Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. If I did do you think I'd be writing FANfiction? The only thing I own here would be my OCs. And WARNING: I did gender-bend some of the countries. I also played with the ages. Don't kill me.
OCs in this chapter: Jeanne-Catalina Bonnefoy- Andorra, Marietta Vargas- Malta, Giovanni Vargas- San Marino
Gender-bent countries: Finland, North Italy, South Italy
A tired girl trudged into her next class, her breaths coming in short. She adjusted the worn backpack slowly before settling down in the back of the class room. She pulled her binders out and quietly sat with her head lowered. A blonde man walked into the room, his blonde hair slicked back. His ice blue eyes settled on the girl in the back. He was five minutes early for his class, and it appeared that one of the students from his previous class had fallen asleep and forgotten to go to the next class.
The man walked over and tapped the girl on the shoulder. She jumped and tumbled out of her chair onto the floor with a strangled cry. She looked up at him and he simply told her she should go to her next class. She folded her arms and pulled out her schedule. She pointed to her fourth period and showed him she had his class this period. He blushed lightly before offering her his hand.
"I'm sorry about that. Generally kids aren't in this room until they have to be," he said.
Green-blue eyes gazed intently into his blue eyes, dark and distrusting. She pulled herself back up onto her seat, wincing slightly. She grabbed her notepad and began to write.
Hello. My name is Jeanne-Catalina Bonnefoy.
"My name is Mr. Beilschmidt."
Like Coach Beilschmidt?
"Ja, Coach Beilschmidt is my older brother."
What's it like to have a brother?
"I guess it is okay. He drives me nuts, but he'll always stand by me. He's my bruder after all."
It seems like he loves you a lot. He talked about you and he seemed really proud. I wish I had someone like that.
Ludwig was about to ask her what she meant when his class began to file in. He looked back to see her look to the board and start her work. He turned and walked to the front of his class. He cleared his throat and said, "Hallo, I'm Mr. Beilschmidt and yes I am related to Coach Beilschmidt. That's my older brother. Now, this is AP History and I expect each of you to complete your work, study for your tests, read your sections, and not mooch off of someone else in this class. If I find you cheating I will not hesitate to fail you. Now I understand my brother is less formal than I, but you are to call me Mr. Beilschmidt or Mr. B if you have problems with the pronunciation. Now let's get started."
He began to talk about the Great War, or WWI. Ludwig watched his students copy down the notes from the board as he continued to lecture. He noticed a few kids falling asleep and slammed a ruler down on his desk before continuing. He saw the fatigued girl he had been talking to writing at a furious pace. It seemed she was hanging on every word of his lecture, unlike the Korean sitting in front of her. Im Yong Soo kept trying to get Jeanne-Catalina to utter a word. She refused and ignored him. The young girl continued to write despite her neighbor. The girl sighed before raising her hand.
"Yes Jeanne-Catalina?" he replied.
"Catalina will do…but could you please repeat what you said about the Central powers?" the rather soft voice came.
"Yes, and Yong Soo, be quiet! Some people are trying to listen to the lesson….like you should be."
He then restarted his explanation of the Central powers, Yong Soo now silent. The class continued without much of an issue. After the lecture was over, Ludwig gave his class a reading assignment. They needed to read the text book, chapter 7 on the Central powers of Germany, Austria-Hungary, and the Ottoman Empire. Ludwig then walked to the back of the class room where it looked as if Catalina may just doze off.
"Catalina…are you all right?"
She nodded and smiled. The girl opened her mouth and whispered, "I just have a cold Mr. Beilschmidt. Not much can be done."
She laid her head down on the desk and sighed. Ludwig put his hand across her forehead and said, "You're rather warm. Do you want to go to the nurse?"
"No…no one to take me home anyhow."
"Are you sure-?"
!
The bell sounded, interrupting his question. She pulled herself off the seat and whispered, "Good day Mr. Beilschmidt."
With that the small brunette walked out of the class room. The German frowned, crossing his arms. She'd flinched when he touched her head…he wondered what that was about. Ludwig walked back over to his desk and sat down. A knock on the door followed by a kesesesese let him know his brother was walking in. He looked up from his papers to see his brother chatting with another man, a Swede much taller than him. The Swedish man stuck out a hand and said, "Nice to meet you Mr. Beilschmidt. I'm Berwald Oxenstierna."
