HI! Merry Christmas, Minnie! Yo, this story is a Christmas present to the awesome Minnieluvbug12 who is, as I said, awesome. I recommend her stories to everyone! So, anyway, on with the story! Warning: this story will, without a doubt, be cliché.

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own Hetalia. If only I did…

Mary groaned as her 8-year-old sister's annoyed shrieks pierced the quiet household.

"Wake up! Wake up, already!" Used to the girl's crazy antics, Mary wearily opened one eye. "Just five more minutes…"

Reclosing her eyes, she snuggled deeper into her blankets. Her nice, warm, heavenly blankets.

"Nope!" Grinning, the younger girl snatched away her sister's only source of comfort in the cold, jumping on the older girl in the process.

"It's already 6:20, you had plenty of time to sleep in!" She leaned down, her auburn hair tickling the tired girl's face.

Sighing, Mary tried to push the girl away. "Gerrof me, Anna. What do you mean by it's already 6:20? That's no… decent time for… a human being… to wake… up…"

Curling into a ball and trying to preserve her body warmth, Mary frowned slightly. She felt there was something important to remember, but it just kept slipping her mind.

Oh well, it couldn't have been that important… she'll know by tomorrow… "Hey Mary, it's Monday!" The older girl blinked. "M-Monday...? … SH*T!"

Suddenly awake, she rolled out of bed and dashed to the bathroom, hurriedly trying to smooth out her short brown hair.

Wiping her bangs out of her brown eyes, Mary frowned. "I'll have to get it cut soon…" Glancing over her shoulder at the clock, she froze. It read 6:49… that was a cruel juke, right? She couldn't have possibly taken that long… "Seriously?"

Grabbing a piece of toast in her mouth and throwing on a bright red pea coat, Mary dashed out the door and into the frigid November air.

She ran down the street, going as fast as she could without choking on her breakfast in the process.

Since she only lived two blocks from her private school, the girl had to walk every day. Or, in some cases, run to school. The brunette had a perfect attendance record, and wasn't about to mess it up now.

She sped up, frantic as she started to stress. If she was late, her parents wouldn't give her that week's allowance, and then she wouldn't be able to buy OHSHC volume 17! What could she do?

Preoccupied with pressing matters as she was, Mary didn't see the person around the corner until they collided.

They were both knocked to the ground, and Mary couldn't help but flinch when she landed on her backside. "Oww…" Looking up at the person she'd run into, also on the ground, she noticed it was a young man, a good looking young man, with messy dark blonde and bushy eyebrows.

He rubbed his side, flinching at the bruise that was certain to come later. Narrowing his emerald eyes in annoyance, the man frowned. "Watch where you're going, you git!" Mary blinked, grinning at him.

"You're British? Oh my god, I've never met a brit before! This is amazing! Anyway, I'm really, really sorry! And I didn't run into you on purpose or anything."

Getting up, Mary dusted off her standard-issue school uniform. Holding out a hand for the fallen man, she smiled, offering to help him up. Raising a busy eyebrow, he took her hand as she pulled him up.

"Of course you didn't. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Arthur Kirkland. It's a pleasure to meet you, love."

He gently kissed her hand, and Mary felt herself blush. Not only did he have a sexy British accent, but he was also a gentleman to boot! "O-oh… I'm Mary! Mary Loelle!"

She smiled and looked down, a blush adorning her cheeks. When she went to look down at her hands, her eyes flitted over her watch.

Suddenly, her blood ran cold. Eyes widening, Mary quickly picked up her schoolbag, sprinting toward the school building. Turning around to run backwards, she waved to the man.

"It was nice meeting you, Arthur!" As she ran inside, the brit watching cracked a small, almost unnoticeable smile. "What an interesting girl…"

Chuckling to himself, he started walking again, almost as if nothing had happened. The only difference was that now there was a small smile tugging at his lips.

Mary grimaced, checking her watch. "I hope I can make it…" A warning bell rang, symbolizing there was only one minute until class started. And Mary still had to go to the other side of the school.

Paling, she picked up her pace, cursing everything she could think of for not being a fast runner. She frowned, a certain green-eyed man all but forgotten.

Mary sighed, pushing the slimy, toxic gloop that is more commonly referred to as school lunches around with her plastic fork.

