The Garden
Chapter Three

'Sorry, babe, but if you can't prove to me you're worth it, there's a pretty little blonde in your class that definitely is.'

The words stung, and her eyes went wide. She watched as the older gentlemen, if she should even call him that, zipped up his pants, and turned to her. 'I'd wash that shame off yourself, toots. You are going out into public after this!'

'You are not giving my dream to fucking Allison Franchesca Jones!' The statement rang out in the confined space of the little loft above the bar, and the man had graying dirty blond hair and a mustache. She stood up, standing toe-to-toe with him. 'You're getting what you want, and now it's time for you to hold up your end of the deal, Winter!'

'Ana, Ana,' he cooed, and she slapped him.

'It's Anya!' Groaning, he grabbed her wrists, his eyes narrowing. 'Let go!'

'Okay, babe,' he growled. 'I only agreed to make you a star 'cause your old man paid handsomely for it. Tapping your ass on a regular basis was just a li'l something you gave me on your own free will! Besides, Ivana, look at you!'

Forcing her to face the mirror, she examined her naked figure while he continued his speech, 'Dancers don't look like you. They look like Alli. Curves in all the right places, slightly petite figure, short, curly blonde hair, big, innocent blue eyes. That's who people connect with.'

'Shut up!' He glared down at her with icy blue eyes. 'I will prove that I am worthy!'

'You better,' he chuckled, tossing her a towel, and sat down in a chair. 'Because I'm sure she'd love to have your former manager to prove she's better than you.'

A loud, unholy cry escaped the Russian's throat and she stomped into the small little box that he called a 'bathroom.'

She hated her class with almost a passion. She sat on the floor, lacing up her Pointe shoes, and watching as a group of girls looked at her, laughing. In the center was the epitome of her existence. The stupid, blonde with shoulder length hair that bounced into perfect curls. She hated every part of her, from her stupid blue eyes to her stupid, pink-painted toes. There was nothing about this teenage girl she liked.

Most of the class kept their distance from her, and they all flocked around the perfect fucking Allison.

There were a few that didn't care in particular for her, more so Birgitta Oxenstierna who was more concerned with dancing and carpentry to pay much attention to anymore, Roderich Edelstein, who practically only talked to his girlfriend in the class, and Lovina Vargas, who was too busy trying to sabotage Louise Beilschmidt to care.

She considered herself on good terms with Birgitta, and was slightly pleased when the girl who was as tall as she was sat down next to her. 'Where are your Pointe shoes?' The long haired blonde with icy blue eyes looked over, her glasses sliding down her nose.

'Someone cut them up.' She normally mumbled, but when angered, you could understand her clearly. She wasn't shocked; Alice Kirkland's School for Ballet was hardcore, and if you weren't any good, you should get out. Competition between girls was fierce, and it was no doubt Birgitta, who was a sweet, non-competitive dancer was in Ms. Kirkland's good graces. She was amazing, and some girls couldn't stand that.

'Alli?'

'Probably.' Allison had joined ballet about five years ago, and the loudmouth bitch proved she rightfully deserved a spot in the top three. Many girls had fallen in order for her to get there, and now, she wanted to be the number one spot. Only problem was the number one spot was held by her, and the number two spot held by Birgitta, and she could only take out one at a time.

'Oh, Birgie! Where are your Pointe shoes?' Ms. Kirkland was a tiny, near middle aged woman, with big, bushy eyebrows and glasses, looking like a librarian almost. 'You know I want you to practice in them before our solo showcase!'

Nodding, she walked out and reentered the studio, the massacred shoes in her hands. Alice's emerald orbs widened. 'Girls! Meeting, now.' The class quieted, and the boys were asked to leave. There was no such thing as competition between the males, anyway.

'Who did this to Birgitta's shoes?' she motioned to the slippers the girl was holding, and no one spoke, but a few smirked, to name them, Alli, Linea Thomassen, and Hera Karpusi. A Japanese girl, Keiko Honda, looked terrified. 'Now listen, I don't know who did this, but here, I see this as a threat. I don't like threats. Now, if I ever find out who did this bloody bull shit, I will expel you!'

Everyone nodded, and Alice Kirkland said, 'Now let's start class. Birgitta, I'm sorry, but you can't practice without Pointe shoes.'

The Swede frowned, but nodded. Anya looked over at the four whom she was sure was responsible for it, and Allison passed by her, and she mumbled, 'You're next, slut. Watch out, because I am taking your spot.'

