Full summary: Arthur has his fair share of problems with and abusive father and Gilbert growing up with the constant put downs jumps into bed with anyone. Alfred, the English teacher at Hetalia high at first glance is a happy go lucky idiot that is until he goes home to an alcholic father who he can't seem to leave behind. Ivan Braginski the newest teacher to Hetalia high find new and old friend in the Mythology teacher Mikaru and the English teacher Alfred. with a mysterious past of his of his own how will he survice trancfering to such and eccentric school. Will the four of them be able to help each other through their problems, or will their lives crumble apart?
Parings: PruUK, RusPrus, USUK, America x Scottland, and more.
Warnings: Abuse, language, lemons, yaoi, and bullying.
This story is co-written by 7 people and we all hope that you will enjoy our story! Enjoy~

Chapter One

Ivan

The hot sun was beating down on the orientation festival, and Ivan was quite nervous. This would be his first teaching job at the new school as a science and history teacher.

"Hey, buddy. How's your first day?" asked Alfred, coming up behind Ivan, patting his back.

Ivan jumped a little. "E-ehh good so far, I suppose. I-I got some food thrown at me by a group of boys, but that's to be expected," the Russian man said, fixing his bowtie.

Alfred winced a little. "That's bad. Don't let them pick on you…um?"

"Ivan," he said, extending his hands towards the man. "Ivan Braginski."

Alfred took his hand and smiled, "Name's Alfred, Alfred F. Jones."

"Well, it's quite nice to meet you, Alfred. If I may ask, what subject do you teach?" Ivan asked curiously, figuring the built man taught something silly like gym.

"You too, buddy. I teach English, what about you?" he asked, grinning.

"Oh! English," Ivan repeated, surprised. "I'm taking over for the science and history teachers."

Alfred nodded. "Well, I gotta go to my class. See ya!" Alfred said as he went to his class.

Ivan exhaled. "Well, that man is quite…energetic?" he mumbled to himself, heading to his classroom.

Ivan walked to his science classroom, quietly as to avoid the eyes of the boys who had thrown things at him. He walked into his room and closed the door, sitting down at his desk, going through a pile of papers, exhaling deeply. "This day has been quite hectic already," the Russian sighed.

Mikaru Noche, Hetalia High mythology and woods teacher, walked down the halls, making his way to the history wing, where he knew his old college friend, Ivan, would be teaching starting this year. He walked to the door, not bothering to knock, pushed it, and walked in. "Ivan!" he yelled, seeing the Russian after so long.

"Goodness"! Ivan had nearly knocked his coffee off the desk. "Mikaru, is that you?" he said, a smiled growing on his face.

"Been a long time, friend, hasn't it?" he said, making his way to Ivan's desk. Mikaru and Ivan had hit it off in their college days when they were roommates all four years. They'd lost touch for a few years after graduation.

"I've missed you," Ivan said quietly, looking at his feet, but he soon looked up, smiling, and stood up to embrace Mikaru.

"Haha. Still a hugger, I see," Mikaru said, hugging the taller man. "How've you been? I haven't seen you in what? Two years?"

Ivan pulled away, blushing a little. "Yeah, it's been far too long. I've been…okay. Haven't been able to keep a job, though. Hopefully this is the place for me."

Mikaru looked at his friend with sympathy and patted his back. "Ya, hopefully. I'd love to have a friend in the lounge. The only one who talks to me without wanting to get in my pants is Al, and he's well…he's good company, but he could work on his concentration skills."
Ivan chuckled a little. "Da, that man seems a bit…different."

"That he is, but hey! We shouldn't be talking. Weren't we voted the most likely to end up in jail?"

"You were," Ivan scoffed. "I was voted most likely to end up in prison." He laughed a deep, belly laugh.

Mikaru cocked his head to the side. "What's the difference between jail and prison? All I know is that if we haven't been given the death penalty, we're doing something right!"

The Russian laughed lightly. He had changed a lot since back then; he wasn't as aggressive as he once was. Schooling and teaching had done a lot to his personality.

