Copyright: Characters© Hidekaz Himaruya, Story© Me

Summary: he characters of Hetalia face danger in the World W Academy. Ivan, a teacher gone mad starts attacking the students who stay after school the Friday before Spring Break. What will happen? AU USUK Character deaths

Chapter Four

A sound like thunder erupted through the hallways of the High School followed by a loud thud and a shout. Inside the rain drenched school you could see a group of students standing in mortification, staring at a comrade who had fallen upon his face with a bundle of person below him with a bullet wound seeping blood onto his school uniform through his fancy, blue jacket and crisp, white dress shirt. The mass below the person was shouting in shock and yelling in Finnish. No one knew what the distressed boy was shouting about, but as he crawled out from under his companion everyone could understand exactly what he was shouting. Tears were streaming down Tino's face as he flipped over his Swedish friend. He started shaking him, still screaming.

Berwald's face was calm and relaxed and for once all the intimidation was gone. A soft, loving look was all that anyone could see. It was shocking. No matter how hard the Senior had tried before he always looked wickedly horrifying. Everyone always wondered why Tino hung out with him, but now they could see why.

The blue-eyed teen reached up and put a hand on the Fin's shoulder. He started talking to the other in Swedish. Tino yelled at him with fear and sadness stretching its way across his face. The tall blond teen's hand moved from the other's shoulder to his cheek as the Finnish boy kept insisting something, begging something. Berwald interrupted him quietly with a few words. The other boy's face flushed and more tears escaped his eyes. He sobbed loudly and clung tightly to the Swedish teen and muttered something back in Finnish. Berwald guided him with one hand up to his face and gave him a gentle kiss.

Everyone was shocked, they had all known the pair to be close, but that close? Who would have thought it?(Certainly not them.) Mr. Braginski watched with a devastated expression. His face had fallen completely and he watched with wide violet eyes, his mouth moving as if he had something to say. When the Swedish teen stopped responding Tino was yelling louder at him. The teen collapsed on the other with loud, aching sobs. The teacher walked over silently as the Finnish teen carried on. He seemed possessed as he moved or as if he wasn't really there. The man lifted the gun a little so that it pointed at Tino and fired. The teen's sobs cut off in a horrid gurgling sound. He had missed the boy's head and shot through his throat. The man's hand shook and he shot the teen again in the head, seeming almost remorseful.

Alfred stood out in front of the group with wide horrified eyes. Arthur walked silently up behind him, completely and utterly pale. His footsteps had shattered the silence and whatever was possessing the Russian. Mr. Braginski blinked turned slowly around to face the group of teens. "Do you see what you make me do?" The man sighed. "Now be a good boy and hold still." He stalked over to the blond and smirked down at him. The violet eyed teacher leaned down and whispered into his ear. "You know who I am da?"

"Y-you're um... you're Mr. Braginski... the AP World History teacher..." Alfred replied hesitantly.

"No. You might not remember it though since it was years ago... But I'm your father. Not you're real one since your mother fell that sick fuck you call a father's charms, but she was married to me," the teacher breathed, the stench of alcohol flowing all over the American causing all the hairs on the back of his neck to prickle. The teen stiffened a bit. The man's sick laughter rang through the air. "and I'm also the man that killed her."

The boy's blood turned to ice. "Wha... What?" he whispered.

"Don't be stupid da? I know you remember the... accident," the man whispered. He raised the gun to Alfred's head.

Alfred stared at him wide eyed. Hell, he remembered what the man was talking about. He remembered it too well for his liking.

When he was living with his mother Alfred had moved from town to town, city to city, school to school. The longest they ever stayed in one place was five months when they moved up by the Canadian border. The boy had always asked why he couldn't stay with his friends, but his mother always brushed him off with an "I'll tell you when you're older." He insisted every time they moved that she tell him, and when he was eight, the day of the accident, he was close to finding out. He often believed that his curiosity was what caused it.

When he was climbing the large concrete staircase leading up to the floor he lived on after school, Alfred ran into a man. He wore a large black trench coat that shockingly fit snugly to his broad shoulders and a long pinkish scarf that went up over his nose. The man wore a black fedora on his head that shaded his eyes and distorted the color of them and cover most of his tannish blond hair.

He had been leaving the boy's floor and blocked the way up the stairs when he spotted the dirty blond child with an annoying cowlick which stood up like a soldier, unyielding to his mother's constant fiddling every morning.(Even super glue had not suppressed the sucker. If anything it made it collect more hairs for it's defiant little army.) He stared wide-eyed at the stranger for a bit before showing him a toothy grin. "Hello," Alfred greeted, "Who are you? I've never seen you around here before."

"Ivan," the man muttered.

"You have a funny accent. Where are you from?" the boy asked curiously, tilting his head to the side as he did so.

"Russia," the stranger muttered. He appeared to be trying to stare the child into oblivion, but the naïve boy didn't notice.

"Oh Russia? I heard that place is horrible. No wonder you came here. America is so much awesomer," the little boy replied, scrunching up his nose in a slightly disgusted manner. "Are you moving in the room across the hall?"

Ivan raised an eyebrow but nodded.

"Cool. It's been empty for months. It'll be nice to have a neighbor there again," the boy nodded back. They stood in silence for a minute. "Um... Do you want to come back to my room?"

"Do you often offer to bring strangers to your room?" the man asked in his gruff accent.

"No, but Mommy told me that if anyone moved into that room and became our new neighbor to treat them nicely," Alfred informed him with a little shrug.

"I see," Ivan nodded.

