Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia (as if please, I have not as much talent), the idea is inspired by a tumblr blog and their crush story~

AU in which Canada (Matthew) is a university student in an history class and Prussia (Gilbert) is his teacher.

Matthew will sometimes use French Canadian since I'm making him clearly a québécois lol

PxC

Once again, I had a question. For god's sake, I'm Canadian myself, why was it so difficult to understand the growth of the population in the after war decades. I mean, it's not like I don't understand it, it's pretty simple, it's the way the teacher wants us to write it…

Mr. Beilschmidt knows my potential and wants me to write this 20 pages essay on the growth of the population on many criterias, but like… I can barely understand why his criterias matters to the growth of the population? Maybe I'm just too tired of all my assignments, that must be it, I shouldn't bother him even more. He probably has a lot of work to do anyways, I could just ask a question to Vash, pretty sure he'll be able to help me out with this assignment.

The more I thought to myself, the more I wasn't listening to the class. It wasn't the most important class of them all anyways, only a few reviews on some political views of each provinces. The left is more conservative, the right more liberal* bla bla bla. I couldn't get over this anxiety of asking the question or not. It's not like Gil- Mr. Beilschmidt will be mad if I ask a question after the class, but I feel too clingy to him. I don't want to be seen as the dude who always asks questions to the teacher, or the dude who stays after class.

My class was almost over, tick tock, 37 seconds left, 36, 35, 3-

''Matthew Williams please come at the end of the class, if anyone has further questions, please write it via email or come to my office a bit later.''

Shit… Well, if the teacher wants me to go, I'll go… I wonder why he actually called me, it's not in his habits to call out students like that, unless he sees them sleeping… Even then, he prefers to just let them sleep, that is only if they are not snoring, then he'll do some kind of silly pranks (which would always make me laugh).

Everyone is packing their notes, pencils or computer and slowly but surely getting out of the room. I'm just here completly dumbfucked and nervous? anxious? I'm not really sure of what I'm really feeling, isn't strange? Maudit Matthew, get back to your senses, he'll probably ask you how the damn essay is going, that's all, nothing more. You are not clingy, just a good student.

''You wanted to see me Mr. Beilschmidt?'' I said nervously.

''Dear god Matthew, stop it with the Mister, it's Gilbert you know it by now'' laughing a bit at my politeness, he continued ''How is the essay going?''

Called it!

''I guess it's going well?...''

''You didn't start it I suppose?'' he said while laughing a bit again.

''Yeah… sorry for that… but how did you kno-''

''Matthew, I've been your teacher for a year now, I know when you make that frowning face in my class that something is bothering you, and even more when you are not listening, tell me what is wrong with the essay so I can help you out''

The fact that he knows me so much could be creepy, but instead a faint blush spreads on my face. Sometimes I just really hate this shyness of mine. After the blush settles down a bit to a pinkish undertone, I try to explain my conflicts of writing the essay on the criterias asked. Gilbert takes the time to go one by one on each criteria to help me search the sources of his class and the documents he gave us. After a while I finally understand the connection between a few criteria and the growth.

''Why is it so important to go on a political point of view to see the demography of the society?''

''I can't totally give you the answer, but you'll see in the polls on immigration and women's rights how it will affect the rate from 1960 to 1980. Try to get a point from that and this criteria with be completed''
''But… that is not political?... Unless you mean to go check on the laws replaced and imposed in those years to make a difference diagram on the growth?''

''See, you can understand more than you think kesese''

Gosh I love this accent and his laugh… He is too sweet with me, that's almost giving me all the answers to a quizz… Maybe that's why I've been more anxious to be around him asking questions. I don't want him to know I have a (massive) crush on him. He isn't that old, maybe 28, and I'm going to be 23 soon enough. He is in his first years of being a teacher (which is quite rare these days, mostly for an university level teacher), but from what I've learned on him, his few works in Germany have been pretty good. He is a great historian of the Prussian culture, and decided to have his own class.

