Story Title: Turning the Tables
Fandom: Hetalia
Setting: First week of school in September at The International Institution.
Top Pairings: GerIta, USUK, PruHun
Secondary Pairings: SweFin, Rochu
Minor Mentions: SpaIta, Spamano, Franada, SwitAus, GreJap, BeligumUK (Onesided)
Warnings: Real Names Used. Some Character OOC. Rated M/R-18 for later chapters. Gay marriage is legal in Canada therefore it is legal in this story!
Disclaimer: Based off a list reblogged from xkurochikix (Tumblr) and (I assume) her top three ships. Also Hetalia is so awesome that it is not owned by me or my boyfriend. This is strictly for fandom purposes. This is a reblog from Tumblr.
Summary: It was going to prove to be one hell of a school year for the teachers of The International Institution. Ludwig must fight for Veneziano's affections, Prussia and Hungary are learning what marriage really means and Alfred and Arthur must keep their relationship under-wraps from a certain principal.
Austrian innuendo
'It was tall, out-dated and in desperate need of some polishing.' thought Roderich looking at the school in annoyance. If it wasn't for his best friend Elizabeta; he would not had taken the job. It wasn't as bad on the inside as it was on the out; however he would have like to be less crowded; especially in the music room.
A familiar blond man was sitting in his seat; hands resting his chin and one delicate eyebrow raised. "So this was your bright idea for us? To get a job at a useless institution?"
"You shouldn't complain Basch. You are in a worse condition than I am." the Austrian stated matter-of-factly. He pulled the chair back and climbed on his lover; resting both his knees through the arms and wrapping his hands along his neck. The blond man snorted in annoyance, however, he enjoyed the attention anyways.
"What are you planning to do with this space?"
The Austrian sighed, "I'll have to do quite a bit to get this place in order. If I am going to have fourty students playing an instrument at the same time; I'm going to have to get some sound-proofing in here before the other teachers decide to hang me."
Basch laughed, "You'll need the sound-proofing for another reason too."
Blushing, Roderich stated, "Save that for the bedroom! Besides; our spares don't add up to make this work."
Meanwhile
"Tino, where are you?" the Swedish man asked the heaping boxes piled in the Religious Studies class. When he got no answer, Berwald got concerned and started moving them. Lying there, unconscious was his little Tino; having been hit on the head with a box of religious books. Shocked, Berwald picked him up and stabilized him as quick as he could. "Someone out there," he called through the door, "Someone help!"
Elizabeta rushed in to help along with a few bystanders; looking around trying to see what was going on. "What happened?"
"A box fell on him." the blond explained.
"Gilbert! Go to Antonio's class to grab an ice pack and some towels."
Her husband ran out, just as a moan of pain came out of the hurt man. Tino's eyes opened slightly; the glare of the light causing his head to hurt more. As he slowly became more aware of his surroundings he began to hear the concerned voices around him. More importantly, he felt Berwald's hand softly stroke his cheek, "Are you alright dear?" asked Elizabeta.
"I feel like a ton of bricks just hit me."
"Just about." was his husband's witty response. "Next time can you promise to ask me before doing this. I'd like my husband in one piece."
Rushing in, Gilbert handed over the requested goods to his wife as Antonio asked what happened. Distracted, Elizabeta explained while handing the ice pack over to the Swede. Wrapping the ice pack in several layers, Berwald placed it gently on his husband's head, while giving him a soft kiss. Elizabeta, shocked at the man; who normally wasn't so expressive wondered, "Are you guys alright? Do you need anything else Tino?"
"No I think I will survive." responded the Finnish man.
After going into details how to take care of him with the current head trauma, the Hungarian woman saw fit to leave them for the moment. Once alone, Berwald sighed. "Trouble always seems to follow you."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause everyone to worry."
"No worries."
That afternoon
"You stupid imbecile! Where did you put my paintbrushes?" Lovino cried out. He had been looking for the paintbrushes for the past ten minutes with no luck; so he decided to attack his idiot brother. Lovino had just started working as his assistant just yesterday.
Veneziano rolled his eyes, "Perhaps they are in the can behind you." The afternoon sun gently lit up the dusty art room. A canvas perched upon an easel stood in the middle half finished. A rainbow of colours decorated the beat up hard wood flooring, running along the tables leading toward the slightly aged blackboard. It wasn't much to work with, but it was Veneziano's pride and joy. He loved the smell of fresh acrylic paint in the morning.
