I don't own anything. Written by M~

Let's get a few things down to help you. This has Hetalia characters that know they are countries. There are many ships, I believe a grand total of 7. We have three writers doing this who each have their own pairings to write about. Each chapter is following a different pairing so it doesn't get too confusing with the love triangle, square and rhombus? I think that's everything...

Francis was enjoying his time as a teacher at Hogwarts. Everybody listened to him, especially the young girls who would bend over backwards for him. He would thank the girls with a wink or a rose and they would continue to swoon over him. Everybody loved him except the other countries and a pair of red-headed twins. Fred and George Weasley were two pains in his side. They barely payed any attention to his class and they kept playing pranks. Kinda reminds me of me and Angleterre Francis thought. He figured he would grin and bear it with the twin since they weren't that bad looking.

One day Francis made the class a work period for his Magical Afftereffects class. He had a head-ache from dealing with the twins for so long so he just made it a work period. He sighed and rubbed his temples at his desk. He heard a cough and looked up to see one of the twin.

"Bonjour Monsieur Weasley. Est-ce que vous avez besoin quelque chose?" Francis said. He looked at the confused face of the ginger and realized he spoke french. "Sorry, do you need something?"

"Umm, yes professor. Do you have a rubber?" Fred, or as Francis thought it was Fred, asked innocently.

Francis smiled slyly and whispered in Fred's ear, "But of course mon cheri. I'm not exactly comfortable giving it right in front of the class. If you go into the closet in the back corner you should find one in a box, be careful."

Fred looked a bit perplexed that the teacher wouldn't give him an eraser but did as he was told. He started heading the the closet and was joined by George. They opened the door and found a small unmarked box. George opened the box and grabbed something out of it. They both looked in surprise at the condom that was in George's hand. They quickly put the box in the closet and gave a quick nod to each other. George to the condom and went in the hallway while Fred and went to grab Professor Bonnefoy.

"Is something the matter boys?" Francis asked.

"Yeah there is. We were wondering why you told Fred to get a condom," George stated.

"He asked for a ruuber, non? I was just telling him where to find one," Francis said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"I wanted an eraser not a condom!" Fred yelled at his professor.

Francis eyes narrowed. It was not his fault his student asked for an eraser but made it seem like he wanted a condom. He was also tired of the boys slacking off in his class.

"I'm quite tired of you boys not paying attention in my class. You are failing one of the easiest classes here. I will forget the condom and eraser miscommunication if you come for extra help starting tomorrow," Francis said.

"What if we don't show up?" George challenged. Francis was waiting for a comment like that.

"I heard your mother send very nice howler messages to her misbehaving children," the blonde said with a grin. The two looked taken aback at first then fear filled their face. The turned to each other then gave a nod.

"We'll show up if you forget about the erasers and condoms and don't send a letter to our mother," Fred said, glaring at the professor since he had to follow the request. They heard laughing so they turned around and saw Ron and his new friend, Arthur.

"Isn't it time that you two returned to class? Also Fred and George, I expect you two in my room for extra lessons starting tomorrow," the frenchman said to the twins. He started to walk away after giving the twins a wink and a very suggestive look. The twins quickly sped away as he saw their professor head back towards their poor brother and his friend. As they walked away, they realized they had to receive lessons with a pervert who did not say what they were going to receive lessons for. I hope we will last through the lessons both twin thought at the same time.

Also, according to my Scottish cousin, rubber is slang for condom. The french is translated already by France.