Alfred grabbed his hand and started leading him to his room. They sat in the apartment for an hour before Alfred's mother came home, and when she did, she froze in the door. The boy had been talking animatedly about Batman to Ivan, but stopped when he saw his mom. He ran over to her and hugged her in greeting. "Mommy look! This is Ivan he's our new neighbor!" the boy exclaimed.

"That... That's lovely Alfred... Why... Why don't you go to your room and play with your toys for a bit? I'd like to speak to Ivan for a minute," his mother said with a wry smile. She was a tall, thin woman with long, pale, brown hair which was quickly turning a silvery white put up in a bun and had wide blue-grey eyes behind slightly triangular frames.

Alfred had nodded and left his room. He started playing happily until he heard crashing noises. The boy looked up and then climbed off of his bed and opened his door. His mother was shouting at Ivan and the man growled something back then stormed out. The little American walked out of his room and went over to his mother who was sobbing. When he hugged her she choked out, "We have to go again, Sweetie."

The boy stared at her with wide confused eyes. "Why?" he asked.

"I'll... I'll tell you in the car, please Alfred just go pack up and quickly," his mother insisted.

"Okay mommy," the boy nodded. He had become quickly skilled in the practice of packing and had his room stored away in ten minutes. When he walked out he helped his mother finish packing then they brought everything downstairs and to the car. Alfred went and sat behind the passenger seat and waited as his mom went back inside and explained that they were leaving the complex and to turn in the keys. After that was over his mother got in the car and drove out of the parking lot in silence. Then she looked over at her son.

"Alfred... This'll be hard to explain, but that man was-" she started. Alfred had been staring out the front window as she spoke. Right when she started they turned a corner. On the other end of the street they ended up on was a large black SUV looming ominously and not moving, he figured it had broken down until it turned and started coming down their lane, head on. His mother had gone silent immediately and honked her horn to try and get the person driving's attention. They kept going though and sped up. The American's mother started to swerve to avoid it, but the car got in the way again and as the cars grew closer Alfred saw Ivan smirking in the driver's seat of the other car. The man's large car sped up once more and slammed into Alfred and his mother's small one. There was an eruption of noise; the crumpling of metal and the shattering of glass. The world itself seemed to be falling apart around Alfred as there was a horrible cracking and squealing sound. The cars miraculously kept going until they were pushed into traffic and another car T-boned at the driver's door of his mother's car.

Alfred started screaming and wailing once he was over the initial shock. Soon there was the screeching of brakes all around him and the cars all stopped. The boy didn't know what to do. All he knew was that he wanted to get out of the car which was becoming stained with his and his mother's blood. He flailed with the seat belt for a moment and then scrambled to the door and unlocked it. Right as he did so a man opened the door and Alfred came spilling out, hitting his head on the asphalt, causing everything to go dark.

Alfred's mother been covered in a rain of glass and stabbed by blazing hot shards of metal. She had been stuck in the car with a broken arm, head trauma, and had bled to death before the ambulance had arrived Alfred had been told when he awoke in the hospital the next day. After years Ivan had never been found and the boy had gone to go live with his father, step-mother, and step-brother up in Canada for a while before he was dragged back down for schooling again.

He hadn't been able to breath every time he spotted Mr. Braginski his first year of High School because of some haunting feeling in the back of his mind that was always nagging at him to run. He had pushed the incident, the thoughts, and the feelings to the back of his mind though, did the best to forget it and his mother so that the images and horror would never come back, but here they were. God how he wished that he had remembered then none of this would have happened.

The teen stared at Ivan worriedly when the man pulled back with a smirk. The grin faltered though when he saw the other's eyes. "Emily?" he whispered. Those ferocious eyes suddenly turned loving and he caressed Alfred's face with the barrel of his gun. "Don't worry. I'm just going to save you..." he whispered. The barrel stopped and rested between the American's eyes. His finger tightened on the trigger, but before he could fire, Arthur tackled the Freshman to the ground.

Mr. Braginski growled in frustration and aimed at the Englishman who stared back in terror. Arthur threw his arms tightly around Alfred and pressed his lips to the other's, whispering a quick, "I think I love you." before the teacher pulled the trigger.

A/N

Sorry if there are editing mistakes and the like. I also apologize for killing Tino and Berwald so early, but I really have no idea how to write for them. I personally think it's kinda an awkward pairing, but I still ship it so *shrug*.

But yeah back to the editing thing. I was at Ikki Con in Austin, Texas with my England and Prussia(who kept getting things from Shizu-chans like free ramune and a Gilbird whenever we left her alone. It was also our first time meeting her in real life which was epic... cept she trolled me the whole time and had me pinned to the floor adn tickled me till I wanted to eg her to just kill me cause it was so horrible *most ticklish person in the world, ticklish everywhere even on entire head*) and I had the traumatic experience of getting dragged into a cosplay picture with a bunch of random Hetalian which was kinda a funny story. I had bought ramune and then when I turn around someone said "We need more Hetalians for our picture" and then a Russia spotted me and hugged me and started telling me to join the picture. Apparently my freaked out face is hilarious. If you can't tell, which you probably can't I'm an America and hate Russia... and France... but mainly Russia. For any of you that went, which I doubt any of you who read this went, I was carrying around a huge pikachu.

Sorry for getting updates out so slowly and sorry that I kinda threw a chunk of background in there. I am writing a story with my actual characters which is based off of this, and I wanted to get that part planned out.

YES AND NO TO ALFRED'S MOTHER BEING AN OC. I MADE HER UP ON THE SPOT CAUSE HONEY BADGER DON GIVE A SHIT AND GUESS WHO'S THE HONEY BADGER... I've been saying that too much recently...

Also I know awesomer isn't a word, but Al's a kid at that point so he doesn't.