I swore I would never write Hetalia again and yet here I am, rewriting an old idea I had years ago that I got inspired to work on thanks to plenty of 80s movies, specifically the Breakfast Club. I deleted the original from AO3, but the new version will be posted there too.

This is an human AU, in high school, modern day. Contains Nyotalia. To make this AU work, Iceland (Erikur) and Norway (Lukas) are not brothers. It just wasn't going to work.

Anyway, here we go.

Lukas Thomassen ~ Norway
Mathilde Densen ~ Nyo!Denmark
Svea Oxenstierna ~ Nyo!Sweden
Timo Väinämöinen ~ Finland
Erikur Steilsson ~ Iceland

The Five Fabulous Suspects
Line-Up

Normally, Norman Willie would come into work and expect to be on damage control. Norman Willie had taken the vice-principal position because of how he was able to work so closely with both fine arts and athletics, but more often than not, he found himself as the activities supervisor and then some.

Norman Willie did not despise the principal, John Havot. He did despise his work ethic. He was too carefree, believing that "teens will be teens."

However, Norman did not believe in that. If they didn't start discipline, these kids would never learn. They picked fights, vandalized the school, and disrespected their elders.

Today, this lazy Tuesday afternoon, was no exception.

As he stood in the hallway, holding his coffee mug, the gym teacher stormed up, huffing and puffing as he crossed his arms. "You are not going to believe this."

He was in for quite the treat.

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"Timo Väinämöinen, please report to Principal Havot's office now."

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"Svea Oxenstierna and Erikur Steilsson, please report to Principal's Havot's office."

x x x

"Mathilde Densen, please report to the principal's office."

x x x

"Lukas Thomassen, please report to Principal's Havot's office immediately."

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The door opened and the tall, the cobalt eyed male adjusted his glasses as the he made his way to the last of the empty seats in front of Principal Havot's desk. Next to him was Mr. Willie and Coach Jonah on either side.

"It has to be one of these brats. There is no other explanation."

"Woah, hold the phone, Hank!" Everyone turned their attention to the ashy blond male who had streaks of black in his hair. The girl with long, golden blonde hair and icy blue eyes scoffed as he held up his hands. "I don't know what you're accusing me of, but it isn't cool."

"This isn't the first time the gym has been subject of vandalism, and not to mention that someone broke into the uniform closet and ruined all the men's basketball ones, Timo." Coach Jonah eyed Timo. "Why don't you admit it, Väinämöinen?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Timo spoke up, messing with one of his many ear piercings. "And quite frankly, the rest of us do not either."

Mr. Willie sighed, shaking his head. "As of late, due to… lack of punishment," he muttered, eyeing Principal Havot. "Someone has decided to vandalize and torment Ms. Jonah. Now, as we had no evidence, we could not apparently punish anyone…"

"Wait," the golden blonde girl spoke up, crossing her arms. "You think I did it?"

"Oh, can it, Princess, nobody thinks you're that innocent," the shorthaired sandy blonde female sneered.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that suddenly someone like you can judge my moral standing."

"Miss Densen, Miss Oxenstierna, please," Principal Havot spoke up, laughing as he rubbed the back of his head. "Let Mr. Willie finish."

"However, now, we have motives and we have some evidence. You five are all of Nordic heritage, as some of you love to proclaim."

"Hey, can't help that we Danes are the best looking," the shorthaired girl said, flashing a smile. The other female scoffed.

"As if!" she hissed.

"Svea, leave it be," a platinum blond male warned. "She's doing it to get a rise."

"Well, as it turns out, the latest damage has been tagged… with a Nordic flag. Everything was done in black, so there is no color, and quite frankly, it looks as if a five-year-old drew it…" Mr. Willie sighed as Timo cackled loudly. "Timo Väinämöinen, be quiet!"

"Yo, I'm just, hold on… this is ridiculous! I have an alibi, Mr. W! I was volunteering at Sunrise Orchards Nursing Home!" Timo interjected.

"As if anyone believes that," Svea hissed. "I don't know why Erikur and I are being mixed in with such classless little punks."

