Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Winston Churchill, who happens to be my favorite Prime minster, like ever because not only was he dyslexic but because of what a bad ass he was. Anyways I don't own him
"I was, on the whole, considerably discouraged by my school days. It was not pleasant to feel oneself so completely outclassed and left behind at the beginning of the race." - Winston Churchill
After my first experience with Ms. Kirkland I didn't feel like crossing her again. In fear of what she would do in rage, and wanting to keep all my limbs, I decided that I shouldn't move from my spot. It was 15 minutes until class began (thanks, Nano). Of course, being the complete and utter genius I was, I left my fucking bag down at the shitty pay phone that didn't work. So I didn't have my little black notebook to write in to pass the time.
Yes, I know what you are fucking thinking. 'Hey, if you have dyslexia doesn't that mean you hate writing?' Well thank you asshole for the inconsiderate stereotype, but no, having dyslexia doesn't mean I hate to write. I mean some of us hate writing because they just simply are not good at it, like any other normal person, but not all of us hate the feeling of having a pencil between our fingers. I am not one of them. AND DON'T YOU THINK FOR A SECOND THAT WE ARE NO GOOD AT WRITING. Let us take a moment to look at some of the best more modern writers in the history of, like, ever. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Stephen J. Cannell, George Bernard Shaw, Richard Ford, Jules Vern, Avi, Han Christian Anderson, Octavia Butler and let us all not forget the best selling author of all time, the amazing, Agatha Christie. All of them have/had either dyslexia or ADHD/ADD. So just because I can't spell doesn't mean I don't like to write. (However I do prefer hand writing to typing, there is no little red squiggly line under your misspelled words there.)
Either way I ended up just sitting there for, like, 5 or 6 minutes trying to count the tiles in the floor and trying to amuse myself, forgetting the 'hero' who went off to get me an icepack, the perv who I pushed into the wall, the albino boy and the strange green eyed Spaniard who had made me blush. That was until all four of them burst through the door all talking and joking with each other so loudly that Ms. Kirkland and I both jumped about a foot. I swear I heard Ms. Kirkland say, 'Dear God, not them again,' before going back to what ever she was doing at her desk.
"You would think she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off the awesome me," the albino said.
"Yes, but she still prefers your cousin to you, Gil," the blond perv replied, finally naming the one who had admired me in the quartet. "Honestly, I would too. Your cousin has a certain… beauté et l'équilibre." Toni and Alfred (who was lacking the ice Ms. Kirkland sent him to get, I assume he got lost on the way to the nurses office) both laughed, but Gil shot him a dirty look
"No one cares who you would pick, Francis. Besides, I will win Elizabeta back." At this point he put his foot on the chair of a desk and brought his hand to his chest similar to the way Napoleon did.
"For the honor of my beautiful Prussia," he said. Francis laughed and patted him on the back.
"Good luck with trying to bring honor to your dead country mon ami." Gil turned to say something to Francis when Antonio finally noticed me.
"Mi Tomate!" he said excitedly, "Here you are! I've been looking for you." I felt myself groan. Of course the tomato bastard was back, of course. He walked over to my desk and set down my bag.
"You left in under the payphone," I looked up at him; he smiled his white smile. His teeth weren't quite perfect but they suited him, if that makes sense. "I thought you would need it, for class and all." I looked down immediately and muttered to the ground 'thank you,' only to be pulled into a bone crushing hug by Antonio once again.
"YOU ARE JUST TOO CUTE LOVI!" he said squeezing the life out of me yet again. I rolled my eyes at him, he was beginning to grow on me. In the way you can't help but smile and love a pain in the ass puppy when it curls up at your feet. Antonio was my annoying little puppy and as much as I hated to admit it he began to grow on me.
I spent the next 10 minutes writing, it was nothing special just continuing what I had started last night before I had fallen asleep. I was so focused and so completely immersed I ignored every person who walked in through the door and didn't notice as the desks around me began to fill up. I didn't even realize what time it was till Ms. Kirkland stood up in front of the class and said "Lovina!"
I jumped when she said my name. "I don't want to discourage you from writing but put it away. You can continue later." I nodded and put my book in my bag resisting the urge to bite her head off or to eat her stupid British face. She smiled at the rest of the class.
