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Kink: Hetalia Kindergarten/Elementary School Fun

A/N: Uh.. Went with the idea that HRE is Germany so I'll probably be switching between calling him Roma and Ludwig just for reference. And some of the other nations will be a little younger.

Teaching Kids:

Children. Children did not care about acting reckless; Germania had to remind himself as he watched Rome get pounced by his two grandsons, soon being followed by his own son. He wasn't sure how he'd been convinced to help at the school, but someone how Rome had him coming the next day.

The normal teacher was sick and the school had asked Rome (since he taught a few higher up classes) if he knew of anyone that could step in as a substitute instead. Instantly Rome had come to Germania who was taking a year off from teaching stupid college students. The Italian had used the idea of being able to spend some more time with his youngest to his advantage and some how the elf like man had agreed. Now he wondered if that was a smart idea.

The normal Kindergarten class only lasted half a day, from about 7:00 in the morning until about noon time. After that any children that couldn't be picked up normally stayed until they could by either their siblings or their parents. Germania himself normally allowed his youngest son to remain after to hang out with his friends until Gilbert was done with his classes and could pick up the younger children from school. It was because of this that he had taken a year off of teaching so he could help raise young Ludwig a bit more than he was doing already. After all, as much as he adored his some Gilbert, he didn't want Ludwig to become too awesome like his older brother.

Teaching such young minds had proved very challenging, but he always had enjoyed challenges. You could not yell at them for they would cry at a raised voice. They were very small and delicate so they could break easily from a small fall. They were energetic, but still needed a nap at least twice a day as the energy went quickly. Snack times were a must and if they complained about the lack of candy you were to ignore the puppy eyes and whines and just tell them nicely to eat their carrots and crackers. Story time was to be done before nap time and the book had to be very adventurous, though some what romantic for the younger females.

But the one thing that kept him on his toes the most was the fact that children were mischievous and easily lost interest in things. He didn't even want to think of how many times he had to keep a young Lovino from bullying his own brother or keeping one of the second grade helpers (like dear Miss Hungary) from conning a few of the younger minds into doing a few things.

Ah, that was another thing he had to deal with. It seemed the school itself had a certain plan with the second and third graders where groups of three were placed in charge in helping with teaching the young kindergarteners. At least four groups came in during the day. The first was before nap time, helping with the alphabet and teaching them to recognize certain things. The second group with after nap time and took control of teaching numbers and mathematics to the young minds. Finally the last two groups helped with watching the younger children after lunch to make sure that they didn't get into any trouble. This of course wasn't the greatest when certain people came to help. He personally had no problems with dear Austria or the young Spain helping out, but he was worried often when both France and his own son Prussia got it in their minds to do a few certain things to the younger generation.

Luckily the first day was over and he only had another 4 to go. It was noon time and Rome had finally come over, as promised, to help watch over the young ones while they waited for the helpers to show up after their lunch. Almost instantly the man had been swarmed and tackled to the ground by the young children. Germania had to hold off laughing as Rome shot him a mock pity look as both the young Canada and America joined in with climbing on the older man. Even the ever shy Iceland was joining in with the climbing on the great Roman Mountain-jiji.

Seeing the young children enjoy themselves made him happy. It made him think back on the times when he and Rome had been that young, though there were far fewer of them back then. Seeing his son happily laughing and rolling around with the young Feliciano made his heart soar. He knew he treated both Ludwig and Gilbert as though they were much older than they really would, but seeing the way his soon was now at least showed that Ludwig still allowed himself to be a child with the others.

"Hey dad! We're here!" spoke a voice from behind him and Germania finally noticed six young children behind him. He gave Gilbert a light hug, careful not to embarrass the boy in front of his friends before he spoke.

"It's good to know you children are on time." His eyes glanced at the group before him and mentally groaned. France, Spain, and Prussia had shown up for the third graders and it seemed England, Austria, and Sweden had shown up for the second graders. At least it wasn't the lad Russia nor did he have to deal with Sweden and Denmark fighting amongst the children. He'd have to watch England and France, but chances are both America and Canada would be good enough distractions for them. After all, all they had to do watch and play with the children until the rest of the school let out and then everyone would be going home.

Already some of the children had lost their interest in Mount-Jiji and had headed towards the older children. He watched as both America and Canada tackled their respective 'brothers' and how the young Lovino was careful to try and not look to excited to see Antonio. Prussia was already rolling on the ground in a mock fight his brother has Feliciano gave Austria a light hug before cheering his friend on. Even Sweden was playing with the young Iceland and Hong Kong, the rest of the children a bit afraid of him.

Rome suddenly plopping down near him broke his focus on the children. A light eyebrow rose up as he gazed in question at the other man. "Did they wear you out already old man?"

Rome gave a snort at first, his eyes closed as he leaned back on the couch he now occupied. Germania moved and sat down by his old friend as he spoke, "Nah, they'd never be able to wear me out that easily!" He said loudly, looking suddenly shiftily before learning towards the German, "though they are quite the bags of energy!"

Germania let a rare smile appear on his face as he relaxed, his eyes going back to focus on the young children. Already Prussia and Roma had lost interest in their fight and were working on sneaking up on the young Austria as he looked at North Italy's latest pictures.

"They are, aren't they? It's a pity that most of our friends are all gone. At least they are enjoying themselves now while they're so young."

"Hopefully they'll stay happy in the future and won't have to go through the hardships that we had to. Imagining my Feli-chan being so serious like you just breaks my heart," he joked back. Germania scowled lightly at the man.

"Are you saying I don't enjoy myself?"

"Of course not," he spoke as he gave a large laugh, wrapping his arm around Germania's shoulders and pulling him close, "I know you can enjoy yourself very much. But can an old man hope his grandchildren never have to grow up like us?"

He ignored the arm around him, having grown use to Rome's antics over the many years. His eyes though softened as he watched Roma trying his best to catch Italy's attention again. "No, it's not wrong. I hope the same for my sons. I would not wish such things on even my enemies."

Rome did not reply at all, giving Germania a light squeeze as he went to surveying the young children again. He watched with Germania as all the young ones went about their deeds with an air that spoke of how innocent and care free they all were. He knew, just like the blonde, that such wishes would only last so long. Eventually children had to grow up, but hopefully they never forgot their memories of these days. A life without joy was something no one should ever experience.