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 Bonnefoy- Andorra

Gender-bent countries: Norway, Finland (mentioned), England,

Dalla Bondevik wasn't stupid. She also knew it wouldn't be much use. No one would believe her. She would report it, be laughed at and ignored just like the first two times she'd reported it. The blonde Norwegian woman's normally cold stoic blue eyes were soft and filled with concern. Her patient was the same age as her brother. Her brother…what would she do if this was him? She shook her head to clear the thoughts and took Jeanne-Catalina's temperature again.

"…Please…please don't," the girl protested weakly. "I want to sleep…please…"

Dalla sighed and ran a hand through the younger's hair. She wished she could do more….but then she remembered something. The new gym coach had voiced his opinion on the subject at the faculty lounge the other day. Ludwig and Berwald had also agreed something was going on. Maybe now they would listen to her…and she could tell Alice! Alice would back her up. The Norwegian gently covered the girl with a blanket and called Tiina, who she knew would be at lunch for a favor.

*Time skip*

Gilbert looked around with a frown fixed on his face. It had been three weeks since he last saw Jeanne-Catalina and after checking with his colleagues apparently she'd been absent the entire time. His stomach churned unpleasantly, before turning his attention to the class.

"All right! You're all going to practice for the mile test next week. So I want all of you to run around this field three times, since that will equal one mile. Don't push yourself past your limits and try and stick with a group. If you suddenly feel pain, stop and tell someone. If you see someone drop, stop and help them and send someone to get me. I don't want anyone getting hurt," the Prussian instructed.

Especially not after that Latvian kid had passed out cold. It took him a moment to remember the kid's name, Raivis. It's sad he knows. Crossing his arms, he blew his whistle and the kids took off. He didn't hear the woman come up from behind him.

"Coach Beilschmidt, a word?"

He turned to see Dalla and frowned. The Prussian followed the Norwegian off to the side, still keeping the kids in his eyesight.

"Ms. Bondevik, is something wrong?"

"Has Jeanne-Catalina showed any signs of pain while participating in gym?"

"Yes…why?"

"She's in the nurses office with a fever…I left Tiina with her."

"She's actually here today?"

"Yes, but she shouldn't be. I can't get a hold of her parents either. I know this is your last class so I'm asking you if you could watch her while I speak to a few other teachers."

"What's going on Dalla?"

"Gilbert, I agree with that theory of yours. She's being abused. I've reported it before, but Ms. Fernandez has enough money and power to cover it up. I want to speak with your brother, Berwald, and Alice. Maybe they won't over look us this time."

This made the Prussian's blood boil and run cold at the same time. He was right…this was one of the few times he really wished he was wrong. He was infuriated at the same time that someone would do that to their own child. Gilbert nodded and said, "I'll watch her. You go talk to Berwald next; his kids are taking a test so he should be free to talk."

The Norwegian nodded her thanks and walked away. Gilbert felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach, dreading his lunch break.

*Time Skip*

Ludwig was sitting quietly at his desk, biting his lower lip. His colleges, Alice and Dalla, were both sitting across from him. Alice's green eyes were bright with worry as Dalla began to tell her side of the story. She explained her suspicions and how Jeanne-Catalina had been reported several times, only to be ignored by the people who were supposed to help. The Norwegian then told them about the girl's parents and how her mother was a wealthy lawyer. How this had all been covered up. Ludwig managed to break the pen he'd been writing with, and Alice had cussed several times.

"I've already spoken to Berwald and he told me about the incident in his class room. One of Catalina's fellow students had tried to get her attention by tugging on her shirt sleeve and she had started crying. He couldn't get her to calm down. Every time he tried to get close she begged him to go away. These are some of the signs of child abuse, especially physical abuse," Dalla explained crossing her eyes.

"I tapped her on the shoulder," Ludwig said. "She jumped, cried out in shock, and fell to the floor. I noticed she was in pain while getting up, and she refused my help."

"I-I-I-I found a notebook in my class," Alice piped up. "I don't know if it is hers….but oh lord if it is…."

Ludwig took the notebook from Alice and started to read it. He cringed, reading over the previous sentence twice. He showed it to Dalla, who again for once, broke her stoic façade to gaze at it in disgust and concern. Alice looked at Dalla before asking, "Who's at the nurse's office with her then?"

"Uh…Gilbert I think. Unless Tiina told him to watch her class instead."

Alice nodded and the group continued their conversation. Her heart was breaking quietly in her chest. Why wouldn't anyone do something about this? She refocused her attention and noticed her lunch was over. She bid Dalla and Ludwig a goodbye and walked back to her classroom.