"I am Ms. Kirkland and I am your teacher for the next 6 weeks. Now before we take our assessment I think we should all get into our assigned seats and introduce each other. You may not like each other," she said looking directly at Alfred who was practically snarling at the boy who was sitting next to me in a trench coat. With a scarf on. In the summer. In June. In a school with no A.C. Yeah I found him just as weird as you probably do, but hey I'd rather him in a trench coat then in a Speedo, wouldn't you?
"But we will be spending the next six weeks with each other, so we might as well know each others' names and a little about one another." I felt the entire class roll their eyes and sink lower in their seats trying hard to imagine they were still at home in bed asleep like every other fucking teenager in the state yet some how we all ended up here.
"When we get to you say your name, your age, your grade and your favorite class. Who wants to go first?" Ms. Kirkland said. A blonde in the front's manicured hand with hot pink nail polish shot up in the air. Ms. Kirkland looked over at the blonde. Her expression changed like she wasn't quite sure of something, but she shook it off and called on the kid. They stood up and turned around showing the whole class their bright pink tank top and that this person in hot pink was in fact a boy.
"I'm like, Feliks Łukasiewicz. I am 18. I will be a senior in high school this year and my favorite class was, like totally, Home Ec!" He turned to the girl in a green sweater with shaggy short brown hair, who was sitting two seats from him "You should have seen the cute little skirt I made Leit! It was so cute. With the frills and the floral patterns and…" the girl sank lower in her seat trying to hide from the attention that had just been thrust upon her by the most flamboyant boy I had ever seen.
"Alright Feliks," Ms. Kirkland finally cut in, "why don't we let your friend Leit go?" Feliks sat down upset that he had been cut off but smiled at the girl next to him, who tried to sink down in her seat more so no one could see her. "Don't be shy Leit," Ms. Kirkland said.
"My name's not Leit," she said from where she was sitting "Feliks only calls me that because I was born in Lithuania, even though I was raised here in New York," she said and then sank lower in her desk hiding in her green sweater, "My name is Torin Laurinaitis. I am 17, and will be a senior in high school. My favorite class was philosophy, but my school decided to cut it due to the lack of funding." After she finished speaking she looked back for a second at the boy in the trench coat and let out a squeal. Ms. Kirkland didn't seem to notice it though.
"That's very unfortunate Torin," Ms. Kirkland said. She turned to the girl in a purple t-shirt with a black bob who was next to Torin, who I recognized as one of Feli and the potato bastard's best friends "Alright it's your turn." The girl bowed her head.
"Hello," she said "I am Sakura Honda. I am 17 and I will be a senior in high school when the school year beings. The class that is my favorite would have to be history…"
"No way!" Alfred shouted from his chair on the other side of the room, "Girls like history too?" Ms. Kirkland looked like she was about to murder the poor American.
"There will be no shouting out in my class young man. Now apologize to Sakura and take your turn." Alfred muttered sorry and Sakura nodded in acceptance.
"Alright," Alfred said standing up "I am Alfred F. Jones and I AM THE AMERICAN HERO!" I couldn't help but laugh with the rest of the class at the strange American boy. "I am 16 and will be a senior this year. And my favorite class, as you all know, is American history!"
"That's very good Alfred," Ms. Kirkland said, "Now sit down!" The boy sat faster than he could eat a triple cheese burger (and trust me, Maddie and I timed him) "Alright its your turn now," she said pointing to the Tomato bastard.
"HolamynameisAntonioFernandezCarriedo. Iam17yearsoldandwillbeasenior. Andmiclasefavoritaeraespañol." He said straight without taking one breath. I had to admit that kid's energy was boundless and long lasting even if he had had enough caffeine to kill a bull.
"Very good, Antonio," Ms. Kirkland said even though it was clear that she was completely confused and didn't understand what he had said. "Why don't we move on to the next person," she said looking next to Toni. It was the albino, Gil, as they had called him.
"I am the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, the last Prussian!" a few of the kids who seemed to know Gilbert groaned.
"Not that again," said a muscular boy in a black t-shirt with enough gel in his blonde hair to trap someone like a fly in amber. "Your not awesome Beilschmidt, and no one even knows what Prussia is anymore you fucking dumbass." Gilbert stood up and turned around.