The only reasons we are having a session of Canadian culture is because the university wants it in its quota for any history course. Still, I can't grow more attached, and neither can he. Yes we are both consenting adults, but it wouldn't be good for any of us to have a relationship as we are now. people would think I'd be cheating to have good grades, and teachers wouldn't consider Gilbert a worthy teacher. Rumours could start, and even though I'm not the most noticeable person ever, I wouldn't want to attract attention because of rumours. It's just not possible and it really kinda does breaks my heart a little.

''Matthew, are you alright?'' I could feel the worry in his tone

''Yes… I'm fine… it's just… Nevermind Gilbert, it's fine''

I was going to turn away quickly and escape this damn conversation, I do not wish to make things awkward between the two of us. It's better like that… but I wasn't able to turn away and go as I planned, because he grabbed my hand. Not again, another flush. Mautadine de rougissements… I can't control it anymore, my cheeks are bright red and all we did is touch hands.

''Matthew, please tell me what is really wrong today…'' His tone was so… weak and sad…

''Gilbert… I swear everything is fine, there's nothing to worry abou-''

''Enough of that Matthew! I can clearly see that something is off… Is it a problem with me, if so I can make arrangements so you can change classes if that's really the case and it will not affect your grad-''

''It's not that…Sincerely, it's not about your class or this essay''

''Then what is it! I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable''

'' I just… I don't want to be too clingy… I don't want to attract attention on us, even though nothing is going on''

I was waiting for an answer, something, anything. I was waiting for a short ''right, I understand'' or even a ''us having something? Come on Matthew! I'm only your teacher hahaha''. The silence pained me. It was a one-sided crush after all… What was I even thinking. I'm not a teenager, I can't blame the hormones anymore. Gosh, why was I even attracted to my teacher… His voice? His looks? The way he teaches? Once again over-thinking and being anxious. I just wanted to leave. Escaped from there the fastest way possible. I could feel my tears coming.

I cannot cry in front of him! What would I look like? A pathetic student that got a crush on their teacher and can't accept rejection without crying. Câlisse… I never act like this, even with my first ever crush and boyfriend I never acted like that. Maybe it's because he is older and it affects me, or because I'll have to tolerate him even after this accident? More wars in my head, I never noticed.

His hand slowly gripping me farther up my arm, his little smirk on the side of his face. Him getting up slowly, his other arm slowly embracing me into a gentle hug. I woke up to my senses when my head was in the crook of his neck, I could feel his hot breath on my face. I could hear him giggle a little. I could hear the movement he made by the way his clothes would make a sound. His breath came near my left ear and before I knew it, he spoke.

''Matthew, please, don't worry about us. Nothing happened yet, if you want something more though, just give me your phone number and then we could deal about rumours~''

I couldn't proceed what happened.. My head was spinning… All I knew is that quickly, Gilbert gave me a little smoosh on the cheek and started going out of the class with the cliché wavy hand from the back. I could see him smirk from the side… I stayed there in the middle of that empty class until I realized someone texted me.

From: 1-xxx-x11-9121

To: Matthew

You actually don't have to give me your number, I took it earlier when you were spazzing out ~

Ask me any question at any time ;)

-The sexiest Teacher you'll ever Know~

PxC

* this little note: I'm talking as the side of the country. It is revealed that in Canada, the provinces more to the left are most likely conservative, and on the right liberal.

i'm trying this out! Never did before, it's all so new ughhh. I'm trying to get a bit more involved in writing Prucan and evolving my narrative competences in English. I accept criticism, it will help me. I tried writing it 3rd style, but it was a bit hard, so I stayed on the 1rst person. I might switch from time to time depending. It's a One-shot in the first place, but if needed, I'll make a fic out of it :)

Also try to find out what the end of Gilbert's number says lol~

-midoriizayo226/menolly226