Copyrights: Story© Me, Characters© Hidekaz Himaruya

Summary: Rewritten and actually edited version. The 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

I apologize in advance for the low quality of this chapter you see, I was up unti 6 AM roleplaying. Then I realized the time. I have a livestream to watch at 10 AM, so I decided I'd stay up and work on my story until then, so I was half asleep doing this.

Chapter Five

There was a click and silence. Alfred was staring at Arthur wide-eyed up until that. His eyes flicked up to Ivan who cursed. The man searched his pockets for ammo, but found none. The students knew what was going on. He was powerless now, and it gave them all a burst of strength and courage. All of them started advancing towards the teacher besides the Feliciano, Arthur, Alfred, and Francis.

The teacher looked at them wearily then turned, backing up slowly before turning tail ran away. The boys stood for a moment before shouting after him, releasing their anger and sorrow in harsh words and jeers. All but Alfred and Arthur took no part in the insulting. The American was staring up at the Englishman. The Sophomore laughed once weakly.

"Y-you love me?" the younger blond asked.

Arthur's face flushed, and he pushed himself off of Alfred after swallowing harshly. He stood staring at the American with his hands clenched for a few seconds before turning his back on the other and crossing his arms. "O-of course not, git," he stuttered with his head tilted up in a snooty fashion. His gaze then slid in the other's direction, and he glanced at him over his shoulder and huffed, "But that doesn't mean I should go around letting you get killed. I am Student Council President, everything that transpires here is my responsibility since," he swallowed again, "since there are no longer teachers to help keep you prats in line."

The Freshman stared up at him and frowned. "Yeah... Sorry," he sighed. Arthur was responsible for everyone. Right... Though it all seemed painfully like the American's fault, and that he should be responsible not Arthur, he didn't say anything. "But you kissed me," he pouted, "and I heard you say it."

Francis had yelled one thing in French at the Russian teacher before turning to watch Arthur and Alfred with a smirk. The others were starting to cease at this point as well, and all eyes slowly started turning to each other or to the pair on the ground.

The English student noticed and flushed even redder. "I fell on you—that kiss was an accident if you even want to call it that—and you must have only been hearing what you wanted too!" he snapped.

"Oh..." Alfred muttered, his gaze dropping to the ground. He pushed himself to his feet. The Brit felt a sharp pang of sorrow and opened his mouth to speak, but he cut himself off as the American raised his head with a huge grin. "Either way, we need to try and find a way out right?"

"Right," Arthur nodded, a little shocked and disappointed. The Freshman pushed past him and started heading in the direction of the fine arts hall. They had walked in silence for about two minutes when they heard a loud clang. The sound of metal hitting tiles. They could faintly hear the rushing of water. The group froze. Lovino clung tightly to the Spaniard next to him, and Feliciano started whimpering and holding tightly to the German beside him.

They stood in silence filled only with the faint noise of the water. Soon, they heard footsteps walking meticulously slow towards them. He knew where they were, and he was coming. They had all concluded that and in a burst of chaos, scattered. Each ran in different directions, most running away from Alfred. All of them ran down different halls, all avoided the one the sound came from.

When the chaos among the few there erupted, Arthur looked around for Alfred. The other was already out of sight, so the Student Council President had run into the nearest room, namely the Band Hall. He was about to close the door when Francis ran in behind him and tried to slam the door shut, but it caught on Arthur's shoe. The Englishman winced. He had shoved his foot in the way to keep the noise down. After a second he recovered his composure, raised a finger to his lips, and pulled his foot back. They then closed the door quietly. The pair of relatives had quickly pressed their backs against the door. Their heart beats were drumming in their ears and their blood was rushing violently. Each stared at the window beside their heads in horror as they heard footsteps approaching. It didn't sound right though, it was as if they were coming from within the room.

Blue and green eyes slid from the window to before themselves to see Mr. Edlestein, one of the band directors staring at them, an eyebrow raised. He was dressed in a fine purple suit, with white undershirt, and a black tie. The Austrian man's hair was slicked cleanly back with a signature curl upon his head. "What do you two think you are doing here, let alone this late?" he asked in his germanic accent.

The Frenchman and Brit began speaking over each other in hushed tones. Each spilling the story in a different fashion. Then they argued over who should speak and were about to start smacking each other when the teacher interrupted.

"Shut up won't you?" the aristocratic man frowned. "One at a time! I can't understand a word you're saying."

There was a cry from down the hall and Arthur and Francis paled. "Mr. Braginski's gone batshit," the Englishman summed.

"I expected better language from you Mr. Kirkland, and what do you mean he's gone 'batshit?'" Mr. Edlestein asked.

"He's going around killing people. First Mr. Vargas, then all the office staff—or maybe he killed them before Mr. Vargas, Berwald, and Tino. He's almost killed Alfred, but he ran out of bullets, and on top of that the bugger is smashed!" Arthur exclaimed, then he grew pale. Alfred. That cry, was it him? Was the American being slaughtered while they sat blissfully hidden talking to a teacher, someone with the potential to protect or save them?

The Austrian stared at them with a dumbstruck expression for a moment then frowned. "You are being ridiculous. He couldn't have done that." By the time the man had stopped talking, the green eyed teen had whipped around and was fumbling for the door. Francis noticed and started pulling him back.

"Let me go you wanking, whorish frog!" he snapped, trying to punch the other. The other Sophomore stumbled back and away from him.

"Kirkland!" the teacher snapped.

The addressed student didn't care, he threw the door open. "Alfred?" He called. Silence answered. "Alfred?" Arthur snapped once more. The Freshman came stumbling from around a corner with Braginski stumbling behind him. The Englishman paled and threw the door open wider for the American teen. Alfred stumbled inside and helped the Sophomore tug the door shut. They were so close to shutting it when a metal pipe caught the edge of the door and threw it open, out of the teen's grasps.

