipping France, who would only write very explicit poems, and saw Prussia's name. She sighed.
"Gilbert, your up."
Prussia smiled and stood up, walking briskly to the front of the class.
"My poem is about how awesome I am. To begin with-"
"Gilbert," the teacher interrupted, "come here for a second."
Prussia shrugged and walked over to her. She was standing up and had her hand behind her back.
"What is it teach?" He asked.
"Oh nothing," she replied, "Just this.."
She then took out her frying pan and wacked him on the head with it, leaving a very big bump.
"How many times have I told you not to write about 'how awesome' you are? Detention for you." She then looked at the rest of the class that saw this every day. "Now, for those of you I told to re-do your assignment, that is your home work. The rest of, hand in your papers and I'll get them back to you tomorrow."
"Yes Miss Héderváry…" Everyone chorused.
A/N: Pfff. I hope you enjoyed this~ It's my first Fanfic. Ever..w Please review so I know how to improve~ Also, I am horrible at portraying Elizabeta, I
