A/N: ...Kindergarten!World graduates!
I don't own Hetalia. And I don't plan on owning it.
Mr. Beilschmidt sat at the end of the row of seats in the dark auditorium. The stage in front of him was lit up and Roma was giving a speech.
Beside him, Feliciano sat, albeit however fidgety he was, quietly. And beside him, Ludwig's class sat. They were all in their best clothes with combed hair. They were quiet, surprisingly.
At the far end, opposite of Ludwig, he could see Gilbert in all his self-absorbed glory. He was smiling widely as he whispered to the boy next to him.
"I totally hope we have the same class next year, Mattie!"
Matthew nodded, fiddling with the cuffs of the dress shirt his mother had shoved on him. "That'd be nice."
Roma finished speaking and the audience (the teachers and parents, at least) applauded.
Then Feliciano kissed Ludwig's cheek as he got up to lead his class to the stage. "Good luck." Ludwig nodded to the Italian and then to Berwald Oxenstierna, who was one row up.
Roma smiled at him and then the row of children as they lined up at the left side of the stage.
"The first to be graduating are our Kindergartners," Roma said into the microphone. "And first up, I present Mr. Beilschmidt with class K-1."
Ludwig stepped up to the microphone and gave a small speech on how proud he had been of his class that year and how he hoped they would excel in the years to come, then he began calling names.
"Francis Bonnefoy."
The small blond boy stepped up to Ludwig and took the rolled up "diploma" and a handshake from his teacher.
After the ceremony was over, the parents were led back to their children's classrooms.
Emily and Alice Kirkland and their husbands were chatting away next to the dry erase board while Amelia Jones-Williams talked with Ludwig and Feliciano. The children chatted as well.
"We'd all better have the same class next year."
"I wonder who our teacher will be."
"I hope it's not Mr. Braginski. He's crazy!"
"What about his sister? She's supposed to be super nice."
"Yeah! I hope she's our teacher next year!"
"Oh, this year went by so fast!"
"Ve~ I know, Mrs. Amelia. They grow up so fast!" Feliciano flung his hands into the air for emphasis.
Amelia nodded, laughing. "Yeah, but I guess it's for the best."
The children talked more and played with the toys Ludwig had one last time as the adults finished up. Then any last minute numbers were exchanged and promises of pool parties and sleep-overs were made.
Gilbert waved his friends good-bye and once everyone was gone, looked up to Ludwig and said, "So who's gonna be my teacher next year?"
Ludwig sighed and shook his head, instead going to pick up the stray plastic cups and napkins.