The tall, postal teacher stalked into the room. The two blonds at the door began backing up. Francis started whimpering, hiding behind the teacher. Mr. Edlestein spotted the blood splatter upon the other teacher. "Mr. Braginski what is the meaning of this?" he demanded, pulling the pair of blonds back against him.

Sickly sweet was the smile on his face as the other spoke. "I'm settling something Roderich. Please, release the children," he requested sweetly.

"Not until you sober up. You reek of alcohol. Really, how much have you drank? And when was the last time you washed that scarf? It is coated in dirt and covered in holes. Let me have that thing, so I can patch it up for you, really," the Austrian became to nag.

When Mr. Edlestein suggested he take off the scarf, something appeared to have snapped in Russian teacher. His gaze turned hateful. The smile on his lips widened, and he raised the pipe. "How about you shut your fucking mouth da?" with that he swung down.

Mr. Edlestein pushed Alfred and Arthur out of the way, stumbling enough out of the way to not be hit. Francis however was not so lucky. The pipe came crashing down on his head with a terrifying crack, and he fell, unconscious. This terrifying damage however was not enough for the History teacher in his blind rage. He raised the pipe and brought it down time and time again creating deep, bloody craters in the Frenchman's skull with sickening, squelching, crunches from blood, brain matter, and bone being displaced and fractured. The flamboyant teen's body folded in on itself, bones cracking as his body was beaten horribly, to the point where recognition would be impossible.

The music teacher watched in horror with the American while the Englishman felt himself getting sicker as he heard each terrifying noise, and griped the Freshman beside him tightly, his face buried in his chest to avoid seeing the incident occurring before them. From one of the practice rooms Ms. Héderváry emerged and watched the scene as well, growing pale quickly. A hand flew over her mouth as she started cussing in Hungarian. The room had been still, excluding Arthur's flinches and Ivan's ferocious swinging, until suddenly Mr. Braginski stopped.

All that was left of Francis was a quickly spreading, bloody mass in the center of the floor. Arthur looked up. The teacher was just standing there panting, eyes glazed over for a second until they snapped to Alfred. Slowly, he started to approach the trio a few feet from him.

Mr. Edelstein quickly yanked them to their feet and shoved them past the now blood coated man. The Russian had whipped around to take a swing at them, but a music stand came from across the room to hit him in the back, causing him to whip back around. Ms. Héderváry had thrown it and had another at the ready. She was not quivering in the least. The brunette teacher stood firm, her jaw set. "Roderich," the Hungarian muttered.

"Yes love?" he responded, watching in dismay and Ivan drew closer to her, brandishing the pipe.

"Take care of the children," she ordered.

"I-no. I won't leave you Elizaveta!" the Austrian refused stubbornly.

"Someone has to Roderich!" Elizaveta snapped at him. Mr. Braginski was almost upon her. A tear slid down her cheek as fear set in. "I love you," she whispered before giving a battle cry and swinging at the Russian with the weak metal of the music stand. The steel pipe dented it from just parrying the blow she had aimed at scarf wearing man.

The students stood in the doorway frozen, watching the teachers duel. Ms. Héderváry obviously had a lot more experience and speed, but the larger, stronger teacher was backing her into a corner, and she soon started to swing more frantically. Her back hit the wall, and Mr. Edelstein faced the teens. "Run," he whispered before charging the much larger man.

The Student Council President snapped out of the trance first and dragged the American down to the next hallway. "Start trying the doors!" the elder ordered. The younger nodded numbly. A shout sounded from the Fine Arts Hall followed by another. They froze and then started frantically tugging on door after door. Another scream erupted as they tugged on the last door that cut off as the door clicked open.

"They gave us enough time..." the Sophomore whispered, staring in the direction of the band's classroom. He then slipped in the door followed by the Freshman. The pair surveyed the room in silence before they moved under the teacher's desk in the corner it, tears starting to run down their cheeks from the shock of what they had just seen. Arthur started sobbing openly, not even trying to hide it as numb tears slid down the younger blond's cheek.

Unsure of how to comfort the other blond, Alfred put an arm around the elder's shoulders and pulled him closer. There was a louder sniffle and the green eyed Brit beside him turned him and tugged him into a tight hug. Hesitantly the taller teen's arms wound around his back and he embraced him just as tightly.

A/N Time!

Hey guys, once again I'm extremely sorry it has been so long, and sorry for the low quality of the chapter. I figured you guys couldn't wait to read it since it kinda was a cliff hanger. Leave a review calling me a fuck if you are pissed at me for taking so long if you like I don't care.

Thanks to all of you guys who are still reading it. I know its been MONTHS like my last update was what? December? Yeah... sorry. I got extremely depressed and started writing for other fandoms. I'm still really depressed. Been down past the point of Suicide since December, now I'm to the level of so numb I say fuck the world, lets just take it as it comes at this point. I'm just here to see how much more shit it can throw at me, and to give my friends one less thing to worry typically cheers me up when I get good reviews for fanfiction a bit though, so those of you who do review, just know you guys and people like you who reviewed and liked my stories are actually what kept me alive during Spring Break. I really thank you guys for it. 83 Even if I didn't update these stories, I updated others and I saw a few Hetalia fans out there reading it ;) I actually would have started updating sooner, but I am on my third week of being sick, but I'm a lot better now, so I'm saying fuck it I can be as unhealthy as I want now.

Anyways guys, that's why I've been gone, I thank you dearly for your patience. Thanks so much for reading and sticking around, I love you all 83