A/N: Hi, HundredPercentHetalian Hetalia crazy like always. I mean, what did you expect? Anyway, I was talking at my school with my other Hetalia obsessed friends how cool it will be if we got Hetalia characters as our teachers. And I thought that will make a great topic as a Facfic! So, I did it. I'm that kind of person that when I come up with a great idea, I do it.

Rated T for cussing. Don't ask "Why would someone cuss at school out loud and the teachers not get mad about it?" Because they're Hetalia characters. They don't mind cussing.

I don't own anything other than Gemma Ayasaki and the teachers. Hetalia characters are ALL owned by Hidekaz Himaruya.

I used translators on the internet for the foreign languages. I only do Japanese and English, so…. I'll translate every word at the end of the chapter.

Well, here we go! Horrible grammar and story format. This explains why I hate Language Arts. But I'm gonna take Latin when I go to High school anyway because I wanna follow Grandpa Rome's footsteps!

Okay, first of all, I didn't ask for this to happen. I didn't. I most certainly didn't but for whomever that made this happen to me, I wanna hug that person, and hit them on the face at the same time. I was ready to get into High school. But then, THEY had to come in. One word to explain the situation at my school right now? "CHAOS." Just like Europe during the Austrian Succession. Only ten times worse.

My day was just like always. Wake up, lazy lazy lazy. Eat breakfast, lazy lazy lazy. Get on my bike, lazy lazy lazy. Bike to school, lazy lazy lazy. Get off of bike and go to first period, lazy lazy lazy. Yeah, I know. I, Gemma Ayasaki, am just simply a lazy person. I only do stuff that I take interest or love in. Like Drama, Drawing, Painting, Anime, Manga and Hetalia. I walked to first period, which was…. Oh yeah, Language Arts. Ugh, we're learning Grammar right now…. Yuck. I walked in the classroom, Room 216.

Which had kids talking and mumbling like crazy. What the fuck? Our teacher Mrs. Jordan doesn't allow kids to talk during her class. A sub, probably? Cool, maybe Mrs. Jordan got hit by a bus or something (pardon my cruel thoughts). I snaked around the other kids who were crowding in front of the door, and looked at the sub.

I did the Fangirl scream.

The sub looked at me like I was insane, and I blushed.

"Mother of Merlin, are you okay?" he asked. I looked at him again, and I slapped myself. Nothing. So I pinched myself. Nothing again. So I kicked the wall as hard as I can, and I opened my eyes, which were getting teary by the second. Still no change. I slowly walked up to the sub (dragging my foot that still hurts like shit) and asked,

"….Arthur Kirkland?"

"Yes, that is my name. Have we met?" the dude with blonde hair, green eyes and thick eyebrows answered with a British accent, looking kinda puzzled.

I fainted.

I felt myself laid down on something soft. A bed? Probably. Thank goodness, just a stupid, stupid dream…. Really cool at the same time, but stupid. I mean, if that actually happened….

"Arthur, what exactly did you do to make such a fine dame faint?"

"Nothing, you wine basterd! She looked at me, and plopped on the ground!"

"Well, then, I guess she was shocked at your punk-y look!"

"What part of me looks punk to you?"

"Tout. Absolutely everything,"

"Why you…"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"

For about one minute, I had two guys trying to stop me from banging my head against the hardest thing I could find, which was the metal pole on the bed. I couldn't bear to open my eyes. This I a dream. THIS IS A DREAM.

"Que le? What's wrong? Is it him?"

"Why me? Must be you!"

"Stop it!" I screamed again. They stopped. I got them to let go of me, and I finally forced my eyes open. There, I saw the nurse's office, my "Language Arts Teacher" and the "Nurse". Now, if I remember correctly, the school nurse Ms. Finney doesn't have curly blonde hair and she DOES NOT speak French. Oh. Damn. It.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" my first period teacher asked me.

"….Yes. I'm fine,"

"Well then, will you tell us why you fainted?" he asked another question.

"Because! You guys aren't supposed to be existing!"

"Sens?"

"I know who you are!"

"…you do? How…. Oh," my teacher finally understood. He looked at the nurse and the nurse looked at him. I was able to read the feeling in their eyes. Amusement. Shock. And most of all, confusion. "Can you tell us all you know? About us, I mean,"

"Sure," I said, closing my eyes again.

"Arthur Kirkland, AKA England, full name The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Capitol London. Age 23. Height 175 cm. Hates France, Spain, etc. Former guardian of America,"

"Not true," I heard him mumble a little angrily.

