A/N: Fresh from the oven - er, keyboard! So.. my friend convinced me to have a lot of teacherxstudent relationships in this fanfic. Because we soooo do not have a thing for those relationships, whatchu talking about? Though, not all of them are going to be. So there is going to be a new pairing in this fic; Hong KongxTaiwan, just because of something happening in the future chapters ;D
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia, for I am not that much of a genius~
"Aaah, it's such a nice day," Yao announced as he entered the teacher's lounge, which was also located inside the office building. To the students, the office building was quite dull, but to the teachers, it was a different story. Surely they'd deny it, but most of the time spent in the building was for gossip. Teachers, gossiping? It was a shocking thought, even to young Wang Yao.
A man with wavy blond hair greeted the newcomer. "Ah, Yao, perfect timing!"
"What is it Francis, aru?" Yao sat down on a loveseat which sat across from an old beaten couch, where Francis was sitting.
Francis chuckled, then flicked his hand to a sleeping, tan man with disheveled hair. "Heracles and I were just wondering, how were you able to look that boy in the eye?"
Yao raised an eyebrow in questioning. "What are you talking about?" Heracles, who used to be sleeping next to Francis, had woken up.
"That new student… the tall one… with light-blond hair… that guy," the tan man mumbled, still groggy from sleep. Francis nodded frantically, a wave of fear in his eyes.
"He is quite terrifying, yes? How can a student be taller than most of the staff here! Plus, who wears a scarf in September, in San Francisco? Then there was the fact I over saw him scaring the poor Italian brothers just by looking at them! How could you not be scared?"
Yao shrugged and adjusted his ponytail, which had started to fall out of place. "Well, he didn't look that scary, aru. Plus Feliciano could be scared of his own shadow. But yes, his height is a bit intimidating, but surely you can not let that get in your way. If you judge a person upon their looks, then most people would assume the worst, aru." He then motioned a hand towards Francis, who looked at him with shock.
"Why look at me?"
"Well… no offense Francis, but you don't look like the safest person." There was some truth behind it. Francis wore a button down shirt, which was mostly unbuttoned, exposing his hairy chest. In his hand he held a glass of wine, and was seated in a quite… not so innocent way.
"Yao's right Francis, plus there's the fact a lot of female students come to me saying you creep them out," Heracles added in.
"Why is everyone against me!" Francis set the wine glass down and walked towards the door, his hand on his forehead in the most dramatic fashion. "Oh, how woe is me!" Yao slapped his forehead, why did he spend his free time with this guy? Oh yeah, no one spent their weekends at the library, that's right.
Wang Yao was a new librarian for the on-campus library. Sometimes he was mistaken for a student, and a woman, mostly by Francis, because of his lean-yet-slightly-curvy build, and soft features. It didn't help either his onyx hair was long enough to rival a woman's.
Francis walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. That just left Yao and Heracles in the teacher's lounge. That made him wonder. Why was he allowed there, if he wasn't even a teacher? Well, he guessed he was at least considered one. After all, he helped any student with a research project or any other homework if they stopped by the library. Oh well, Yao just shrugged the thought off.
"So Heracles, what do you think of the new student?" He questioned.
Heracles looked up and held his chin in his hand. "Well, Ivan -that's his name, I looked in his records." He answered at his friends raised eyebrow, "is a bit frightening yes, but like you said, don't judge a book by it's cover. I'd like to speak with him, get down to why people are afraid of him. No one is affected by just one's presence in such a way without reason. From what I know, he's not close with his sisters, so something must've happened in his past for him to cast off such an intimidating aura. I applaud you for talking to him though, who knows what'll happen…" And that's when Heracles fell asleep.
Sighing, Yao spread himself full length of the loveseat, his legs just barely dangling off the armrests. Blast his short height, barely reaching five foot three inches, aru. He was just about to close his eyes and enjoy the silence, if not for the loud bang of the door opening.
Yao groaned, his face now in his hands. "What is it now, aru?"
The obnoxious tone he knew oh too well answered. "Tony and I were just checking out some of the chicks out by the park."
"Can you two keep your minds off of women for a second?"
Yao could almost see the smile on Antonio's face as he spoke, "Not women Yao, actual baby chicks! Gilbert kept saying that they're the only thing that 'compares to his awesomeness' or something."
"They do, and you know it!" Gilbert walked over to the soda machine backed against the wall of the teachers' lounge. He inserted a dollar, grabbed the Mountain Dew bottle, and took a sip. Then he plopped down on an arm chair in the ring of seats. "So how has your day been Yao. Of course, it wasn't as bitchin' as mine!"
