Hello everyone! -Tori

Full Summary: Hetalia Academy has yet to explode from all the different ethnicities that it houses, but all is not as calm as it appears either. Antonio is the star soccer player on the championship team, currently dating a boy; Alfred a scholarship student and Arthur's relationship is blooming slowly but surely; Heracles and Sadik are about to start playing games with some freshmen hearts; And while Ivan let Elizabeta escape with her life - if not her camera - will that stop the yaoi enthusiast from complicating all thier lives?

Author's Note: This chapter starts before the other one ends, but just very briefly.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia (Axis, World Series or otherwise) they belong to Himaruya, which is fine, because he's awesome.

Warnings: GuyxGuy, mentions of GirlxGirl, don't like? don't read. Otherwise just Hetalia crack induced insanity~

Afterschool Monday: Cooking Club: Tino

"Please I do not feel well today, do not make me cook. Where is zat cute little Italian freshman, 'e can show you 'ow to make pasta today. Or Sadik can show you 'ow to cook Kofte or Kebabs per'aps." The Parisian's eyes were circular, shimmering with unshed tears. I did feel bad for the man. Honestly I did, but he was the only senior member available today. I knew cooking club was going to be a bad idea. But I want to make Berwald something special, I don't know anything other than some cabbage and sausage dishes. What am I supposed to do? Where's the teacher, they're supposed to deal with these things right?

"Sadik is in the disciplinary office; apparently he had an outburst in class. And it's Monday so Feli is in the art room." He really looked miserable. He's the biggest player in the school, what's the big deal over one girl?

"You do not understand Tino. 'ave you ever been in love?" He looked me in the eye, and I was hard pressed to deny that it was genuine sorrow. My cheeks heated up and I knew they were pink.

"I have been-"

"And 'ave you ever been denied by zat love?" His hand gripped my forearm and I decided that he was being over the top. It's all an act, it always is.

"Let go Francis. If you're not up to cooking then why did you come here?" My arm was released and he drooped over like a wilting flower, hands in his lap and face to the floor.

"Tonio and Gil made me come, sinking zat cooking would be good for me. 'Ow could they be so cruel? Isn't my pain important to zem?"

What am I suppose to do with this guy? I sighed, "They're both on the football team and practices just started up again. I'm sure they care, but they have their own responsibilities. They did their best by bringing you here so at least you wouldn't be alone. Why don't you teach us something? Take your mind off your broken heart and I'll walk over to the field when we're done. Okay?" He lifted his head, eyes still shimmering. The eyes of a dozen girls were on us, they had all been too nervous to talk to him making the whole situation surreal. Francis was a welcoming sort of person that made a stranger feel like they had known him for years. I'd chalk it up to his charm, but today he was fresh out of that trait and it made the his usual congregation of girls inch away.

"I suppose you are right Tino. Is zere somesing zat you would like to learn to make? Per'aps for your special someone? Since I have not one of my own I would be 'appy to 'elp you with yours." He stood up and grabbed an apron.

"Well everything is set up to demonstrate the Pot-au-feu, so let's just make it easy on everyone." He started getting everything together, collecting all the bowls and ingredients and utensils himself. He put the finished one in the oven so it would be warm when he got done with the demonstration. The meat had to be cooked for hours so it was just a demonstration today.

When he cooked on a good day he was all smiles and flirty quips, complete with flamboyant hand gestures. It seemed like magic, like a TV chef or something. The difference between TV and Francis though was he would ask for someone to help him do this or that, have them come and measure the ingredients, stir something, kneed something else. In fact now that I thought about it, he taught the most and cooked the least out of the senior members. Obviously not because he couldn't do it himself, since he was doing a perfect job on his own. No today that difference was gone: Not once had he asked for assistance, and his instructions were dry like they had come off a recipe card. It looked beautiful and delicious, but I was glad that he didn't get his heart broken very often.

"And zere you 'ave it, a Pot-au-feu fit for any queen or king." He even went so far as to serve the dish on his own. Arranged and decorated and beautiful like the way he taught everyone – for food was an art – but again I got the feeling I was watching a TV and not standing in the room with the man.

Congratulations abounded for him, but I don't think he heard any of them. He walked over to his books and started copying something down. Some of the girls whispered to each other trying to decide whether someone should go and talk to him or leave him alone. It was unanimous though, leave him be. No one knew what to say, and I had to go and tell him I'd walk him over to the field.

I was shocked at how good it tasted. It was hard to believe that a student could cook this good. But the senior members never ceased to amaze. With all the time Francis spent flirting it was incredible that he had time for anything else, let alone learn how to cook like a professional. Sadik was terrifying any other time of the day and I always expected him to bite everyone's head off when he taught, but he was pretty patient. Twice as surprising he was an excellent cook too. And Yao, while no longer a student, was just in town at the university and he had already taken the time to stop in twice to lead meals. He was the worst teacher out of the three, always yelling and saying 'aiyah' and 'aru' and threatening people with a wok. But he taught the most diverse dishes.

Some students took pity on Francis and cleaned up for him, washing the dishes and putting stuff away. There was less mess today than any other time I remembered him cooking. When everyone else had left I picked up my books and approached Francis. "Shall we go?" I tried to smile friendly even though at the moment I just wanted to frown at his depressed state.

"Oui," he stood with books in hand. We locked up as we left the kitchen and then walked towards the field in relative silence. The few times I tried to start a conversation had been completely one-sided. I finally gave up and thanked my lucky stars that the damn thing was close. "'Ere, Berwald should appreciate any of zese desserts. Zere's also a pancake recipe, but zese are for dinner and should be cooked with meat and such. Tell 'im I say hi please." He handed me recipes for ostkaka, klappgröt, kringla, and pancakes. "You should be able to make any of zem with relative ease, my number is at the bottom zough if you need anysing, but I tried to include notes zat I zought might 'elp you." He offered a small smile and then walked over to the bleachers to join some others that had come out to watch the team practice. I guess he's not so bad.

(I took the food from wiki cuisine pages for that country, so if I got something wrong or if you think a different dish would have been a better choice let me know~)
Kofte – Lamb meatballs, which are sometimes served as a kebab - Turkish
Kebabs – generally referring to food on a stick, however in the middle east it refers to how it is cooked on a stick though not always served that way - Turkish
Pot-au-feu – beef stew - French
Oui – yes – French
Ostkaka – a Swedish cheesecake, or curdcake - Swedish
Klappgröt – a whipped pudding, or like a porridge-pudding dish - Swedish
Kringla – a cookie - Swedish/Norwegian
Pancakes – to Americans (for the most part) I'm guessing that unless you have a 'breakfast-dinner' night the idea of having pancakes for dinner is a bit different. (I feel like I'm getting this wrong but…) In Sweden it's commonly eaten with soup, so it's kind of like a bread or cracker side in that respect.

A/N: France and Turkey and China are in the Academy Gourmet Food Club (according to the wiki site according to volume 4 which may never be in english because Tokyopop died a horrible death before its time) so that's how they ended up there. Italy's in this club because he's always talking about making food in the series (America is not because he only thinks about eating food.)

I tried to hint at the accents, but let me know if I failed, because if so then I'll stop. If you would like to correct spelling, grammar, language use, feel free. Any and all constructive criticism is appreciated! Also reviews would be rewarded with internet cookies ;D

Thank you for reading! -Tori