He patted Ivan's back. "We need to go drinking again. It's been too long."

"Haha!" the man chuckled. "Da, maybe sometime soon."

*The bell rings*

"You best be off to your class, Mikaru."

"Ya, I should, but remember those drinks, okay?" Mikaru said as he jogged out of the room, heading to his own class.

Ivan smiled softly as Mikaru left, remembering all those good times. As students started filling in, he snapped out of it and wrote his name on the board and began going over things.

Alfred

Once Alfred got to his class, everyone quickly became quiet, as most of the girls were his fans. Then he saw an empty seat.

Alfred sighed. "Where's Kirkland?" he asked Winter, a German student, his best student.

"I have no idea, sir!" she said in a sweet voice, her blonde curls bouncing with every word.

Alfred nodded and sat at the teacher's desk. "Everyone, turn to page forty-five in your textbook," he ordered.

Winter did as she was told. English was her favorite subject, even though she wasn't very good at it.

Yumi was dreaming about thing in class, again wondering when she could go back home and be with her brother. "When wirr this be over?" she whined.

"Yumi, it's only the beginning of the year!" Winter exclaimed, a little disapprovingly. "And you need to make sure you keep your grades up this year. High school is a lot harder than middle."

"I know, but it's too…oh, God," she sighed. Gym wasn't her best class, and she had it. This was going to be a hell of a year.

"Do you have gym all year?" Winter asked quizzically.

"Not that much, but most of the year," Yumi said looking over at the boys, especially Marcello.

"I told you not to skip all those classes last year! I just know you vould have to make up for it!" she blabbed on.

Yumi smiled at her motherly best friend and groaned when her stomach growled.

Winter sighed and raised her hand. "Mr. Jones? Can I please go to the lavatory?"

He looked at Winter and nodded. "Take you time," he said, continuing the lesson.

She quickly walked over of the door and made her way to her locker, grabbing an apples and a granola bar, then slowly walking back. When she got back to her seat, she tossed the apple to Yumi and nibbled on the bar.

"You're such a rife-saver, Winter-chan," she said, biting the apple. She heard the bell, signaling the end of the lesson, meaning it was lunchtime. "Let's go get our lunch, Winter-chan." Yumi got up from her seat and went to get the lunch Kiku made for it.

"Hmm…yes, I suppose it is that tie," she stated plainly, getting up.

Arthur

Gilbert dribbled the ball down the field, making a fast side pass to a dirty blond with huge eyes. "Art, look alive. Dumpkoft!"

Arthur dribbled the ball to the goal, kicking it in. Rolling his eyes, he muttered, "Whatever."

Gilbert used his shirt to wipe off the sweat on his face. "You vouldn't have made that if it vvasn't for me," he said.

He smirked. "Arrogant much? I'm better at football than you anyway." AN: football is the European way of saying soccer

Gilbert pulled Arthur into a headlock. "Take that back, Eyebrows! Everyone vith eyes knows ze awesome me is ze best!"

Arthur stumbled slightly. "I will not. Lying is wrong, remember?"

Gilbert's hold on the other boy tightened, and he grounded his fist into the other's head. "Then vhy are you lying now, hmm?"

He tried to get out of his hold. "Fine! You're better at football. Just let go of me, you wanker!"

"Kesesese!" Gilbert laughed, letting go of the small blond and loosely throwing his arms around Arthur's shoulders. "So vhat's on the schedule today?"

He sighed, immune to his friend's flirtatiousness. "I think we have Mr. Jones first."

Gilbert scrunched up his face in disgust. "Vhy that Hamburger Maniac's class? Can't ve ditch?"

"I ditched that class at least six times already; I don't really feel like failing just because I can't stand the teacher," he replied.

"I still don't get vhy you hate him so much. He's annoying, but he's one hell of a looker," Gilbert said, trailing off with a smirk on his lips. "Aren't the voods teacher and him like our schools' valking vet dream or something? All the frauleins are after them."

He blushed a little at the statement. "How he looks had nothing to do with how annoying he is. I mean, that Brazilian girl is pretty sexy, too."