Her eyes widened, and she looked over at Birgitta, and she glared at the American, hatred that she knew all too well. The Russian female turned to Alli Jones, her face painted with the collected look of a murdered, and she opened her mouth to call back at her.

'Try me, you American bitch.'

RIIIING.

The bell rang throughout the school twenty minutes ago, and Mr. Beilschmidt had been missing. Luckily the teens had not tried anything, which he was internally grateful for. Announcements came and went, and he stepped up to the front of the classroom. 'Uhm, well, guys, it seems like Mr. Beilschmidt is not here yet, so what does he have you do?'

'First period is study hall!' someone shouted, and he sighed, looking at the schedule on the podium he stood behind.

'Then study,' Yao scolded. 'And don't yell, uhm…' Looking at the seating chart, he looked up, 'Mikkel Densen?'

'King of the Nordics, motherfucker!' the spiky blond haired Dane proclaimed, and said, 'Isn't that right, Emi?'

'I will burn you.' The Icelandic male had a deadly look painted on his face, and the Asian man's eyes went wide. 'Sorry, sir. He pisses me off.'

Yeah, me too, the male sighed and looked at the two. 'That's a warning, Mr. Densen and Mr. Steilsson. Next time I won't hesitate for punishment.' Everyone nodded and quietly started working, which he found odd. He began to call out names for attendance, and noticed three empty desks.

'Arthur Kirkland?' he raised an eyebrow, trying to remember what he looked like.

'Not here.'

'Gisela Beilschmidt?'

'Also gone.'

Then a name that had a familiar face, and he called, 'Tino Väinämöinen?'

'Right fuckin' here.' Oh, God, if you make this kid shut up, Ya internally pleaded. I will do anything my siblings want for a week. 'And the other two fuckin' losers are right behind me.'

The male following Tino was shorter than he, and had very, very, very, very, atrocious hair. It looked like they tried to dye it blue, but it ended up in patches, and some of it was even green in placed. His eyebrows were thick, and his ears were covered in piercing.

The lone girl was an albino, with her almost white hair and bright red eyes. Her pale skin was covered in leather, and to accompany her, a ruby red parasol that matched her eyes. 'Hiya, pops.'

'Mr. Wang,' he corrected, amber eyes glaring at the three. 'Take your seats now.'

'Fuck you.' Tino accompanied this phrase by a colorful hand gesture, and explained, 'You ain't the fuckin' teacher, so why should I have to take fuckin' directions from you?'

'I'm too awesome for this!' Giselle shouted.

'Suck my balls,' Arthur snarled, walking to his seat. Yao's eyes widened and his breath hitched.

'Detention, all three of you!' he shouted, with a force he himself never knew he had. Suddenly, the door flew open again, and there was Gerulf Beilschmidt, covered in paint from his very long blond hair to his very nice black shoes.

'Detention? How about expulsion?' Yao didn't know what to say to the normally calm man's sudden outburst, but then the albino girl jumped up, sliding on her knees up to the man. 'What, Gisa?'

She flinched, and said, 'I'm so sorry, Opa!' she grabbed his paint splattered hand, and her eyes went big and wide with tears. 'I thought you'd enjoy it! Ja!'

'Enjoy it?' the Germanic's eye twitched. 'I enjoy being covered in paint!' He pulled himself away. 'That's it, Gisa! You and your friends have gotten on my last nerve! After school, we're going to have a meeting, you, me, your parents, Uncle Fritz, and then all the Kirklands and all the Väinämöinens.'

'Opa!'

'Not at school. I am your teacher, not your grandfather.' He glared at Yao, and said, 'And you will all respect Mr. Wang. He is going to be working with us. Now GET TO WORK!'

'Now I see where Lou gets it from.' A poisonous glare was sent towards her and the albino slid back into her seat.

Yao gulped, and Gerulf coughed, turning to him. 'You will also be at this meeting.'

'Yes, Mr. Beilschmidt.'

Sitting uncomfortably in the chair, the large teacher's lounge had been converted into a meeting room. He was not lying when he saideveryone. He gulped and looked over at the parents. In the middle were the parents of Tino, Dr. Onni Väinämöinen and his wife, the gorgeous Armi. Two children occupied the floor in front of their brother, looking no more than five or six. Aino and Jarno were their names.

