Okay! chapter whatever it is!

This is the chapter where you get to see two of alfred's teachers.

AND! about the school system. I live in the beautiful state of washington. i have no clue how the school system works in england. im making this up as I go along.

Basically, the teachers switch and the students just sit there. the kids have two classes in a row, a 10 minute break, then another two classes, then lunch. then the last two.

homeroom is a half hour at the begining and end of the day.

And My Honor List! these are the people who earn my respect by reviewing! They get their names written in BOLD and Italics, and Underlined! Awesome huh?

1)sakerat. Thanks. you are awesome. i hope you enjoy.

now that that's done, i may as well discaim hetalia, because as much as i wish i owned it, it turns out that i dont.

Shall we start now? Yes? WOOT! ONWARD WRITE! or read, whichever...

Monsieur Francis came in to teach french. "Bonjour, la classe!" he said in a silky voice.(A/N: You know francis would have a silky voice. and boxers... DONT. ASK.)

"Monsieur Bonnefoy! Nous avons un nouvel élève!" Matthieu said, louder than his normal voice.

Alfred looked from his brother to his, French?, teacher. What were they saying? He couldnt even speak english correctly most of the time! He was however, very fluent in American.

Wait! he heard his name! were they talking about him? Matt said something, and The overdramatic teacher's eyes filled with tears, and he ran over to hug him.

"Pauvre bébé!" He sobbed and he crushed the air from Alfred's lungs. the class seemed to be smothering laughter at the sight of this.

But Alfred on the other hand, couldnt even cry out, a) because he was being smothered, and b) he was past that point in pain. He thought that he was gonna pass out from it. THE GODDAMNED FRENCHMAN WASNT EVEN PAYING ATTENTION TO HIS SHOULDER!

Too bad the man was an idiot, and deaf too, a deadly combination, because he wouldnt listen to anybody.

So for the entire hour, Al was stuck in the french teacher's embrace. He hated it. Worst Hour EVUR!

He was saved by the English teacher, who's large eyebrow twitched.

He walked over and hit Francis over the head with the buggest dictionary Al had ever seen.

"What are you doing to my little brother?" he asked in a venomous voice. Even though his voice sounded like he would murder Francis later, his eyes told a different story. Alfred had never seen that much love in one person's eyes before. So... Arthur was in love with Francis? Francis' eyes told the same tale, so he loved him too.

"I wasn't doing anything, mon petit lapin." Francis said, smiling broadly. Arthur's eyebrow twitched again and he bashed the ditionary into francis' skull for a second time.

"OWWW! Why would you do that?" He groaned as he picked himself off the ground.

"Don't you have some other students to harass?" Arthur asked cooly, crossing his arms.

"Fine, if you don't want me around... ill go." Francis pouted walking to the door.

Arthur waved. "Good bye."

And with that, Francis left, and Arthur turned to Alfred. "Are you okay?"

Alfred let out a sigh of releif. "Yeah." He looked into Arthur's eyes, and noticed that he was worried about something.

About halfway through the lesson, Alfred felt the call of nature.

"Arthur? Hey Arthur!" Alfred called waving his hand frantically.

Arthur sighed. Such an informal way of speaking to a teacher. And he was interrupting an important lesson on grammar, and semi-colons. (A/N: Who knows how to properly use semi-colons these days? Could somebody explain them to me? Please?)

"Yes Alfred?" He asked, turning from the chalkboard to look at his student slash brother.

"Where's the bathroom? I really hafta pee." Alfred asked, jumping around in his seat.

"I'll show him." Ivan said, standing up and drawing a gasp from the class and teacher.

"Ummm... okay, Ivan, you know my rules on the restroom..." Arthur said, barely collecting himself. Had his little brother pissed off the Russian already? Or... Had Ivan finally taken an interest in someone. He could honestly say that he didn't know which he would prefer.

TRANSLATIONS!

(they are from google. dont kill me.)

i bet you can figure out the french. But here it is anyways.

Francis: Hello class

Mattie: Mr. Bonnefoy! we have a new student!

Francis: Poor baby!