"Don't use that language, it's disrespectful!" Yao didn't like it when people swore, he was a very old fashioned man. Which was why his niece hated him, since he insists she doesn't date until she was thirty.
Gilbert snickered, reaching over to smack Yao on the shoulder. "Don't be such a spoiled sport gramps!"
"I thought I told you not to call me that, aru," Yao sighed, but he continued anyways, "But my day was fine, if you must know. The bookstore down the street donated some new encyclopedias to the library. They were very nice in doing so, aru. It's a pleasure to see such generous people nowadays." Picking at his nails, Gilbert deadpanned.
"…Really, Yao, really? That is absolutely BORING!" Antonio, who was pacing around the room, too energized to stay seated, whacked Gilbert on the head.
"Don't be mean! And that's awesome Yao, we've been needing some new encyclopedias. Maybe now the students will do better on their papers."
"Like students need to do papers for your class Antonio, all you do in that class is cook," Yao remarked. That's not all that students did in that class though. Most of his Home Economics class was filled with women, with the exception of a few males. The girls, the Chinese man noticed while walking by his class one day, were taking a long gander at the Spaniard's ass. Nevertheless, Yao didn't hate Antonio's class, for he loved to cook as well. It made his heart swell that students wanted to learn how to take care of a home they were soon to own one day. Those kids were such diligent students in Yao's eyes.
Antonio laughed while running a hand through his curly hair, amusement flickered in his eyes. "At least I'm not locked up in a library all day where barely anyone visits, mi amigo."
"I like the peace and quiet, thank you very much. At least people don't go to the library just to look at me like I'm a piece of meat, aru."
"Like anyone would look at you like that, for they'd be too distracted by my awesomeness from miles away!" Gilbert choked on his soda as he laughed. Yao sighed, walking over to him and patted him on the back, who muttered a "Thanks" in return.
The clock suddenly rung, as it does every hour. Looking up Yao sighed. "Well, I guess I should go, aru. I need to go check to see if any books were returned today, plus my break is over."
"Bye Yao!" Antonio waved.
"See ya' gramps!" Gilbert chugged down more of his soda.
Yao left the office building, and headed in the direction of the dome building. Luckily the library wasn't far away, so he didn't have to walk for long. He adjusted the strap of the bag that was tucked under his arm. No, it wasn't a purse, it was a man-purse.
People just didn't know the difference, aru!
Saturdays were often Yao's favorite. Not many people visited the library, so he had time to relax and enjoy the solitude. Plus, his younger brother Honkon* visited him on occasion. The two brothers were close, and they both originally planned to work at Hetalia University together. Though, Honkon was placed as a professor's aid for Professor Kirkland, who taught British Literature. Because of that, the two brothers hardly saw one another, for Professor Kirkland was a strict man. What Yao didn't like was how Honkon grew a sharp tongue, a feature learned from the professor. Slowly he was turning into a disrespectful person. Just like most of the students at the University aru!
Yao went to pull out a key to the library, only to find the door handle completely smashed and destroyed. Who could do such a thing! With not only rage, but complete disbelief in his eyes, he rushed into the library. Normally he'd enjoy the cool air it brought, as California was still awfully warm around early September, but he was too angered at the moment.
"Who vandalized the door to this facility!" Yao yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. He looked left and right, searching for any sign of human life. For a few moments, there was no sign of movement, and the only sound being Yao's heavy breaths. He stood in a semi-crouched position, his hand held out in front of him, the other reared back behind his head, muscles tense, ready to strike if needed.
That was when the sound of a book falling caught his attention. Yao wiped his head around, looking at the multiple shelves of books lined side by side. He rushed over to the shelves, looking down each aisle. When he saw the shadow of a man, he ran up behind the man.
"Aiyaah! Leave my library alone!" He prepared to fight the man, but stopped when he saw the man's face. Yao bumped into the body, and fell backwards onto his rear. He stared up at the vaguely familiar face, or at least body size.
Yao looked up at the man. "W-What are you doing here? How did you even get in here, aru?"
"Oh.. I picked the lock." The man answered.
"Picked it? More like destroyed it, aru!" Yao flailed his arms, face red with anger.
"Oh, I'm sorry. But I wanted to find a book on cooking for Italians, da~"
A/N: Bwahahaha, cliffhanger, sorta :D
*I used the Japanese pronunciation of Hong Kong for his name, since I couldn't think of anything else xD.
I enjoyed writing Yao, but I like Ivan better. He's like a giant polar bear~
I...can't...think of anything else to put here xDD. So bye nows~