No matter how hard she tried, the girl simply couldn't get Arthur out of her head. There was nothing odd about their encounter, just two strangers who happened to bump into each other; but it felt as if there was something more to it.

Something momentous. It was as if the stars had aligned, just so they could see each other that one time! As if the two individuals came together in an act of fate, two souls destined to meet!

Or maybe she could get off of crack and actually come up with a rational idea for once. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

"Hey Mary, what are you doing? You seem all dazed for some reason." Startled, she jumped looking up into the bright blue eyes of her best friend Dawn. "It's nothing, really. I'm just a bit tired, is all…"

Smiling slightly, Mary sighed, muttering to herself "And I can't get him out of my mind…" Luckily, she said it quiet enough for no one to hear her.

Dawn, not noticing the comment, suddenly gasped and promptly facepalmed herself, long black hair splaying across her face.

"I can't believe I forgot to tell you! Starting tomorrow, we're going to have twelve new teachers, and they're all really cute! Apparently they came today to tour the building, and tomorrow they'll start for real!"

Mary shook her head and smiled as if amused by a young child, rolling her eyes. "They're just teachers, Dawn. It happens all the time, no big deal."

She paused, trying to let what she just said sink in, and was about to start speaking again when her friend's exited squeal interrupted her.

"Look, it's them! They really are cute, aren't they! I think I like the one with the scarf and water pipe best… violence makes guys sexy…"

Mary sighed, worried for Dawn's mental health. Violence and yaoi, it was the two things she talked about most… this 'water pipe' guy won't know what hit him, and Mary couldn't help but feel bad for what the faceless stranger would soon experience.

Looking over to the group of men, Mary's breath caught. He was there. Arthur Kirkland.

Eyes widening, she just stood there in surprise. When she was finally about to look away, her turned towards her; and in the briefest of seconds, their eyes met.

He smiled at her, and although it wasn't exactly the warmest of smiles, it had genuine kindness in it. Arthur nodded to her before turning away to talk to a taller guy, who looked and acted more like a student than a teacher.

With glasses over his bright blue eyes, blonde hair with a cowlick, and a brown bomber jacket with the number 50 on the back, he seemed to give off an 'all-American' vibe- albeit an annoying one, he didn't appear all that smart- and looked to be no older than 20.

Near them in the shadows was a tall Russian man smiling innocently, happily watching everyone else interact. The man had violet eyes, an adorable face, ash-blonde hair, was wearing a giant scarf, and was gripping a bloody water pipe.

Yeah, he seemed like a pretty good match for Dawn… especially because of the dangerous vibe practically emanating from him.

There was a tall, blue-eyed blonde-haired German who appeared to be strict, yelling at and barking off orders to an adorable-looking and cheerful Italian with reddish-brown hair and a random hair-curl off to the right side. His eyes seemed like they could never open.

Next to them was another Italian, practically identical to the first except his eyes were open, he had darker hair, and his curl was on the other side.

He appeared to be yelling at the German, and seemed to have a… colorful… language. It was like he was eternally PMSing.

And Mary could see why he was so annoyed, because there was an inhumanly happy Spaniard clinging to him like a stalker. It was like he was so happy, he could almost sparkle… wait, maybe he could sparkle…

Standing nearby was a blonde pervert (somehow, people could just tell he was a perv.) with cornflower blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair.

He was happily chatting with a slightly taller man who had a perpetual smirk and big ego. His silver-blonde hair and crimson eyes were odd, marking him as an albino, but it just added to his sex appeal.

Something about the two of them seemed to scream 'rape', so Mary decided to try and avoid them whenever possible.

A fair distance from the two of them was two Asians talking softly to eachother. It didn't seem like they talking about anything top-secret, more just that they were annoyed with everyone else and didn't want to offend them with what they were saying.

One was short, with black hair and eyes, and a calm disposition. The other was rather effeminate, with long black-brown hair pulled into a loose ponytail and was, for some reason, holding a plushy strongly reminiscent of Hello Kitty.

If Mary hadn't known they were all guys, she would have easily mistaken the latter's gender.

Looking them all over again, Mary smiled. They were all cute, all twelve of them… wait, she'd only counted eleven… Frowning, she squinted and looked for the person she was missing.

Although she didn't find him, she did find a floating polar bear. That's certainly something you don't see everyday…

Sighing, Mary let a small smile grace her lips. With a cast of teachers like that, tomorrow was sure to be interesting.