However; he did not enjoy the loud, flamboyant football practice that was currently taking place just outside his window. From the terrible smell of sweat to the gross sound of spit hitting the ground, it was horrible. Lovino seemed to slightly enjoy the outside view, especially since it was a hot day and the need to take off one's shirt was necessary.
And don't get Veneziano started on the loud, strict and cruel teacher they had. He was the grouchiest, scariest, meanie-pants that the Italian ever laid eyes on. The blond man was currently drilling his team on the perfect 'manly' push-up. Whatever that meant, confused the Italians completely. Of course that didn't stop the two teachers in the Art Department from looking out the window and watching. The man might be a little scary, but man did he have quite the attractive body when he took off his shirt. Same with the American teacher that appeared to be helping them. Lovino looked at his little brother and laughed, "You are drooling over that potato-eating bastard!"
Veneziano looked at his brother in shock and horror, "No way! I would never drool! I swear! Now did you find your paintbrushes?"
"Yeah! Yeah! By-the-way, did you hear that the Religious Studies teacher got a concussion today."
"How? When? Where? Where did you hear this?" Veneziano drilled.
"Apparently the dumbass decided to be reckless and attempt to pull some boxes out that were too high. One fell on him. That stupid Frenchman told me about it."
Concerned ridden, Veneziano picked up his travel kit and walked towards the door, "Okay Lovino! I will go see if he's okay! Be right back!"
"Wait! You forgot about your lesson plan for tomorrow you idiot!" Lovino yelled back, however it fell on deaf ears as Veneziano had already left.
Following Veneziano
Knocking on the Religious Studies classroom door, Veneziano sighed in irritation. He was really worried about Tino's condition. As if someone was reading is mind, "Berwald took him to see the Nurse a few hours ago? Last time I checked, he was okay."
The Spaniard gave a friendly smile to the younger Vargas brother. "Oh! I see. Sorry Antonio."
"No problem. I'll let him know that you stopped by."
With his smile shinning, Veneziano was always noted for being capable of lighting up an entire room. It made Antonio weak in the knees. Working here for three years has taught the Foods teacher that art was the most beautiful thing on the planet. He had been pursuing the Italian since his start, however Veneziano always avoided it until recently. "Thank you for your help Antonio."
"You're welcome." The Spaniard said, "I don't suppose you will be busy tonight?"
"Yes, unfortunately Lovino's here and I have to help him unpack tonight."
"Sure, no problem," Antonio answered nervously, "I hope that you have a great night."
With a wide smirk, "I hope so. Sometimes that's hard with an older brother who doesn't stop yelling enough to brush his teeth for two minutes."
"I'm sure it makes life a little difficult."
"See you around Antonio." the Italian whispered. Flashing another bright smile, he walked towards his dorm. The Spaniard that had walked into his life three years ago was worth coming back to this school every year. He always brought Veneziano the best flowers, the ripest tomatoes and could even make pasta that rivalled the one at his home. He made him feel like he was home, however Veneziano felt something was missing. Therefore, he never entered in a relationship with the Spaniard.
Meanwhile
"Drop and give me fifty!" yelled the Phys. Ed. Teacher. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon to be practising for the American football championships, that where happening thanks to a certain idiot Geography teacher. Wanting to be somewhat useful to the art department, Alfred suggested a battle for $5000 between there school and the Alena Academy. The winner would win $5000 dollars to go to a program of there choice, and since Alfred knew that the Phys. Ed Teacher loved the Italian; he knew that it would go there.
However, Alfred didn't expect to be helping with the practising. Of course his English lover would suggest his help after he so conveniently gave this opportunity to Ludwig. All sarcasm aside, the American knew that he liked Veneziano so he was hoping to help him out in the best way possible, but Arthur didn't see it that way and told him to help the German prepare for the contest.
Said German was ready to rip his balls off for even suggesting this terrible event. His and Francis' to be exact; since Ludwig had pulled out the Frenchman's suggestion for the school carnival. The tormented German not only had to plan and strategist an American football game, but he had to create a play all by the end of October. It made him hate the month.
Damn Carnivals! Damn American Football! It was so much more complicated than regular football, so Ludwig didn't understand why he was being forced to play such a ridiculous game. Your foot didn't even touch the ball unless it was to kick the damn thing to the other side. Other than that, if it dropped they lost, so he didn't understand the concept.