"Ja, but ve both know you don't swing that vay, Artie," Gilbert said in a singsong voice.

"I'm bi. I just tend to date more guys than girls," he said, then a small smirk played on his lips. "Well, with everyone you've been with at this school, I doubt you would be able to get with her."

Gilbert looked at Arthur with an amused expression. "Get vith? Try already been vith," he said, smirking. "She isn't half bad, but bites a little too much for mein taste."

Once Alfred was outside, he walked to the two boys and sighed. "You two ditched class again," he said, shaking his head.

Gilbert smirked at Alfred and wrapped his arms around Arthur. "Vell, morning to you too, Mr. Jones. How are you?"

"I am fine, Beilschmidt," he said as his boyfriend, Allistor—another teacher from a different school—came up behind him and hugged him, seeing that Alfred was talking to his brother.

"Al, you ready yet?" asked Allistor, glaring at Arthur. Alfred sighed and went to his car.

"Yea, hurry up, slowpoke." He grinned, hopping in, leaving his students hanging.

"Why the hell is my brother even here?" he asked.

"I'm picking up Al for lunch," Allistor answered.

Arthur nodded, slightly jealous. "Have fun. I need to get to class."

"Alright, then," he went over to Alfred's car and got in.

Yumi walked out to the soccer field and saw Arthur. "Herro, Arthur-san," she said, walking over to him.

"Hey, Yumi," he said, starting the walk back to school.

Yumi looked at Arthur. "Arthur-san, it's lunchtime right now," she said.

Then the bell rang from the speakers around the soccer field. "The bell just rang. We need to get to class." Yumi nodded, going inside the school to look for Winter.

Gilbert followed Arthur to the locker room. "So, vhat do you vant to do tonight?"

"Probably try and avoid my father. He wasn't in the best mood when I left this morning," he said, sighing.

"So, you're coming over like usual?" Gil asked, pulling his shirt off and tossing it in his locker.

"Yeah, pretty much," Arthur said, taking his shirt off and putting it in his locker, exposing his back which was riddled with scars, with four new bruises beginning to appear.

Gil looked sadly at Arthur and walked up behind him. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist and kissing his shoulder and the back of his neck. "I vish you'd let me take care of that bastard," he said, kissing trails up and down his neck.

Arthur shivered at his touch. "I can't. I don't want him to hurt you either."

"There's no way that bastard could hurt ze awesome me." Gilbert turned Arthur around to face him and looked the other boy in the eyes.

Alfred walked in the locker room. "Shouldn't you boys be in class—" he stopped at once when he saw Arthur's scars. "...what happened?" he asked.

Gilbert stood in front of Arthur, hiding him. "Nothing. Now, get out, ve'll be in class soon." His voice was cold and daring, prepared for anything Alfred could say against him.

"Yea, it's none of your bloody business," he said quickly, throwing on a shirt.

Gilbert pushed Alfred out of the locker room and locked the door. "Don't you have a class to teach? Dumpkoft." Alfred sighed and walked to his class.

"Shit, he saw them…," Arthur said as his face paled. "He's the last idiot I want finding out."

Gilbert ran his hand through Arthur's hair. "He's an idiot. He probably can't put two and two together." Gilbert leaned in to peck Arthur's lips and gave him a smile. "If you keep moping, I'll tell the whole school you sleep vith a flying mint bunny."

"You wouldn't dare." He playfully shoved Gilbert.

"I vould too, Eyebrows. So stop vith ze moping." He messed up Arthur's hair.

He smiled. "Fine, fine. I'll stop."

"Good." Gil gave him one more kiss and walked passed him to changed. Arthur changed his clothes and gathered his books. Gilbert grabbed his bag and waited for Arthur. "You ready?"

"Yea. Let's go," he replied. Gilbert unlocked the door and walked out with Arthur.

"Hey, vhat do ve have again?"

"Mythology," he answered.

"Heh, mythology. Vhy did ve take that class again?"

