SO MY NEW GREASE FIC IS OUT! Yaaay! Also I'm so sorry for my mini update it was being idiotic so I deleted it. The weak must be eliminated. ANYWAY GO READ MY GREASE FIC! Yay Prucan! Also I started the book chapter omake.

So, with out further ado, this weeks chapter. Also don't forget to review cos I love that.

I still, miraculously, do not own Hetalia, if you can believe it.

Matthew was straight out of college, little to no teaching experience, but with excellent grades and a voice that couldn't be heard over whispers. He was the kind of teacher who wore a sweater over a dress shirt everyday, and was probably scared of some of the louder students.

Gilbert too was straight off the books, but unlike Matthew, he'd just scraped by a passing grade to earn his teaching degree. He was loud, albino and not really that smart. In his opinion, he was pretty much the greatest thing to ever have happened to the world.

You might be able see the root of their problems as partners.

When they both applied to work at Clearwppd Junior High, neither expected to have to share a classroom, and neither expected such a different partner, but according to the principal, Julius Vargas, they both had 'extreme potential' and he couldn't 'let either of their talents go to waste'.

And so Matthew Williams and Gilbert Bielschmidt started their joint career as teachers.

Their first day started unusually well for Gilbert. He woke up before his alarm clock (read: his not-so little brother), and managed to look as put together as was physically possible for him and he entered the classroom, 45 minutes before classes started.

His co-teacher, however, rushed into the room 5 minutes after he second bell rang. Matthew's sweater vest was rumpled and his glasses hung off his face at a strange angle, and for the second time since meeting the man two weeks ago, Gilbert was struck with how cute his new partner was, for a grown man.

The students turned in their seats and whispered as Matthew swept into the room, barely keeping a hold on the overstuffed messenger bag in his grip.

"You're late." Gilbert called from the front of the room where he was clicking determinedly at the ActivBoard. Matthew set down his bag on his chair and straightened his glasses. The students stared at him and he blushed profusely.

"I know. I am so, so sorry!" Gilbert shrugged.

"Guys, I think I mentioned earlier that I'll be sharing a classroom with another teacher. This is Mr. Williams. He teaches in the afternoon, but has to come in for work in the morning. Which is screwed up. He'll like, help me teach and I'll help him, so be super awesome to him, ok?" So\me of the kids chorused back 'ok's.

"Anyway, we're going to study american history this year, which is boring. I'm not even American, but that's what they're telling us to teach. So it all started with the other countries finding America and ..." Matthew listened to Gilbert teach, not once offering more facts. He had a way of getting the kids to listen by paraphrasing and using analogies and jokes.

"And so Britain was like, 'America, why are we so low on Tea' and America was like 'Uh we had a totaly awesome tea party?' but they didn't sound convincing and so Britain was like 'You threw it into the harbor, didn't you?'" He had a way of making things that happened centuries ago relate able, and by the time the bell rang and his lecture ended, Matthew approached the man.

"You're a phenomenal teacher." He whispered. "I have no idea why Julius hired me." The next class filed in and Gilbert looked surprised at the other teacher.

"Tell ya what, you teach this next period and we'll find out." he walked back to his desk and started to look over a course book, but jerked his head up. "And Matthew? I'm sure you're an awesome teacher. Matthew found himself standing in front of a room full of eigth graders, blushing furiously.

"Alright. I'm Matt-I mean I'm Mr. Williams and I am going to be your history teak-teach- TEACHER!" he spluttered and laughed. The students laughed with covered his face with a hand and rubbed his eyes under his glasses. "Ah this hasn't really started the best. Ok so this year, we're going to be working on American history, which you guys have been learning since what, kindergarten?"

"That was the most stressful thing I've ever endured in my life," Matthew admitted to Gilbert over lunch. He speared a chunk of salad on his fork and popped it into his mouth. Gilbert shrugged.

"I don't know. You looked kids really seemed to like you." He smirked. "I was right. You're a totally awesome teacher." Matthew blushed. Was he really devolving a crush on his coworker? He hoped not, that could end really badly.

"Well I mean, I'm nowhere near as good as you. They all love you, you make history interesting and you're really funny, so it keeps their attention." Gilbert raised an eyebrow. Matthew thought he was funny? They might be getting somewhere.

"Next period's yours right?" He asked casually. Matthew shrugged and downed some more salad.

"I guess. But I just taught for you, so you could return the favor, if you want." He turned a darker shade of scarlet. "I mean, you don't have to, I'll totally do it, but I mean... Whatever works." The canadian teacher mumbled.

"I'll teach." Gilbert agreed. Matthew nodded.

"well, I've got a thing-" he motioned to the door and picked up his empty Tupperware. Gilbert nodded, a bit crestfallen.

"Ah. Ok, see you later, then." And Matthew took his lunchbox and left the teacher's lounge. Gilbert let his head fall onto the fake wood surface of the table.

"You've got it bad, son." He muttered to himself.

"It's so unbearable. They like, flirt in class." One girl muttered to her friend on the way out of Matthew's class, halfway through the third quarter.

"I know right?! They're so blind. Mr. B totally likes Mr. Williams." Matthew was holding open the door for said girls, and overheard their conversation, making the shy teacher turn vermillion as he adjusted his glasses.

"Isabella, Lexi, go to class." He scolded loudly. The pair turned and giggled at him. He shorter girl turned to him.

"Just go ask him out. He'd say yes."

"GO TO CLASS!" His volume was as close as it ever got to yelling and the girls snickered and ran down the hallway. Gilbert watched curiously from his seat.

"What'd they say?" He asked, tapping a pen on his nose. Matthew looked up.

"Ah- um, nothing."

"You sure? You seem a little shaken up?" Gilbert smirked. "Did they insult your hockey team again?"

"That was one time!"

"That was the only detention you've ever given!" Matthew hung his head and made a face like swallowing something nasty.

"Do you... Want to.. Uh, get some drinks or uh, something after work?" He asked shyly, so quiet that his coworker almost didn't hear him.

"Are you asking me on a date, Mattie?"

"N-!"

"'Cus I don't know how much longer I can do this whole, platonic thing." Matthew's head shot up.

"Yeah. Date. Sure."

Lexi Jones and Isabella New got straight A's in Matthew's half of American History for the rest of the year.