AN: Mostly humor because I'm in a humorous mood. Sorry FoolishLittleDuck :\

Also, I caved. I made China a teacher. I think it was just too much of a stretch to have Turkey be a teacher (more as the Ottaman empire... ) and then have China as a student, cause he's one of the ancients, after all. And yes, I realize I made a huge error in that China already has been introduced, but I've changed it to the Netherlands. I'm sorry guys, there's no excuse. I couldn't access my old chapters, and was going completely from memory. I hope you can look over this continuity error and continue reading ;/;

GUESS WHAT. I have a real reason for the usual lateness this time. I WAS ON VACATION. Which meant, less time for writing, and NO WIFI. (The horror) Also my computer broke because it's-(this speech has been censored, please move along)

Grey: I AGREE.

Me too~~ ;^; Aw shucks -blush-

It's just me and my dirty mind.

AAAAAHHH I'M SORRRY

You loved! I'm just not good at making the first move -doubleblush-

FoolishLittleDuck: Glad to hear it~~!

;;; I'll try... starting next chapter... ;;;

Pairings introduced: TurkeyxEgypt,

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, this would be on fictionpress. But it's not. Because I don't.

Enjoy~

Elizaveta paced in front of her ex-boyfriends' room, biting her bottom lip which had already begun to bleed and she was certain it would chap in a horrifically unappealing way by the morning. She raised her fist to knock again before lowering it with a quiet sigh.

What if he thought she was lying? What if he thought this was all a ruse to get them back together... there were certainly enough sappy romcoms that proved it could work as one.

But he knew she was an action girl, right?

She nodded her head determinedly, to which no one responded because no one was there, and spun with her hand raised.

Aaaaand then lowered it.

She seemed desperate. They'd only just broken up after all. And what if Gilbert answered? What if Roderich wasn't even there? She didn't have an excuse to see him beside the truth, and she certainly wasn't going to tell anyone besides the intended audience that.

She shook her head, clearing it of any hesitant thoughts and rapped sternly on the door, striking a strict pose that would deem insanity to the man who called her nervous.

The pose stuck for a few minutes as she listened for any sound beside her own erratic heartbeat. Finally, after a second knock and again no results, she laughed in a half-relieved half-I-can't-believe-this way. No one was home. She rolled her eyes and turned around, smacking into the man she was looking for.

"Oomph!"

"Wha- Liz? What are you doing here?"

"Ah, Roderich, wonderful! I have a really really big favor to ask of you."

As always, open house week hit Hesperia Academy like a well predicted and planned for hurricane. The nearby hotel was rented out, calls were made between student and parent, and meetings were made between teacher and student. Slowly grades began to shape up, if only to eventually fall back down the moment the poor student in question's parents left town.

To make up for the long distance flights necessary, work lost, and whatever other consequences of leaving your home for a week made, the school put out its greatest efforts to appease the often wealthy parents of their students.

But for certain teachers, enough was enough.

"GRAAAH." Roxanna Popescu cried, flinging her arms into the air in a symbol of defeat.

"Oh look." Sadiq Anan said disinterestedly. "Poppy gave up."

"I did not give up-"

"Let her be Sadiq, she's had a rough day." Kleo Hassan added, sipping her spicy (he still wasn't sure about that...) hot chocolate.

"-and don't call me that!-"

"Really what happened?"

"-and I most of all-"

"You know Elizaveta Hedervary?"

"-deserve to 'give up'-"

"Yeah, she's great at- whatever it is I teach."

"-even though I didn't-"

"Pottery. Yeah, she seems to hate Poppy. Like, real bad for some reason."

"- because unlike you, I-"

"Really? She's such a nice girl."

"-have to speak to half the-"

"Either way, she helped Gilbert with a prank..." All the teachers in the lounge cringed hearing 'Gilbert' and 'prank' in the same sentence. "And with some actual brain behind the operation, Poppy's car ended up... different, at the end of the day."

"-the parents of the entire student popula-" Roxanna cut herself off abruptly when she seemed to finally realize no one was listening. "Is anyone listening!" Only in order to confirm her fears, apparently.

"No."

"Nah."

Iphigenia Karpusi smiled warmly to her fellow staff member. "I'm listening."

Which, of course, made her feel ten times worse. Iphi was the economics teacher, a 'recommended aka do-it-or-fail class', as well as one of the seniors' counselor, and thus had approximately twice the amount of work as her and Al combined. "Th-thanks Iphi..." She mumbled, before ducking her head back into the filing cabinet.

But the wrath of Roxanna Popescu should be feared, and for good reason. She snuck a peek from a manilla folder, and if her face wasn't hidden one could see the cruel smirk hidden inside. It was time to get back at her tormenters, and she had the perfect way how.

"By the way Kleo, Sadiq's dating your son."

"HEY!"

"WHAT?"

"You want me to-"

"Be my boyfriend. Well, pretend, but you know, that sounds so cliche..."

"Because?"

Elizaveta sighed dramatically, running her hand through her hair in an effort to hide the blush on her face. Exasperated,not embarrassed. Exasperated. "They decided not to call me because parents week was coming up, and I haven't told them yet... you know what'll happen if I tell them while they're here."

