Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. If I did do you think I'd be writing FANfiction? The only thing I own here would be my OCs. And WARNING: I did gender-bend some of the countries. I also played with the ages. Don't kill me.
OCs in this chapter: Jeanne-Catalina-Andorra (mentioned)
Gender-bent countries: England, Norway
Alice Kirkland loved her job. She loved teaching, even if her students could be insufferable brats. She loved writing as well. But this…well it just wasn't right. A notebook had been left in her class room, so she'd looked through it. Needless to say she was disturbed by its contents. She swallowed as she read some more of its contents.
No more screaming
No more tears
No more fears
No more feeling
Bloody hands
Dying breath
Slow death
Darkening lands
Slowly dying
Still straining
Still retaining
Still lying
Last breath
Won't waste
Won't taste
Final death
That was one of the tamer ones, Alice decided. But the description after it…oh Mother Mary of the Lord. Alice couldn't read it without gagging. A story, so in-depth, one would have to have experienced it in order to write it. Physical abuse border-lining sexual abuse of a child was written in this book. The way it was written Alice suspected whoever wrote it was a victim of the abuse themselves. The perpetrator was described with so much malice and hatred that it couldn't have been the abuser writing it. She put the notebook down, shaking her head.
"How could someone do that to a child?" she murmured absent-mindedly.
"How could someone do what to a child Allie?" a concerned voice came.
The blonde jumped, her emerald eyes snapping to the speaker. Another blonde with sky blue eyes stood off to the side. She relaxed and said, "Alfred you twit! Don't scare me like that! And don't call me Allie! It's Alice."
"You're crying…" Alfred responded.
The taller blonde reached out and brushed the tears away. Alice smiled softly at her American. Alfred F. Jones picked up the notebook and asked, "Now why were you crying?"
"Just…something in the book upset me…" she replied softly. "I believe one of my students is in trouble. I know I should report it, but I don't know who to report. I don't know whose notebook it is. There's no name inside."
Alfred started reading and dropped it after twenty seconds, not being able to brave it like Alice. He shivered. It was so…so…so detailed. One would think that it wouldn't be all that scary on paper, but when you can imagine the smell of blood and the pain inflicted on the person, it made it a whole lot scarier. Alfred wrapped his arms around Alice and said, "I came to say hello before I set off for school."
"Thank you Alfred," she sighed kissing his forehead. "Now get lost before you're late for med class and before my students get here, never going to become a doctor if you don't show up to the classes."
He laughed and stole a quick peck on the lips before walking out. Alice sat at her desk until her students started filtering in. She stood up and grabbed her attendance sheet, looking over the desks. Once the bell rang she looked over the roster one last time. Frowning, she noticed one of her students was missing yet again.
"Has anyone seen Ms. Bonnefoy?" Alice asked her students. "She's not still absent is she?"
"No Ms. Kirkland," a brown haired boy said calmly. "But I believe I saw her in Ms. Bondevik's office."
Alice walked over to her phone and dialed the nurse's office. The patient yet strained voice of the school nurse came over the receiver.
"Hello is there a problem?"
"Ah Dalla? It's Alice. Would you by any chance have Ms. Jeanne-Catalina Bonnefoy in your office?"
The Norwegian woman paused for a few moments and said, "Yes I do. She's running a dangerous fever. I've called her parents, but no one's answered. I'm keeping her with me until I can get a hold of one of her parents unless her fever gets worse. If it does I'll call the hospital."
"Thank you Dalla," Ms. Kirkland sighed. "Tell Ms. Bonnefoy I hope she feels well soon."
"I will Alice," Ms. Bondevik replied.
The blonde Englishwoman hung up the phone and turned back to her class. The boy who had first answered her was watching her quietly.
"Thank you Mr. Karpusi," Alice said to the boy. "You were much help."
Dion Karpusi smiled and said, "No problem Ms. Kirkland."
Alice walked to the board and began to teach, her thoughts drifting to the girl in the nurse's office.
Note: Dion Karpusi's not an OC. It's just a name I came up with for Cyprus. I used Greece's human last name in lack of a better one for Cyprus.