He examined his nails. "Because the teacher is sexy, and that was the last class available."

"Oh, ja, now, I remember," Gil said, rubbing his chin. "I guess, ve're lucky then."

"I guess," Arthur said as he looked at his watch. "We better go, or we'll be late."

"Ja, ja…or…" He wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and nibbled at his ear. "Ve could find and empty class room and have fun."

He gasped. "Not a bad idea, but what if we get caught?"

"Ve haven't yet." He kissed down Arthur's neck and brought a hand down to stroke Arthur through his pants. "And the North Viing has a lot of abandoned class rooms."

Arthur bit his lip, holding back a moan. "You have a point. Come on, let's go."

Matthew

Matthew looked up at the plain building, finding it to be oddly haunting. He sighed and looked around, entering it. Hopefully, this school would be better than the last one, since he was ignored for the most part. He entered the gray office and talked to the taunting secretaries. Gathering his schedule, he headed toward the first class on his list.

Riku walked around the school, in search of the new student.

Matthew bumped into a figure, his books flying out of his hands. He stumbled and tried to pick up the heavy textbooks up.

Riku looked up at the man before him and helped pick up the books. "You new?" he asked.

Matthew nodded and smiled softly. "Yes…I moved here from another country."

"Hey, you look like Mr. Jones…you two related?" Riku looked at Matthew.

"Well, he is my older b-brother," he stuttered, hiding his face.

Riku nodded. "Oh."

"D-do you know where Mr. N-Noche's class is?" Matthew asked, collecting his textbooks.

"Yea, he's my next class. Follow me," he said, leading Matthew to Mikaru's class. Matthew followed like an obedient dog, looking at the body in front of him.

"By the way, what's your name? I'm Riku Fugioka." He smiled at Matthew.

"I'm…M-Matthew," he replied.

"Nice to meet you, Matthew," Riku smiled and reached Mikaru's class.

Matthew walked into the classroom and shared ahead at the teacher. He walked to the back of the class, hoping not to be noticed.
Mikaru rushed into his class as the bell rand and took out the student attendance list.

"Hello, everyone, my name is Mr. Noche, and I will be your mythology teacher this year. Those of you who have taken wood should already know me. I do see some new and some old faces," he looked over at the students. "Before I tell you what the class is going to be about, I'd like to go through the attendance. When you name is called, please stand up and say your name, if I don't pronounce it correctly, or any nickname you'd like to go by, then tell us something about yourself." Looking at the list, he went through the names.

Riku stood up first. "Name's Riku. I like to paint."

"Riku. That's a nice name. Japanese, right?"

"I guess," he said, sitting back down.

Mikaru went back to his list, reading off more names and reached the end of his list. "Matthew Williams?" Mikaru gave the class a look over and saw a wavy blond haired boy stand up.

Matthew stood up timidly, clearing his voice as he quietly replied, "Matthew Williams…I…I like to r-read."

Mikaru raised an eyebrow. "Hey, can you speak up a bit? I don't think anyone can hear you."

Matthew sighed and slightly raised his voice. "Matthew W-W-Williams, I like to read…" He bit his bottom lip as he heard snickers and whispers involving his stutter. Riku looked at Matthew.

Mikaru sent a disapproving look at the snickering children. He walked out from behind his desk and up to where Matthew stood by his desk. He leaned down a little and offered Matthew his ear. "Hey, one more time, if you don't mind, please."

"M-M-Matthew Williams, I l-liked to r-read," Matthew stuttered furiously and covered his mouth, his face turning red. He shut his eyes and trembled; he was never good at speaking to anyone.

Mikaru chuckled and stood up straight and, with a loud voice, announced, "Round of applause for Matthew Williams, everyone. He likes to read." He clapped his hands and smiled at Matthew. "Heh, sorry you had to repeat yourself like that. I guess, my hearing's going with my old age!"
Matthew shook his head and sat down, staring at his desk. He blushed furiously and trembled again. He sighed and looked up and saw a girl's face. He heard her whispering about his stutter and how red he got when Mikaru had gotten close to him. A word stood out in the sentence like a sore thumb. Gay.

