It's been way to long, and if you don't ship AusHun at all, even as a friendship, I'm sorry.
Confidently striding up to the front of the classroom Elizabeta pulled out her frying pan, holding it above her bag of other supplies.
"Today I will be teaching you how to wash windows, sweep and use household items for self-defense." As Elizabeta said the last section of her sentence she twirled casually, yet somehow still managing to make it look threatening.
Glaring at the two people who were the victims of her wrath the most often she smirked as they flinched away. Muffling a snicker she turned her gaze away from Gilbert and Francis.
To burn some time in case she talked to fast the Hungarian girl slowly led the class through how to properly clean windows. She made sure to emphasize that you had to wipe both sides of the window panes for the duller members of the class. After those instructions were over she switched over to how to sweep.
"Moving on from windows, here is the correct way to wield a broom." So Elizabeta began to show her fellow peers how to sweep the floor. There was such an abundance of dirt, trash and other things on the floor that it took her quite some time to get rid of it all. It appeared that the class had issues wiping their feet and tracked mud everywhere. As the Hungarian neared the end of that particular part of her speech the class shuddered. They all knew what was coming, and every single student was dreading it. That poor soul that she chose…
"Beginning a more potentially dangerous subject, I need a volunteer." Eyes trained on one person Elizabeta waited for him to raise his hand. Cringing Roderich daintily raised his arm, fingers twitching. It was easy to see that he was terrified, but he needed to force the Hungarian to hold up her end of the deal. They had promised each other to help with the other person's speech. If he didn't volunteer now he wouldn't be able to find any help for his own speech, and his grade would plummet.
Everyone else stared at his quivering hand in disbelief. How could Elizabeta be blackmailing him to make him voluntarily get beaten up by a frying pan in front of his peers?
As the Austrian delicately stood up and pushed in his chair, the eyes of the class following his every move. Nervously he made his way to his position a few feet away from Elizabeta. The majority of the time the Hungarian girl was the model of a perfect girl. Occasionally she modeled for dresses and shoes for extra money, and she was the picture-perfect house cleaner.
But when she was annoyed or angry an aura of dark energy would envelope her figure. As it materialized around her the aura almost never failed to petrify the people surrounding her. Even their teacher, who usually tried to shroud her emotions, was cowering in her chair as the aura started to appear. The cheeriness in Elizabeta's tone didn't at all match up to her intimidating stance.
Snickering as the Hungarian took a few warm up swings in her Austrian helper's direction Gilbert waited eagerly for Roderich to be beaten to a pulp. Stuck up aristocrat, he deserved it.
"Now, by twisting the handle of the pan like this you ensure that you get a good grip. Your swing should be strong and sure. In the case of self-defense your well-being always comes first. Rotate your hand so that the pan is vertical, then smoothly swing your hand horizontally in front of you, following through your stroke with your body. If your situation would better be solved if you incapacitated your attacker by giving them a headache or knocking the person unconscious then listen carefully to this next technique."
After she lightly and carefully demonstrated the last method on Roderich the Hungarian began to show the steps to the method that she had just described. Secretly she was glad that Roderich had followed through, if he hadn't then she would be in a tough spot.
Pleased that Elizabeta was going really easy on him the Austrian was relieved to find that he only had bruises and not more serious things. Realizing that at her current rate she was going to go over the time limit the Hungarian began to speak a bit faster. In her haste when she showed the move to the class she hit the Austrian a little too hard. After a few seconds Roderich slumped to the ground. Smiling awkwardly Elizabeta reassured the class.
"He'll be fine in a while, but on a side note does anyone have any Aleve?" Then quieter she mumbled, "Because when he wakes up he'll need it badly." Shaking herself out of that state of mind she continued addressing the class.
"Uh, I'll take him to the nurse now. Consider that a real live demonstration." Without another word she picked up her unconscious classmate and left the room.
As always reviews are appreciated. Also: missbirdeyhatss is having some technical difficulties. I am unsure of when she will be able to recover her files and send them to me. Sorry to those of you who were looking forward to her speeches.