The Kirklands were a sturdy bunch, and the parents seemed almost regal themselves. Henry 'Harry' Kirkland was a lawyer and his wife, Anne, stayed home. No wonder too, because they had a larger than expected family. First off, there was Duncan, a loud mouth, bearded college senior. Then, there was Rhys, the college junior, who had this almost black colored hair, smoking a pipe. A curly haired, strawberry blond male was next, with frightening bright green eyes, and this was Connor, the freshman in college. Following him was a ginger girl, with freckles and all, named Catherine. Of course, the youngest was a freshman named Peter, and was the spitting image of Arthur: blond hair, loud personality, except he had blue eyes. They all had the Kirkland trait of giant, bushy eyebrows.

The final family was his colleague's family. The Beilschmidts consisted of two children, two parents, Gerulf, and their uncle, Frederick. They apparently had many cousins, who all were in college by now. The uncle was laughing with Gisa, and the father, Otto Beilschmidt, a very stern man with a mustache, who looked murderous. His wife was glaring at her brother, and her name was Sophie. The other daughter was poised properly at her father's side, short blonde hair, and a stern look on her face. She was Louise.

'What did he do this time, Mr. Vargas?' said the doctor, and his eyes narrowed at his son. 'I hope Timo isn't hurting anyone.'

'These three hoodlums have caused nothing but trouble!' Gerulf shouted. Roma waved off his friend, and cleared his throat.

'They seemed to have caused many problems, as to sabotaging the lunches, shooting paintballs at the teachers, and vandalizing the property.'

'Gisela Friederike Beilschmidt!' Yao's eyes widened as her mother used her full name. 'You know better! I told you if you kept this unladylike behavior up, I would have to punish you!'

'No mom!' she pleaded. Gerulf cleared his throat, and Roma gulped.

'We've discussed the possibility of expulsion for these three, unless you have a way, Mrs. Beilschmidt.'

'You're damn RIGHT I have a way to kick my daughter's ass into gear!' she yelled, and her husband turned to her, placing a hand on his shoulder.

'Sophie…'

'Come on sis, it's just kids being kids!'

'Old Fritz is right!' Gisa yelled.

'Fuck yeah, Old fuckin' Fritz is fuckin' right!'

'Timo!' Armi chided.

'What is your idea, Sophia?' Gerulf asked, and the mother looked at the parents, before motioning toward Armi and Anne. 'Sophia?'

'Well, I made Gisa promise me that she wouldn't do anything stupid, and if she did, I'd enroll her in ballet. However, it appears I should've done that sooner.' Glaring at her mother, the albino jumped up and started shouting in German at her mother. 'You'll be fine. Louise turned out pretty good.'

'She was already an uptight bitch to begin with.' Sophie glared at her daughter, and cleared her throat.

'Community service and ballet classes should make it up.'

'My niece owns the ballet studio where I believe your daughter goes,' Annie stated, smiling a bit. The boys were beyond protesting, because they new better.

'But who would supervise them?' Onni asked, looking at the principal and the teacher, and Yao felt he could slip away undetected.

Mr. Vargas turned to him, just as he was about to slid off his chair, and said, 'Everyone,' he motioned toward him and he flushed. 'Meet Yao Wang, your supervisor.'

In just eight hours, Yao went from student teacher to babysitter.

'Fan-fuckin'-tastic.'

He expected to go from babysitter to murder by the end of the week.

What a wonderful first day.

I do not own Hetalia. Never will. Catherine is my OC for Ireland.

Woah. So, there are about twelve names in here that relate to something from each country. They are located in the meeting part of this story. Here are your hints:
* A Finnish pop culture reference (two possible answers, since the name belongs to two people on the same show)
* A Finnish opera singer
* Two German historical figures (neither are royalty)
* Six royal names used in this (one is obvious to those who know Hetalia and Prussia well, two of them are simple, the other three are hard. For one of them, look at Gisela's middle name).
* A Finnish Winter War veteran and writer
* A variant of an Irish mythology king, or a better hint, main character in Highlander.
* An former Miss Universe winner
There is a game. FIND THEM. No, you don't have to…

Anyway, uhm. General Winter is now in the story. Since I can't think of a good name for him, he will be referred to as General Winter or just Winter in general. If you have any suggestions, it be nice…

Damn, I made America a bitch, but trust me. I know what I'm talking about. Ballet can be super competitive.

Tino's real name is Timo. He changed it, well, mentally anyway. He gets pissed if anyone who is not his parents calls him Timo.

Fem!England is Alice, and she's going to be Arthur's cousin… yeah.

What a wonderful first day he was having.