Mikaru walked back to his seat and opened his folder to read out what the class was going to be about and what assignments they would have.

"Alright, everyone, that should be all you need to know for the first day of school." He looked at the clock, seeing there were only five minutes left in the class. "Oh, yeah, one more thing—well, two, actually." He turned to the class again. "In this class, you guys won't be called by your normal name. I'd like each of you to pick a name from any myth or legend of your choosing or it could be the name of any mythological being. Alright, and the second thing. I'd like a short story—at least five pages—based on any myth you know of, and it's due tomorrow, okay? Any questions? No? Good." The bell rang as he finished, "Have a nice night, everyone."

Matthew quickly gathered his things and headed out, only to be tripped by the girl and her friends. He yelped and hit the ground, his glasses shattering. He heard the girls laugh and yell out 'gay' multiple times.

"Hey!" yelled Riku, chasing the girls away then walking over to Matthew to help him. "You okay?"

Matthew nodded and smiled politely, looking around as the world became a huge blur. "M-m-my glasses…a-are they br-broken?" he asked as he gripped his books.

"Yeah…," he said, holding a pair of broken glasses.

Matthew sighed and dug around in his pocket, pulling out a case. He placed contacts in his eyes and grimaced. "I-I hate c-c-contacts…"

"I do too…come on, next class is English," Riku smiled and walked to English with Matthew.

Mikaru had watched the girls trip Matthew, and Riku going to his side. He walked up to the pair. "Are you alright?"

Matthew looked at Mikaru and nodded, a smile present on his face. "Yes, than-thank you for your concern, M-Mr. N-Noche."

Mikaru grabbed Matthew's chin and tilted his head to the side then up then down, checking for any bruises. "You shouldn't let people do stuff like that to you, you know." He let Matthew's chin go, not finding any injuries. "It would've been funnier if you grabbed her skirt as you fell. I'm sure you would've made some friends like that," Mikaru chuckled.

Matthew blushed and looked down, smiling softly. "I'm sure…but I don't go to school to make friends. I just come here to learn, and anyways, I'm used to the bullying."

"Hey, Matthew, you coming?" Riku called from afar.

"Yeah! Coming, Riku!" he called and ran after Riku, waving at Mikaru like an old friend.

Riku smiled and headed to English, taking his seat.

"Mattie?" Alfred asked, looking right at him.

Matthew froze, looking at his brother. He looked away soon after and went to the back. .

"Funny how you notice me now," Matthew whispered.

"I always noticed you, Mattie, just…dad…he wouldn't let me talk to you."

"R-right," Matthew sighed as he sat down. "It's f-f-fine…"

Alfred nodded and started to teach the lesson.

"What was that all about?" Riku asked.

"Nothing…family issues," he whispered, looking down, trembling.

Alfred's phone rang in the middle of the lesson. "I'll be back. Talk amongst yourselves."

Matthew just stared at the desk in front of him. He sighed and pulled out a lengthy novel, resuming where he left off.

Alfred came back, gritting his teeth. "Lesson is cancelled for today. I have to leave early due to family issues." Riku looked over at Alfred as he walked out of the class. Matthew ignored Alfred completely; he stared at his novel and smiled softly. He flipped the page and continued reading.

"…hey, shouldn't you go with Mr. Jones?" Riku asked, looking over at his friend.

"No, I'm not going with him. He can take care of himself. He's done it f-f-f-for years," he spat out and sighed.

Riku sighed. "What if he needs you?"

Matthew looked at Riku and sighed, gathering his things and walking out of the classroom. He caught sight of Alfred's leaving figure and chased after him. "Alfred!"

Alfred looked back at the voice and smiled sadly. "Hey…"

Matthew caught up with Alfred and let out a tired sigh. "What…w-what happened?"

"Mom's dead and dad's out of jail…," he said.

His brother blinked and trembled, looking at Alfred as tears fell down his cheeks. "How…h-how can she be d-d-dead?"