Roderich sighed as well, his gesture being to rub the small red dots on the bridge of his nose, but he knew what she was talking about. It wasn't like they were bad about it or anything, but he wouldn't want to be on Elizaveta's side.

Ever since she had miraculously turned from a boy (not even 'tomboy' no one would be surprised if she had something else in her pants-) to being a fresh girl with long flowing hair and flowers and aprons and cooking or at least frequent usage of frying pans, her parents had decided she had changed inside too. To Barbie. Or rather, to, Barbie with emotions only of love and kindness and cheeks containing hidden tear ducts of large ie massive proportions. The first time she broke up with a boy, she had been forced to endure a long series of action movies (which had been nice) romantic comedies (which had been weird; she was with her parents) and other category-curious movies. Sounds nice, right?

Not when you're forced to watch them between two bawling parents in a long row while they continue to hug you, coddle you and talk about how all bees are asses. And then giggle and say they meant it in the donkey way.

It was just awkward.

And she had dumped him.

So he nodded reluctantly, with a parting, "But only in front of your parents." and she had squealed in glee, hugged him, sprung back, danced out the door and closed it on the way out.

"Lady... Delirium."

"GET OFF THE STAGE FRANCIS." Gilbert bellowed up at his friend just as he bowed, winking at the glaring beauty in the corner.

"That was for you, Natalia." Francis said in a sultry tone through the microphone. The mood and demeanor was quickly diminished, however, when he squeaked in fright at the knife stuck in the floor, which had seconds before ripped to shreds the rose he was holding in offering. "Yes, yes I'm getting off-" He sighed shakily and did indeed hop off the foot high stage in the chorus room.

"'Ow waz I?" He asked with a wink to the general company.

"Has your accent gotten thicker?" Vash asked in a truly curious way.

"Perchance." Francis replied lazily, announcing the 'ance' in a way only Frenchmen can get away with without looking like arses.

"That's... really weird."

Gilbert slung his arm around the dubious Spaniard's shoulder, nodding at Vash's observation. "He always gets like that after a French song." Antonio nodded in agreement.

"Speaking of..." Matthew added, which, of course, went unnoticed. "Half the lyrics-"

"Were complete nonsense." Finished Vash. Besides the singer himself, they were the only ones in the chorus room who spoke French, as the only other experienced speakers either had a different class or weren't in chorus at all.

"Mon petit belle russe won't notice."

"She's Belorussian."

"Same thing."

A head of black hair slumped onto the so far quiet Egyptian's shoulder, emanating a groan. "Well I doubt the only words in English being 'crazy lady' will help your case." It uttered, in a truly pitiful manner.

"Iris?" Vash asked with a justified amount of shock in his voice. "You're less... hyper."

She yawned.

Gupta rolled his eyes, patting her head amicably. "She depends on sugar... she's either very hyper or just crashed."

Gilbert snorted. "It's an excuse for acting bipolar."

"Quiet." She murmured, stretching and depending on her own neck to hold up her head. "No talking in the library..."

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine, fine."

The class had been given free time, as the teacher, Mr. Wang, wanted nothing more than to finish the work he already had. His second position as the Chinese teacher was the actual cause but he may as well take it out on the chorus kids.

Speaking of Yao, he seems to be going to the front of the classroom. Let's pay attention to that.

"Attention everybody, Attention." He called to the class, which was sadly a large one, "Attention! Attention everybody!" He frowned and wondered whether it was worth it...

"ATTENTION EVERYBODY!" He roared into the microphone.

It was worth it.

"For open house week, Ivan and I have decided that you will all sing duets... you will not pick your own partners." He added just as a few people began to cheer.

"Why do we have to do this?" Iris called from the crowd. She had been elected as naysayer due to being closely related to Yao.

"Because I said so." Yao snapped back with a small pout. He blushed and coughed lightly into his oversized sleeves. "Iv- Mr. Braginski and I... will be doing one as well." He sensed the smirk (and hiss from Natalia) from his entire class and pointed to a large bucket at the other side of his room. "When I call your name, please go to the bucket and pull out a name. Call it out, go to your partner and you can decide to talk about song choices today if you want. There are no restrictions besides no profanity or inappropriate indications. Emily."

Vash sighed, knowing he wouldn't have a chance to pull his own. His last name was always last with 'zw', so he would have to hope he got pulled by someone good.

Gilbert was called a few names later, and he walked slowly up to the stage, digging deep through the bucket until he snatched a single sheet from the bottom and held it up like it was Simba.

Unbeknownst to him, a Swiss boy was thinking please don't be me please don't be me please don't be me fervently.

It wasn't him. "Lukas!" Gilbert looked throughout the room until he found the face filled with horror in the far back. Lukas hadn't been paying attention through most of the session, but he realized what this meant. He would actually prefer Mathias over this. "Looks like it's you and me buddy."

"Don't. Call me buddy."

What? Did you think I would pair up Gilbo and Vashy for the duet? -chuckles- Oh children. I do hope I'm not that predictable.

But I probably am.

Iris is fun to mess around with. I'm still not sure if I like her or not.

I will not make any promises about the future of my updates, since I can't keep them, but I finally have snapped out of my rut so there's actual hope out there. Plus I've started my next chapter =v=

Next chapter there shall be singing and angst and overly-sympathetic parents~~ stay tuned ;3

Senior: Egypt

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