"Prussia is still alive in those who remember it Mathias, you fuckweasel!" Gilbert shouted back. I had to say for the first time that whole day I was toughly entertained, however Ms. Kirkland, the great and mighty killer of fun, put an end to it by shouting "BOTH OF YOU SIT DOWN!" Both boys sat down silently, and Gilbert continued telling us about himself.
"Where was I? Oh yes, I am awesome. And I am 17 years old, will be a senior, and love gym," he said. Ms. Kirkland rolled her eyes, you could already see how much she had judged Antonio and his two friends. Next was that perv Francis' turn.
"Bonjour, Mlle Kirkland. I am Francis Bonnefoy. I am 18 years old and I shall also be a senior avec mes deux amis Gilbert et Antonio. And my favorite class was probably cooking. However I will definitely be enjoying your class." I swear I saw Ms. Kirkland shiver at his words.
"Very nice Francis," she turned and nodded to the girl sitting diagonal from me in a brown tank top with a green ribbon in her hair. I saw the side of her face from where I sat. She was pretty with green eyes like Antonio's, making me wonder for almost half a second if the two were in fact related. She was pretty, very pretty, very very pretty. The kind of pretty that made everyone around her seem unpretty and imperfect. I decided there and then I hated her.
"I'm Bella Manon," she said smiling a big perfect toothy grin. It was disgusting. "I am 16. Well actually I am just 15 for now, since my birthdays in 26 days on the 21st of July." I looked at her annoyed, she had the same birthday as Maddie. "I will be a junior this up coming school year." We were the same age. Only one thing came to mind when she said that, Ew. "And my favorite class is English or Writing I suppose." That answer struck a cord with me.
Do you ever overhear the person whom you hate say that they love the class you love and it kind of ruins that class for you for the rest of your entire life? Well, that's how I felt at the moment. Of course little miss perfect Bella would love English. Who wouldn't? The English language is an amazing thing. I know because of my dyslexia some days it is my best friend but other days it is the closest thing to an archenemy I have (well besides stairs and the vicious dog in my neighborhood who likes to chase me to the ends of the earth when I walk anywhere within an 8 mile radius of his house). But using simply letters you can paint pictures more beautiful then Feli's, you can change the world and destroy it, you can break hearts and then mend them again, you can save lives and end them as well. No one realizes the true power that writers have or carry. That is why I love writing and why I love English. Bella saying that made me wonder if I had just judged her and let my preconceived notions get in the way of everything. Or if she was just as stupid as I thought and she just liked English because she didn't have anything else to say. I will tell you now, I was wrong about my first impression of her.
The next person to go after Bella was a studious looking blonde boy with glasses and a light brown t-shirt that seems several sizes to big for his skinny frame.
"I am Eduard Von Bock." he said " I am 16 and will be a Junior in high school. And my favorite class was DDP until the school decided to cut it from the curriculum just like the philosophy class Torin loves," he said turning to face the trench coat kid, just like Torin. And turned around just as fast with his hands in his lap looking at the floor silently.
"That's very unfortunate Eduard…"
The girl next to Eduard spoke before Ms. Kirkland had a chance to ask her to; she just wanted to get the talking over with.
"My name is Luce Bondevik." She said tucking a piece of her waist length platinum blonde hair into a dark blue hat that matched the sailor suit she had decided to wear that day. "I am17 years old. I will be a senior this year. My favorite class is physics." she stayed silent for a second then spoke again, "And no, I do not like to be called Norge as Mathias, who is my cousin's boyfriend's cousin, thinks and happens to believe that he is something more in my life then that…"
"You know that's not true, Norge. You are in love with me, just admit it now, and call me your boyfriend," said the boy with the spiked hair who must have been Mathias. His outburst didn't faze Luce.
"…even though he is so convinced I am. Honestly, please just call me Luke." Ms. Kirkland nodded and turned to me. She gave me a friendly smile and a look as if she wanted me to be on her good side again, but I don't forgive so easily.
"My name is Lovina Vargas. I am 16. I will be a junior in high school next year and my Favorite class is creative expressions and writing." Ms. Kirkland smiled at me again and then turned to the boy in the trench coat.
