A/N: well here's my new fanficlet idea. Teacher!France x Student!England. hopefully this'll turn out alright. I'm not too overly comfortable with writing France but I wanna try~ so bare with moi~ I gotta go find all my French notes x3

Arthur glanced down to his schedule and quickly looked back to the room number

586 it read on the plaque next to the door. The blonde sighed and walked slowly into the classroom. He mentally counted the number of people in the class. Counting himself there were seven people, and also counting himself only three of them were seniors. He scowled softly and walked over to the left side of the room and sat down.

'I don't see how I even got into this class! Why do I even need to know French?!' He thought venomously. 'Damn my I'm-to-cool-for-school attitude in freshman and sophomore year!' He thought with a sigh. He had gone through a punk phase those two years and continuously skipped school and got sent to the principles office and because he failed so many classes he didn't have enough credits to graduate high school and had to take extra classes in order to graduate. And of course this made him very upset.

The Brit sighed as he watched the few people in the class mingle amongst each other. he looked at the teachers desk and saw papers in neat little piles stacked up on its surface and there were a dozen small pictures all over the desk and filing cabinets.

The child had long blonde hair and violet eyes and looked to be about two or three in the pictures. He was always smiling and blushing in every picture. He held out a rose to the camera-man with a small, soft blush. He held a polar bear plush with wrapping paper surrounding him in another. Him with his violet eyes wide with pancakes covered in maple syrup in another.

'Blast. The woman has an obsession with her son. She's one of those parents obviously. The one who spoils her child and is sickly sweet about it.' He thought with a sigh as he squeezed the bridge of his nose. He stared at the pictures some more, and though he hated to admit it, the small toddler was quite adorable and he couldn't help the small smile that formed on his face.

"Adorable, isn't he?~"

"Huh?" Arthur glanced to his right and stared at the darker skinned girl. She had pigtails and pretty caramel brown eyes. She grinned and pointed to the pictures.

The Brit glanced back to the pictures and shrugged. "I suppose. Oh, hello, I'm Arthur Kirkland by the way." He offered his hand to the girl.

"Eh?" The dark haired girl stared at his hand for a few seconds then slowly shook it. "Hi. My name is Michelle Bonnefoy. But you can call me Chelle." She said simply, turning to face the front of the room. Arthur stared at her for a bit longer before turning away, blushing.

'Staring is not gentlemanly!' he reprimanded himself mentally. Michelle giggled softly as she picked up one of the pictures.

"Gah!?" Arthur's mouth dropped open as he watched her fix and mess with things on the teachers desk. "You can't do that!" He said, watching her.

The dark skinned girl giggled and put the pens and pencils into a cup on the desk. "Oh the teacher won't mind." She said with a shrug.

Arthur scowled softly."You don't know that for sure. She may get upset that you're messing with pictures of her son." Michelle turned to him, a confused look on her face. "...what?" he asked, blushing softly. He crossed his arms over his chest.

Michelle shook her head. "Oh non. The teacher is a male. He's my cousin." She said, slipping back into the desk beside his.

Arthur raised a bushy brow. Michelle grinned and nodded.

the door burst open and every student jumped slightly and quickly turned to stare at the door. "Ah! Je suis désolé(I'm sorry)! I'm a bit late. Désolé!" A man who looked a lot like the child in the pictures, or was it the other way around now?, ran into the room. he placed the coffee Styrofoam cup and stack of folders and papers onto the desk before turning to shut the classroom door. He wore khaki pants with a dark blue button-up shirt and dark brown shoes. His hair was wavy, blonde, and reached to his shoulders. Much like his sons. His eyes were a bright blue and he grinned widely as he walked in front of the class and wrote his name on the board.

"Bonjour class! Je m'appelle* Monsieur Bonnefoy. And you are all mon French étudiants(students). Oui?" he asked.

The two Vietnamese girls glanced to each other and the elder one glared at the teacher. The Laotian girl played with her hair and began swinging her feet back and forth. The Cambodian girl yawned and stared back at the Frenchman. The Belgian girl smiled softly and began to play with her pens.

Michelle glanced around the class. Arthur yawned loudly and scowled. 'God I hate French.' He thought, sneering slightly. Michelle waved to Francis. "Bonjour Francis!~"

Francis smiled back to her. "Bonjour Chelle. We talked about this; you have to call me Monsieur Bonnefoy while at school."

"But that's so boring!" Chelle yelled, puppy-eyes full force on her cousin. He rolled his eyes. "You're so old!" Chelle continued, pouting now as she knew she wasn't going to get her way.

"I am not!" Francis yelled out distressfully.

All the girls giggled and Arthur rolled his emerald eyes.

'God I hate the French!' he thought to himself sighing. This was not going to be a fun class for him.

A/N: well, new story idea. Let's see how this goes, da?~ R&R?