"Again with the high and mighty shit," Mathilde mumbled, earning a pointed glare from Mr. Willie.

Timo nodded in agreement. "What's your alibi, Princess?" he asked, winking at her. Svea gagged, rolling her eyes.

"Oh please, if anything, it was you two," Erikur blew his platinum bangs from his face. "Why are we wasting our time? And trying to ruin my reputation?"

"Ah, yes, the reputation of a homophobic, close-minded, piece of shit jock who purposely tries to pick fights!" Mathilde sneered. "I'm so glad you want to uphold such a prestigious reputation. So much respect for someone who torments my friend because of his sexual orientation!"

Erikur turned to glare and Svea placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's not worth it," she whispered, echoing his concern from earlier.

"Excuse me."

The blond boy on the end finally spoke up, adjusting his glasses. "Yes, Lukas?" Mr. Willie asked.

"You may say you have evidence, but why would any of us want to vandalize Coach Jonah's office?"

"Well, let me just ask that nice F that blemished your perfect school record. So much for a four-point-oh and Harvard with a nice failing grade and summer school hanging over your head," Coach Jonah interjected. Lukas' eyes narrow.

"The fact that my entire GPA was ruined because of one class…!"

"And you, Mr. Steilsson," the gym teacher turned to Erikur. "You and I have always been at odds, ever since I refused to let you start varsity basketball and football over Alfred Jones." Before Erikur could even protest, the coach turned to Svea. "And speaking of Jones, it would make sense that perhaps one of his many lady friends would be pissed because I interjected on his relationship."

"You should've kept your nose out of our business." Svea glared, clenching her fists.

"And let me think, Miss Densen, your failing grade and constant detentions weren't enough for you to hold a grudge?"

"Of course I do!" Mathilde replied. "I was on crutches! And you told me I didn't have the proper paperwork!"

"And finally, where do I start with you, Timo Väinämöinen…" Coach Jonah ignored the protests from Mathilde to turn to the last blond.

"Well, between your constant emotional and mental abuse, constantly getting detentions, being forced to perform stupid tasks, the time you caught me smoking and stole my cigarettes, I would say you have enough to say I did it…" Timo tapped his chin. "But I didn't, because I was at the nursing home last night!"

"Oh God, I don't have time for this bullshit!" Erikur muttered. "I had club soccer…"

"Except you didn't," Svea muttered. "Because it was cancelled… due to rain…"

"Well, Miss Densen? What's your excuse?"

Mathilde sighed. "I mean, I wasn't home, but I wasn't here. I was out with my friends… but I guess you can't prove I didn't come here, can you?"

"I was home all night," Lukas insisted. When he realized that Svea had yet to speak up, he turned to her. "What about you?"

"I was… busy…"

"Busy destroying the gym, I bet." Timo snickered and Mathilde nodded in agreement. Erikur rolled his eyes.

"Are you all so heartless that the one who did this is going to sit here and lie to me? Mr. Willie was fuming. His face turned red enough to match his hair. "Unbelievable! Principal Havot, do you have any ideas for what we should do?"

"Uh," the principal, who had been mostly silent, turned to his colleague. "Well, uh, I do not… but uh, you know, since you're so… invested in this, I will pass all responsibilities of discipline to you for this case."

Five pairs of eyes widened as Mr. Willie smiled. "Thank you, John. As for you five…" He turned his attention back towards the five teenagers before him. "Starting tomorrow, you will all be sentenced to after school detention indefinitely. Until one of you can come clean, you will all pay the price."

"That is so unfair!" Svea shrieked. "You know it was Mathilde or Timo!"

"It could just as easily have been you masterminding this elaborate sabotage, Princess." Svea whipped her head back to Timo.

"Stop calling me that!"

"Every day, after school, ninety minutes, you will be in the library… so I suggest you all get friendly, because you five will be spending a lot of time together."

The bell rang, signaling the end of the period. The five teenagers glared at Mr. Willie, but said nothing. All they knew is whoever did this was going to pay.