"I'm Ludwig, as I'm sure my brother told you," Ludwig replied.
"Me and Ber were talkin' about this strange girl in our classes—"Gil started.
"Jeanne-Catalina?"
"You some kind of telepath West? That's exactly who we were talking about."
"She's in my AP History class. She just left," Ludwig replied. "Catalina seemed rather tired."
"Catalina? Where'd you get that West?"
"She told me to call her that East."
"I'm not going to ask about the East and West thing, but you actually got her to speak?" Berwald broke in.
Ludwig nodded and said, "She asked me a question in class. That Korean boy Im Yong Soo kept talking so she asked me to repeat myself. Wouldn't she speak to you?"
"Not a word," Gilbert replied, "Though she's apparently asthmatic. She had an inhaler in gym today."
"She didn't say a word in computer applications," Berwald replied. "She did cry a bit when one of the other kids grabbed her sleeve."
"Strange…but maybe she just doesn't like physical contact. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," Ludwig said looking at his brother. "Now can you give Marcello a ride? Feliciana asked me to pick up Giovanni and Clement."
"Sure bruder, where is he anyway?" Gilbert said.
The auburn strolled into the room and waved. He smiled and said, "Hello Ludwig, Gilbert, Mr. Oxenstierna. Are you picking up Gio and Clem, Ludwig?"
"Ja, you'll be going with Gilbert," he replied getting up and putting his papers in his bag. "It was nice meeting you Berwald. Perhaps we should observe more and discuss this matter later?"
"Yes, it was nice to meet you to Ludwig," Berwald said with a nod.
He began to walk out of the room until he turned to Marcello.
"Make sure I get that assignment all right?"
Marcello stuttered and nodded. Berwald ruffled his hair and walked out. The boy turned to look at Ludwig and Gilbert. Most people thought Mr. Oxenstierna was terrifying, but Marcello knew he was NOTHING compared to his Finnish companion pissed off. Ms. Vainamainen could be down-right TERRIFYING when angered. Luckily for her students, it took a bit of effort to really anger the normally happy Fin.
"All right, I'll see the two of you at home. Make sure he gets their Gil or Lovina and Marietta will have my ass for losing their brother," Ludwig said walking out the door.
Gilbert laughed and put a hand on Marcello's shoulder. The Prussian began asking the younger boy how the rest of his day went. Marcello chatted a bit before saying, "Mari seemed pleased to hear you were my gym coach."
Marietta Vargas… she was an awkward topic for Gilbert to discuss. He swore she was bi-polar, swearing and screaming one minute, cuddly and sweet the next second. She seemed to enjoy Gilbert's company, yet acted like she despised him and anything to do with him. Gil honestly couldn't tell if he adored the sassy Maltese girl or if he just wanted a piece of her body. She was an attractive girl, Gil wouldn't deny that. She was thankfully less volatile than her sister Lovina.
If two five foot three inch women could be intimidating, Lovina and Marietta Vargas would be the poster women. Lovina was a violent tempered 23 year old woman with shoulder-length, dark brown hair with piercing hazel-green eyes. Marietta was a less violent 21 year old woman with dark auburn hair and sharp bottle green eyes. The two were the same height, as was their younger sister Feliciana. Feliciana was a bubbly yet sensitive 20 year old with light auburn hair and big brown eyes.
Then there were the boys of the Vargas family, Marcello, Giovanni, and Clement. Marcello was technically from Seborga, as Marietta was technically from Malta. Lovina was born in the Southern half of Italy, Feliciana in the Northern half, Marietta in Malta, Marcello in Seborga, Giovanni in San Marino, and Clement was born in Vatican City. Marcello had auburn hair like his sister Feliciana with grass green eyes. He was seventeen, Giovanni sixteen, and Clement fifteen. Giovanni had brown hair and brown eyes, while Clement had dark auburn hair and hazel-green eyes.
Ludwig had met Feliciana at an art museum where they struck up an intelligent discussion on Renaissance artwork. The two were friendly with each other, Ludwig being surprised by the airy girl's intelligence. Despite popular belief, Feliciana was incredibly intelligent. She just happened to be thicker than a high security steel door…but talk to her about art and she could give you a lecture! Despite the vast personality differences, the two became friends. The clingy, whiny, bubbly, talkative Italian had wormed her way into the strict, organized, socially-awkward German's life. Gilbert was secretly thankful for that.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the honking of another car.