"I am Ivan Braginski. I am 19 years old. I am a senior in high school. And my favorite class is lunch, with all the yummy food and all of my good friends…" At the mention of friends it was as it someone had poked Torin, Eduard and the poor boy who seemed to have a permanent look of terror stuck on his face, who sat on the other side of Ivan, at the same time making them all jump. Ivan turned and smiled at the poor boy in maroon with the look of terror who was next to him.
"I believe its your turn now Raivis, da?" he said. The smaller boy nodded about three dozen times and then nervously spoke.
"My name is Raivis. Raivis Galante. I am 15 and will be a sophomore in high school. And… and…" he looked over at Ivan and then cowered in fear, "I like lunch too," he said, practically in tears from fear. Whatever grip Ivan had on those three, I didn't like it, and I would do something about it. Again Ms. Kirkland didn't notice and just kept going.
"And now you are the last one," she said to the blonde hair gel boy Mathias, who both Gilbert and Luke had fought with only minutes before.
"My name is Mathias Køhler," he said standing up in his seat "I am 18, I will be a senior, my favorite class is gym, and I want you all to bear witness to this vow. I will get Luce Bondevik to admit that she loves me and go out on a date with me!" Luke snorted and leaned back in her desk.
"Good luck with that you moron," she said. And with that Mathias sat down. Ms. Kirkland turned and walked back to her desk, picking up a pile of papers.
"Now for the assigned seats," she said. Everyone groaned and sighed but we all reluctantly grabbed our stuff and moved to the front of the room. As she gave us our seats she handed out a test to each of us. This is how she had us sit from left to right. In the first row it was Luce, Francis, Bella and then Antonio in the seat closest to the door. In the second row was Mathias (who to his pleasure and Luke's horror ended up behind her again) Eduard, Ivan, and then poor little Raivis who was still scared to death of Ivan. In the third row was me, Gilbert, Torin, and then last the flamboyant Feliks. Then in the last row sat Alfred and poor sweet Sakura who now had to put up with all of Alfred's hero babbling. Ms. Kirkland had said the test was so she could 'see how much of the material she would need to recover or what we all already knew,' but honestly it was ridiculously easy. It was 50 questions in each subject I had taken this year: geometry, physics, world history and 10th grade English. It was about 50 questions in each and in both the world history and English parts required essays at the end. It was honestly easier then all of my final exams put together, not that I studied for those either. But that's how it was, my first 5 hours in that classroom. With only the introductions to the students in the class I could tell I would like most of them. And I was happy I did, because in the end everyone bonds with people who are like them. And this class of strangers that one day was a band of misfits; a happy band of misfits by the end of that summer. And those happy misfits led me right to happiness and to Antonio.
Spain- Antonio Fernandez Carriedo- 17 Senior
Belgium- Bella Manon- 15 (will be 16 during the course of this story)- Junior
France- Francis Bonnefoy- 18- Senior
Prussia- Gilbert Beilschmidt- 17- Senior
Denmark- Mathias Køhler- 18- Senior
Japan- Honda Sakura-17- Senior
America- Alfred F. Jones- 16 (will be 17 in the course of this story)- Senior
South Italy- Lovina Vargas- 16- Junior
Russia- Ivan Braginski- 19- Senior
Estonia- Eduard von Bock-16- Junior
Latvia- Raivis Galante- 15- Sophomore
Lithuania- Torin Laurinaitis- 17- Senior
Poland- Feliks Łukasiewicz-18- Senior
Norway- Luce Bondevik- 17- Senior
Just so you all know Antonio, Bella, Francis, Gilbert, and Mathias all go to the same school. Sakura, Alfred, and Lovina all go to the same school. And Luce, Ivan, Eduard, Raivis, Feliks, Torin, and Ivan all go to school together.
Hey guys! Sorry I like vanished off the face of the earth for a month. Hell week came like three weeks early this year and when ever I wasn't at rehearsal I was asleep or reading. Then came all the AP Euro work that I neglected all summer. Yep, I am a massive procrastinator. So again I'm sorry for neglecting this story for a month and I will try better to update this story and work on part 2 and 3 of Mr. Brightside but I am also taking a shit ton of hard and advance classes this year so... no promises. Also if you are wondering why Bella's birthday is the twenty-first of July according to the internet that is the Belgium independence day. And by that logic me and Belarus share a birthday... well then...
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I will try to get you Chapter 5 soon.
KEEP BEING AWESOME!
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