Authors Note: Yay! Thanks for checking out my fanfiction! o-o This is, like, literally the first Hetalia fanfiction I've done. o/o So... Yeah! Enjoy! Constructive criticism is gladly appreciated! ^^ Oh, and this is not a studentxteacher, but rather a studentxstudent. I'll explain more in the next chapter. c;
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Is my name Hidekazu Himaruya? No. No it is not. That would be super cool, but it is not. I will now go cry in a corner about that. ;-;
"Dammit!" Julchen let out a groan as the sudden toll of the nearby school bell rang loud enough to be heard for miles, which is just about how far Julchen had been from the school. "I hear ya', I hear ya'." She muttered sourly as the bell insisted on clanging triumphantly for at least another minute, mocking Julchen's tardiness.
This had been just about the fifth time Julchen had been late, - this trimester. She was often late, and with being late, came with lame excuses, such as, "I was chased by one of Ludwig's dogs again! Dumb things never liked me." Or something of the sort. This morning, Julchen had clumsily slapped together one of her favorites, - the tale of her almost being jumped, but how her AWESOME self had managed to escape just on time. Of course, the reality was that she, yet again, hadn't bothered to set her alarm clock the night before.
Which was just a tad less awesome.
One of the most difficult parts of being late wasn't necessarily being late in itself, but rather sneaking past the hall monitor, - Ludwig Beilschmidt. Otherwise known as her "kleinen bruder".
This morning, of course, was no different. With her backpack swung carelessly over her right shoulder, and a folder with messy papers shoved in clutched tightly to her arm, Julchen prepared to enter large brass doors of the school - until she caught sight of Ludwig, out on a lawn patrol.
"Shoot!" She muttered to herself. Looking around rather urgently, Julchen quickly sunk herself next to a small potted plant, which was much less than willing to give the albino protection from her younger brother. None-the-less, Julchen thought of herself as very clever, and snickered happily to herself.
"Julchen." A familiar voice sighed, a shadow consuming the wall in front of the girl the voice had addressed, "Get up."
The girl pulled herself up rather sheepishly, preparing to attempt to look confident as she told her fable. Of course, the whole scenario was pretty pointless.
Ludwig lifted his hand, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger, "This is the fifth time this trimester, Julchen. You were awake when I left the house this morning!"
Julchen only replied with a sour look, avoiding the gaze of her younger brother.
With a sigh, Ludwig only shook his head, took the folder that Julchen clutched to her side from her, and headed towards the large brass doors. Julchen followed, huffing in annoyance, her look of disapproval still planted on her face as she entered the school.
The entire situation was routine already, because by the time Ludwig opened the door inscribed "Main Office", the lady at the front lifted a pair of grey eyes rather expectantly, and pointed to a certain room, where Julchen's fate awaited her.
With an uncomfortable smile, Julchen snatched her folder back from the taller German, and slipped inside the office that the desk ladies long finger directed her to.
And, less than a minute later, Julchen was yelling rather angrily at the activities manager.
"I'm sorry, Julchen," The manager, who was addressed as Mr. Calvart, apologized rather unenthusiastically as he removed his reading glasses, folding them up in front of him and placing them on the desk, "But you've been late five times this trimester, - nine times if you include last trimester."
"But an extracurricular activity?! I don't have time for that crap!"
"You have enough time to be late just about every morning."
Julchen shut up.
Mr. Calvart directed his eyes back towards the computer screen to his side, the scroller on the mouse attempting to make quite a racket, "Considering it's the last trimester, there aren't many activities that are available..."
At the point, Julchen was silently praying that it remained that way.
"Oh! Here's one!"
Dammit.
"Hm... Music, I believe?"
Julchen practically choked.
She was more then aware of that certain activity, and the prissy man who ran it.
"Music?! With Edelstein? There's no way I'm going to be trapped in a stuffy room with that stingy man for an hour and a half." Julchen complained rather loudly, the man at the desk proceeding to wince slightly, more so as a warning to tell her to quiet down. Julchen was all too angry to care, though.
"You will if you want to pass." He threatened calmly.
Julchen opened her mouth, looking as though she was prepared to argue. However, she quickly clamped her jaw shut, voicing her disapproval with a scowl.
"You start today after school." And with that, Julchen, who was now rather agitated, was sent off.
Julchen shot angry glances at the clock that hung above every door just about every five minutes throughout the day. It was frustrating, - she didn't know if she preferred time to speed up or slow down. Speed up to get the stupid day over with, but slowdown in hopes that her "extracurricular activity" would never come.
Several times Julchen let out angry groans, which was rewarded with icy glares from the teachers, -which Julchen ignored just about every time.
She was even addressed once rather quietly by Elizaveta, an old friend of hers, asking her during class if she was alright. Of course, Julchen's muttered response, and the teachers' rather boring lecture, was cut off instantly by the familiar, obnoxious ring of metal hitting against metal, calling Julchen to her new hell.
Otherwise known as, the school bell.
Swinging her backpack in the same fashion that she did earlier, Julchen pushed past the crowded hallways, practically tripping over an abandoned backpack once. Grumbling, Julchen pulled herself to her feet, which won her several curious glances from her classmates, who weren't use to their energetic, narcissistic friend acting so... annoyed.
In fact, Julchen had become so engulfed in her own anger that she practically forgot that she had no clue where she was even headed. It took a moment, but the albino eventually managed to fish a crumpled paper out of her backpack, which promptly brandished the room number in her face. It was on the top floor of the large school, but in a room she had never bothered to visit before.
Muttering to herself, Julchen winded through the vast hallways, and up the staircase. Once she was on the top floor, the population of the school soon began to die out. It took a moment, but it slowly dawned on Julchen that the area her 'activity' was in was in a secluded and rather abandoned area of the school.
Which only made Julchen more agitated.
Lifting the small scrap of paper with the jotted down room number to her eye-level, Julchen read the number. Then the small plate in front of her, which proudly mocked the numbers on the paper. Leaning slightly to the left, Julchen peered inside of the small, rectangular window that was a part of the door. Inside, unaware of Julchen's presence, was the man Julchen was rather annoyed by.
Roderich Edelstein.