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So here's a lovely little Gakuen-Hetalia fic that I doodled while I was supposed to be doing homework and other things of that sort. Rated for language, smut, ect. There will be yaoi and maybe some yuri. Don't like? Don't read. Reviews would be nice. I will use all flames to roast my marshmallows 3

Each chapter will be named by a song or part of a song. Something musical… Hence the title being the name of a Lady Gaga song [don't diss the songs or the artists please. That's not what the story's about. If you make any negative comments about the song I use like "oh that's a stupid song", "I hate that song", or "I hate Lady Gaga [or whoever]", it will be removed. Kaythanksbai.]

I don't own any of the characters from Hetalia or the songs used as chapter titles.

Well without any further adieu, here's chapter one of "Dance in the Dark": "Get Back to School"!

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XOXO

"Back off, chick! He's mine! I saw him first!"

"Oh you did NOT you damn albino!" Feliciano Vargas sighed as yet another argument between Elizaveta Héderváry and Gilbert Weillschmidt started. The Hungarian and Prussian had been fighting over one of the newest students, Roderich Edelstein, who was now sitting uncomfortably between the two of them.

"Shut up you two." The exchange from England, Arthur Kirkland, sighed from his seat. His younger brother Peter looked up from his conversation with another European transfer, Francis Bonnefoy.

'Such a strange school...' The young Italian thought looking around the classroom. Every student was from a different country, completely different cultures. Elizaveta and Gilbert continued to glare at each other, the white haired Prussian stalking off to his seat on the other side of the room.

"Feliciano… D-do you mind if I sit next to you?" A quiet voice broke Feliciano's thoughts. It was Matthew Williams, a friend that he had made the year before. He was a quiet young man that didn't have much to say.

"Sure~!" He smiled. Matthew sat down and cast a glance over at Francis, blushing when the French student smiled at him. "Ve~? What's with that blush, Matthew?"

"You look at Ludwig like that all the time!" Matthew mustered all the annoyance and snap he could into his voice and Feliciano blushed when the deep German accented voice sounded near his ear.

"What about me?" The German man tugged softly on Feliciano's curl, making him blush even darker.

"H-hi Ludwig." The blonde gave the little Italian one of his rare smiles and ruffled his hair softly.

"Good morning everyone!"

"Alfred… Sit down." Arthur muttered as the American hugged him around the neck.

"Aww Iggy, lighten up!" Alfred whined, smiling at the Brit.

"Go away." Arthur just went back to reading.

"I think he's right Arthur, you need to relax a little." Francis grinned, putting his arm around Peter's waist. That got Arthur's attention.

"Hands OFF the little brother Francis!" he snapped, snatching Peter away. Francis just smiled.

"Hey!" Peter's face turned red with anger. "What gives, jerk!"

"You shouldn't be hanging around him." The older of the two said quietly, glaring at Francis. Everyone in the school knew of the relationship the Brit and the Frenchman had the year before. It hadn't ended well. It had started with arguments and escalated to physical violence on Francis's part. At first it wasn't obvious; Arthur hid his bruises well for quite a while. Despite everything that had happened between them, everyone knew that Arthur still had some feelings for Francis, which led to jealousy when the Frenchman had started turning his attention to his younger brother.

"Hey Feli! Where's that hot twin of yours?" Gilbert had stopped sulking and went back to his old self, leaning back in his chair, feet up on the desk and a smirk on his face.

"Ve~? I think he stayed at Antonio's last night." The younger of the Italian twins stammered, squirming under the deep ruby gaze of the Prussian.

"Seriously? Why doesn't he hang out with someone more awesome? Like me."

"You aren't that awesome!" Ludwig called to his half-brother from the other side of the room. "You're just a jerk with an ego." Gilbert jumped to his feet and stomped over to Ludwig. When the two started shouting at each other in German, Feliciano and Matthew backed away only to get in the middle of a shouting match between Arthur, Francis and Peter. The two peaceful, quiet (for the most part) young men looked around desperately, trying to find a place that wasn't alive with argument. The only place was over in a corner where Feliks Łukasiewicz (a Polish exchange) was sitting in the lap of Toris Lorinaitis, chattering away.

"Dude, he's, like, so~ un-cool. Nobody wants him as a teacher. He's, like, evil." The blonde tossed his hair to punctuate his annoyance.

"Who?" Feliciano asked as he and Matthew came over and sat down.

"Ivan Braginski. He's, like, the worst teacher in the whole school. If he smiles at you it's totally not 'cause he likes you. His smile is scarier than him!" Raivis Galante, his best friend Eduard Von Bock, and Toris all nodded in unison.

"We had him last year." Eduard muttered, going back to his laptop.

"Hey, like, wait a second. Who's that?" Feliks pointed at Matthew, confused.

"I'm Matthew." He answered softly. Despite knowing each other for years, Feliks (and just about everyone else) always forgot the quite Canadian.

"So, like, what's everyone doing after school today?" Feliks asked, ignoring Matthew (again).

"Well you've got me pinned for the rest of the day." Toris smiled, kissing the Pole's neck softly, making him blush slightly.

"I'm going over to Ludwig's house to make him dinner~." Feliciano smiled cheerfully, ignoring the cursing and the sound of a desk breaking behind him.

"You, like, totally like him don't you?" Feliciano blushed at Feliks's question.

"Ve~ so what if I do? He's nice..." A sharp 'Fuck off!' from the German man made Eduard raise an eyebrow. "To me." Feliciano added quickly. "And I need help studying."

