Hetalia Academy

by PastaStalker

You go to a new school with sexy countries. Not much else to say here. Reader x England, Reader x America, Reader x France, Reader x China, Reader x Russia, Reader x Japan, Reader x Germany, Reader x Italy, and Reader x World (the other countries). Rating may change depending on what happens in the later chapters, hehe matureness. Review, favorite, and follow! O/O

2. French with Bonnefoy

Hetalia Academy

Chapter 2

Your next class was with Mr. Francis Bonnefoy. He taught French.

You had never taken French before coming here, your old school didn't have a foreign language course. However, you thought it was a nice change and looked forward to speaking French, it was, after all, one of your favorite countries and you had always dreamed of traveling there.

Once again you walked to your class, a teensy bit early, about fifteen minutes to be exact, in hopes that your French teacher was nice and would possibly get to know him a little before the class began. Popping your head in, you spot a very attractive man (emphasis on very) with medium length blonde hair—wait, that wasn't right. His hair was like the rays of the sun, golden and warming your very being. His golden hair was pulled up in a small pony tail with a silky black ribbon, you didn't know how he did it, you tried tying up your hair in a ribbon and it never worked. His eyes were violet, something so beautiful it made butterflies appear in your stomach. He was tall and toned, and had the most amazing smile. He was like a fallen angel.

"Ohonhonhon~" A smooth voice with a French accent broke through your daydreams. "Il semble que vous êtes le nouvel élève, oui? Mon petit rouge-gorge~" (Translation: It seems as though you're the new student, yes? My little robin~)

You didn't know what the hell he was saying, but whatever it was sent chills down your spine.

"Y-yes, I am. My name's _." You stutter as the gorgeous man struts towards you.

"My name is Mister Bonnefoy, but you can call me anything you want." You blush as he says this sputtering out more words and then Bonnefoy puts a finger to your lips. You squeak.

"Oh, si j'avais les ovaires, ils seraient explosent de votre gentillesse!~" he purrs in your ear. (Translation: Oh, if I had ovaries, they'd be exploding from your cuteness!~)

"M-mister Bonnefoy, s-sir. I don't t-think I-I should be here…" Your legs began to feel weak, oh you were so vulnerable around these sexy teachers!

"_, you don't need to worry." That was the first time he said your name and you loved the way it rolled of his tongue, you didn't know it, but he loved it too. "I will be very gentle."

"W-WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU WANKER!?" A British voice booms from behind you. "Get away from the student!"

You whirl around to find your lips "accidentally" smash against Arthur Kirkland's.