"Believes in unicorns, ghosts, fairies, so much more. Easy to go pub, meaning easy to get drunk. Former pirate, now gentlemen. Also known in the name 'Britannica Angel'," I heard someone snicker, and a sound like someone punched someone's gut. I sighed, and went on.

"Francis Bonnefoy, AKA France, full name Republique Francaise. Capitol Paris. Age 26. Height same as Arthur. Once very strong country when he had Napoleon. Great cook. Known and proven pervert, horrible at war," I heard Arthur laugh a little. Well, it's the truth you know? I open my eyes and looked at them both.

"Got everything you need?"

"Yes, Merci….Pardon me, I haven't heard you name yet have I?"

"Gemma. Gemma Ayasaki,"

"Half Japanese?" Arthur asked. I nodded.

"Don't know what my other half is. Probably a lot of others mixed,"

"Well Gemma, could you tell us again why you fainted?" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"You… you guys are Anime characters. More precisely, Hetalia. You guys shouldn't be existing!"

"Well dame, I'm afraid we are." Francis said, chuckling. This cannot be happening. I have Hetalia characters at my school people. This is probably… the most epic-est thing that as ever happened to me.

"Shall we get back to class now?" Arthur said standing up from the chair. I nodded, a little worried.

Beeeeep!

Oh, there's the intercom. At least it doesn't play the song "Maru Kaite Chikyuu" or "Hata Futte Paredo"….if it did, it will be cool and awkward at the same time.

"Bonnefoy, I am expecting you at my office IMMEDIATELY! If you do not, I will have no choice but to use my new XM214!" Francis flinched a little. Arthur smirked at him.

"I think you should get going, Bonnefoy," he said grimacing. Francis mumbled a few things in French, which I am guessing they are cuss words. He got up and walked out of his office. Arthur started back to his room, so I quickly followed.

"So… what happened exactly? How long was I out?" I asked to him. He shrugged.

"About three minutes or so. Personally, I didn't want to take you to the 'nurse'," he twitched a little. "But one of the students insisted. So I carried you there,"...…wait. Arthur CARRIED me?

(Me and my part of my brain that's Hetalia crazy having weird imaginations for about 30 seconds)

"….And what did you do to the rest of the class?"

"Left them there, of course. What did you expect?" he said, tilting his head like he didn't understand.

"You left a whole class of eight graders ALL ALONE. ALONE," I pointed out.

"Yes…. But they were quite quiet after you fainted, so I judged it will be fine to leave them,"

"…..um, Ar – I mean, Mr. Kirkland?"

"Arthur is fine if you want it that way. But I prefer 'Mr. Kirkland' in the classroom," he said, smiling.

"okay Arthur. Did Francis – Mr. Bonnefoy – do something to me while… you know…?"

"No worries," he answered. "I was with you the whole time. So no. He didn't lay a finger on you,"

"thank goodness. And, um, the dude on the intercom, was that…."

"You try guessing," he said.

"….Switzerland. Vash Zwingli,"

"Correct. Your new school principal," Arthur smiled.

….O.M.G.

"…so that's how the verbs and adverbs work. Got that?" It's shocking because the whole entire class actually SEEMED to get it. This is what happens when you have the COUNTRY "England" teaching you Language Arts. Amazing, huh? He looked at the clock on his desk.

"Well, that should be enough for today. The bell should ring soon anyway. Go ahead and head to your next class," he waved his hand, as if saying "Shoo". The students got up from their desks and walked out the door, looking blank. They're probably shocked too, since the sub is able to teach better than the actual teacher. Arthur came up to me and asked,

"You sure you'll be fine? Won't faint again?" he said and winked. Now THAT'S enough to make me faint again. But I firmly held myself and answered,

"Yes,"

"So then, who do you have next?"

"um… Mr. Sirelli," I answered, searching information in my head that was now just one word, "CONFUSED".

"Who?" Of course. Why would he know Mr. Sirelli, my History teacher?

"uhhh… the person who's teaching the class right next to you," Not a lie. Mr. Sirelli's room is Room 215, right next to this class. Arthur made a disgusted face.

"….make sure you tell the git to not eat while talking will you?"

Oh, I can see what's coming.

Translations:

dame = lady

tout = everything

que le =what the

sens = meaning

merci = thank you

A/N: Funny thing I found while I was looking for translations. I went to this translation website, and I can find any language translated into anything, other than "English to French". They must hate each other that much XD. And also, American English and British English has different spellings on certain words. Apparently, they hate each other so much that they can't even decide on how to spell stuff XD