"E-Eduard…? Toris?" Raivis stammered, pointing at the door. The other two turned, as well as Feliks, Feliciano and Matthew. Eduard and Toris froze and Feliks made a noise almost like a scream behind his hand.

"Who is that?" Feliciano whispered as the new-comer came into the room.

"That's Mr. Braginski." Feliks whispered back from behind his hand. "Like I said… he's, like, the worst teacher ever."
"I can't believe we got stuck with him again." Raivis whimpered, hiding behind Eduard.

"Is that a…?" Before Feliciano could finish his question, Ivan had entered the room fully and gone up behind Ludwig and Gilbert who were the only ones in the room making any noise, still wrestling on the floor.

"What's this?" The teacher smiled, pulling the brothers away from each other (which wasn't an easy feat) and holding each of them by the back of the neck. "The first day of school and you're already fighting? Tisk, tisk." The smile never left his face. Ludwig and Gilbert froze, eyes wide, each sporting injuries from their tussle. "Go to your seats please." The brothers exchanged a glance, moved away from Ivan slowly, and sat down in silence. "Well." The tall Russian went back to the door and picked up what he had left there. Feliciano froze when he saw a pipe in the teacher's hands.

"That's… a…" He started.

"Pipe. He always has it with him." Toris explained softly as their teacher looked around the room.

"I'm sure that you all know each other already so there isn't really much of a reason to do introductions." He tapped his fingers against the pipe. "But I think we'll do them anyway. Just for fun." If it were anyone else, the smile he gave them could have been called cheerful. "Tell us your name and where you're from. I am Ivan Braginski. I'm from Russia and I'll be teaching all of you this year." He pointed at Feliciano. "Your turn."

"F-Feliciano Vargas. From Italy." He stammered. Ivan nodded to the next person in the row.

"Ludwig Weillschmidt from Germany." He muttered, wiping blood away from his mouth.

"And I'm his awesome brother Gilbert. My half of the family is from Prussia." The albino smirked, making Ivan tap the pipe harder, a look of annoyance crossing his face.

"Next."

"Roderich Edelstein of Austria." The class continued like that for a while. Students being introduced and their teacher tapping that damn pipe.

Honda Kiku another new student from Japan. Alfred Jones from America. Arthur and Peter Kirkland from England. Francis Bonnefoy from France. Elizaveta Héderváry from Hungary. Toris Lorinaitis, Raivis Galante, and Eduard Von Bock, the three best friends from Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia, and Toris's boyfriend from Poland, Feliks Łukasiewicz. Next was a relative of the Swiss teacher, Vash Zwingli, Tino Väinämöinen from Finland and his adopted Swedish brother, Berwald Oxenstierna. After them came two of the quietest students in the whole school, Heracles Karpusi from Greece and the Canadian, Matthew Williams.

"Well now that we all know who everyone is, shall we start with our lessons?" The whole class nodded, afraid to say otherwise. That pipe was just an arms length from Ivan at all times.

The only sound in the classroom other than Ivan's voice was the sound of pens and pencils scratching across paper, furiously trying to keep up with the notes. Even during a pause in the notes, all eyes were on the teacher. The only person that didn't keep their eyes put was Gilbert. His eyes kept moving up to the clock, anxiety showing through his usually calm exterior.

"Is something wrong Mr. Weillschmidt?" Ivan asked smiling at the pale young man, tapping his fingertips on his desk.

"N-no?"

"Distracted?"
"N-n-n-no sir!" Ivan picked up his pipe and slapped it against his hand, making Gilbert flinch back. The whole class watched in horror as the teacher raised the pipe above his head. The albino squeezed his deep ruby eyes shut tight but instead of bringing the pipe down on his student the Russian smashed it against the clock on the wall, still smiling.

"What the devil is going on in here!" The class turned as the door was slammed open.

"Good morning dear." Ivan set the pipe back down on his desk.

"One. I thought I told you to stop calling me that in public. Two. STOP endangering the lives of students!"

"I'm not endangering their lives… Just their feet." Ivan ran his finger tips along the pipe and kicked absently at the shards of glass on the floor from the smashed clock.

"Aru… You are the most-!"
"Yao calm down. You know Ivan always likes to scare the students on the first day." Another teacher poked his head into the room from a door connecting his class room to Ivan's. "Morning Tino. Berwald." He nodded at the two students who smiled and waved back.

"Go back to your class Vash!" Yao shouted. "Aru… Ivan you need to come see me once school's out."

"Yes sir Mr. Principal." Ivan's smile was more of a smirk now and Yao's face was red with anger.

"Get back to teaching." He glared before slamming the door shut. The class was silent, staring at Ivan who was still sitting on the corner of his desk stroking the pipe and smiling. On impulse the Russian looked down at the attendance sheet and frowned slightly.

"Are we missing an 'Antonio Fernandez Carriedo' and a 'Romano Vargas'?" He asked. Before anyone could answer the bell rang and the entire class jumped to their feet and rushed to the door. "Guess we'll never know." Ivan muttered; smiling after his students had left.

~MEANWHILE!~

"Antonio~!"
XOXO

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So there's chapter one of "Dance in the Dark". Leave me reviews please 3 It really helps!

Hopefully you liked this ^^" I'm working quite hard on it. I'm trying to get back into my writing habits so some of it might not be as good as I want it to be but I'm giving it my best shot here.

Song of this chapter: "Get Back to Hogwarts" from "A Very Potter Musical" [don't judge!]

Much Luffs! 3

~KayKatastr0phe

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