The Afternoon sun was baring down on both their backs as they removed their shirts. Alfred gave an inner smirk as he seen not only one but two Italians drooling through the first floor window. When he saw Veneziano leave, he sighed. However, distraction is probably not best thing to do during a football practice. A ball came flying by, hitting Alfred on the head. "Pay attention Mr. Jones!"
He rolled his eyes in annoyance. The stuck up German was packing everything up from the days practice. "Damn! You pick hot days to practice."
"Don't get use to it, by October it is possible that we will see snow on the ground." the German responded, "How are things going with the Scones."
Scones was a code-word referring to his relationship with Arthur. Since Arthur was only hired by the principal because she had a major crush on him, they preferred to keep their relationship under-wraps. The Englishman didn't want to lose his job and the American didn't want to lose his Englishman. However, they were walked in on by said German and that is how he found out.
"Scones are going alright. Had a slight problem yesterday though. Almost set them on fire."
"How did you manage that?" the German inwardly groaned at asking such a question.
"Arthur and I broke out in an argument over who was going to do the making and then the baking. No offence I prefer to do both jobs on my own."
Ludwig groaned, "I didn't need to know that."
"I like leading the procedure, that way I know that we are doing it correctly. Yet he's been asking about leading one of these sessions and I don't think I trust him around my food."
"No really. I don't need to know this."
"How's the Italian going? Win him over yet? Better hurry before Antonio gets him! I hear that there is two of them to pick from."
"Will you shut up!"
"Nope. I enjoy this endless torturing knowing I can get something when I go back to my dorms." Alfred stated, running away. He wasn't stupid. He knew when to run so he didn't get a black eye. It took him running around toward the front entrance of the school to make sure that he wouldn't get his ass kicked.
The Beautiful Englishman's Sexy Encounter
In doing so, he ran into the beautiful Englishman he was just talking about. His lovely green eyes opened wide as a slight caress of blush graced his cheeks. It made the American laugh. "What's got you so shocked?"
"The fact that you are wearing practically nothing and look like you've just showered in pure sweat is disgusting. Oh! What is that awful smell? Have you not heard of deodorant?"
The American rolled his eyes, grabbing his counter-part and dragging his ass back inside. He raced them towards the teacher's shower room and pushed him against the wall. Arthur scrunched his nose up in disgust, "The only way I'll take a shower if you have one with me?" Asked the American.
"Yes! Now get off of me and let's get you washed!"
Chinese Cat
The cat purred out in anxiousness as he begged the Chinese man to feed him. Yao sighed. He loved cats so much that he had begged and begged to have one. He got one on the condition that he help Ivan with the teacher's union. The need for control over everything was a dominate feature in the Russian. He used any and all means to get control over the vast majority of the people.
Yao placed the plate of cat food down for his pure grey cat. The cat purred in thanks and began devouring the beef dinner. Aside from the cat; he had many Hello Kitty trademark items. From pens, to pillows, to plushies, to purses; one would said he had them all. Yet, somehow his Russian friend was able to find more things he didn't have and use it against him.
A familiar knock on the door made Yao groan and smile at the same time. Despite being used by the Russian, he loved him. From his innocent face to his dark side; the Chinese man could not get enough of him. Yao was like a cat in a way, following his master, just as his cat followed him. But he was too hopelessly in love with his Russian to give it up.
"Come in; it's open." Yao shouted.
Ivan entered the small room; closing the door to make sure what was said would remain private. "Did you enjoy the kitten?"
"Yes, Ivan." The Russian made his way towards the Chinese man.
"So are the preparations ready?"
"Yes, Ivan."
"Very good my little kitten!"
A/N: Hey guys. I'm EnchantedLuck! I have this name for Both Tumblr and Gaia. This story is a co-story between my boyfriend and I. I know that many of you guys wanted that shower scene elaborated on, however I'm not allowed to do that. In my chapters I have PrussiaxHungary and SwedenxFinland. My boyfriend is going to work on UsUk and Rochu. Maybe he will be nice and might write something for these two in Chapter two. This story started out as a story inspired by a re-shared post by xkurochikix and the three main pairings were made based off of her three favourite pairings. I hope you enjoyed this chapter because there will be more. Lot's of Love EL
FF Tip #1: There is no way to get rid of all clichés, however if used effectively they can make a story very unique and humourous.