A/N: This is for all the people who never got to do Show-N-Tell at school.
I don't own Hetalia
Lai = Taiwan
Zeke = New Zealand
Eric = Australia
Katrina = Mexico
Ismael = Cuba
Mr. Beilschmidt rubbed at the bridge of his nose. The children today were especially hyper. Today was Thursday and Thursday was Show-n'-Tell day. He looked around the room. Arthur was shoving a glue stick up Francis's nose while the little French devil tried to grope him. Alfred was drawing a picture of a hamburger-shaped U.F.O. with a little grey alien while laughing in his loud and obnoxious way all while being completely ignorant to the attempts Katrina was making to play with him. Eric and Zeke were playing a game of "Mommy and Daddy" with Lai as the baby. And lastly, Gilbert and Ismael were entertaining Matthew while each vied for his attention.
Yeah. Thursdays were a bit hectic.
Ludwig clapped his hands rhythmically. The children followed after. Now that he had their attention…
"Everyone needs to get ready for Show-n'-Tell. Get your things ready and sit on the rug."
Arthur and Francis settled their differences for the time being and Alfred apologized to Katrina for ignoring her. Eric and Zeke had a quick divorce and abandoned their baby. Gilbert and Ismael dragged Matthew to the rug.
The children all sat on the rug, as told, and waited with trinkets and toys in hand. Their patience was wearing thin so Ludwig got on with his usual Thursday afternoon instructions. "Don't talk while someone is presenting and be on your best behaviour. Who wants to be first?"
Alfred's hand shot up. "Alright, now everyone be nice for Alfred."
Arthur huffed and muttered something akin to, "Probably another bloody hamburger," to which Ludwig threw a warning glance.
Alfred held up the picture he had been drawing only moments ago. "Today I hold in my hands a natural wonder!" he began. "Just the other day, a mystical occurrence was held in my back yard!" The spunky child pointed to the small grey man sitting in the hamburger-craft. "An alien came down from the sky! He said his name was Tony and he hates snobby Brits." Alfred glared at Arthur at the last point in telling tale. Ludwig threw a warning glance at Alfred and the boy continued (but not without sticking his tongue out at Arthur).
"Tony came from a far away planet. These other aliens called The Pict killed his planet so Tony had to find a new home. He says that humans are the most interesting things he's seen since he started his journey though the stars!" Alfred continued on for another few minutes until Ludwig felt the need to end the other children's misery and stop Alfred's seemingly never ending story.
"Who wants to-"
Before he could finish his question, Ismael and Gilbert were up on their feet, pulling a flustered Matthew to the front of the class.
"This," the two boys pointed to Matthew, who was still flustered and now sported a deep blush, "is our friend, Matthew."
"He's from Canada," Gilbert began while Ismael nodded. "His twin brother, Alfred, is older by three and a half seconds and they have an awesome mom."
"Their dad left, though," started Ismael. "He left after they were born because he was a mean person. But that makes their mom so much cooler, because she's so tough."
"Matthew is super shy, but super cool. He has a pet polar bear named Kumajirou!" Matthew wanted to correct Gilbert and say that it was only a stuffed teddy bear, but as soon as that was said, all the children were asking questions and whispering excitedly to one another.
Ludwig clapped and the children hushed so that Ismael could finish their presentation.
"Matthew is also the coolest person on Earth and only other cool people can see him." Matthew blushed when Ismael mentioned his uncanny ability to become invisible to any one eye.
The two boys bowed while Matthew stood there, confused. Had he just been their Show-n-Tell object?
Arthur got up next, followed by a giggling Francis. The two looked (see: stared murderously) at each other and began their presentation. Ludwig looked at his watch. 12:50! Where the hell did the time go? In ten minutes, he would need to take the children out for recess so the janitors could do a bit of cleaning.
"Bonjour, Mon amis. Today, I come to you with the greatest of news! On this lovely Thursday afternoon, I, Francis N. Bonnefoy, have decided to court this… rather… interesting specimen." Arthur screeched.
"I'm not a specimen, you frog! I'm a perfectly perfect English gentleman." His large (…huge really) eyebrows knitted together as if he was trying to convince himself of such.
"Yes, well, I have decided to court Arthur since you all were too slow in that department." Francis winked and stuck out his tongue.
"Sit down, you bloody git." Arthur huffed as he dragged Francis back to their seats by the ear.
"Alright, that's all the time we have for today." The rest of the children groaned. "Recess is in a few minutes, but I want you all the pick up your messes before we go outside."