He hugged his little brother, assuring him it'll be alright. "I don't know. I-I just don't know."

Matthew closed his eyes and buried his head into Alfred's chest. "Sh-she can't be…you are ly-lying."

I'm not, Mattie. Trust me," he said, hugging tighter as tears escaped his eyes.

Matthew let out a sob and gripped Alfred's shirt. "Alfred…don't leave me…I am so alone…"

"I just got to talk to you again, so I'm never leaving you, Mattie."

Matthew nodded and sighed, wiping the tears away. "I shouldn't cry."

Alfried smiled, wiping away his own tears. "Yeah."

Matthew pulled away and sighed heavily. "No good comes from tears…"

"Not at all," sighed Alfred.

Mathew smiled and looked away. "Go back to class. The class will go crazy without you."

"Hey, do you have anywhere to live? I've got my apartment. You could live with me if you don't—"

"I…I have a place to live," Matthew lied and put on his fake smile.

"Oh, well," he sighed. "Come on, let's get back there."

Matthew nodded and walked to class, returning to his seat. Alfred walked in as well and continued his lesson.

A busty Brazilian girl ran into the classroom. "I'm sorry! I'm late!"

"It's okay, Mr. Santos. Take you seat," he said.

Matthew looked up and blushed, looking down at his notes. He continued to write and tremble, his lips pressed tightly.

The girl nodded and sat down next to Matthew, looking over at him? "Are you okay?" she asked in a heavy Brazilian accent.

Matthew nodded and blushed, whispering, "Y-yes…I'm f-f-fine."

"Okay," she singsonged and started scribbling down notes in her notebook. Matthew sighed and looked ahead, his eyes blank. Alfred kept the lesson going until the bell rang.

"See you tomorrow, everyone," he said when the bell rang.

Matthew smiled and gathered his things. He walked to Alfred and smiled. "Take care of yourself, dear brother."

"You too, Mattie," he smiled and ruffled his hair.

Matthew laughed softly and walked out, holding his books close. Alfred stayed at his sea, waiting for his next and final class of the day.

Nikolai opened the door, making a small creaky noise. "Mr. Jones?" He asked after Matthew left. "Are you Mr. Jones?"

"Yes, I am. May I ask who you are?" he asked as he looked at Nikolai.

"Nikolai Arlovskaya, Ivan Braginski's brither," he muttered. "The office would like to see you."

He nodded and got up to go to the office.

"Yes? You said you wanted to see me?"

A brunette woman looked up. "Oh, hey!" she greeted. "Uh, one of the staff members will be here. I'm Hannah, junior secretary."

Alfred nodded and sat down. The girl scurried away and a tired woman claimed her vacant seat.

"Mr. Jones, is it?" she asked, stashing her cigarettes in her pocket.

"Yes, why was I called down?"

"A transferee, just transferred here, has come to my attention. I'd like one of I'd like one of your students to guide her around."

Alfred nodded. "Who is she?"

"Ms. Myun-Hi Park. Mary, I heard she likes to be called. Most people call her TOKG, though I'm not sure why."

He nodded again. "I'll have Kirkland guide her around."

"Thank you, dismissed. Hannah, get back here!"

Hannah came back to her seat and smiled meekly. "Bye!"

"Bye, it was nice to meet you," he said, getting up to go find Arthur.

Gilbert

Gilbert smiled and pulled Arthur along with him, pass Mikaru's classroom and down a few corridors till they arrived at an empty room. Opening the room, Gilbert walked in with Arthur and closed the door, making sure to lock it.

"Let's have some fun, Art," he said with a smirk.

A small smirk played on his lips. "Yes, lets," Arthur said, leaning in to kiss Gilbert, wrapping his around the other's neck. Gilbert wrapped his around Arthur's waist and nibbled on his bottom lip, asking for an entrance. Arthur obliged and opened his mouth, allowing him in. Gilbert thrust his tongue into Arthur's mouth, rubbing it against the other's. His hands went to Arthur's bum; he picked up Arthur so he could wrap his legs around his waist. Arthur moaned into Gilbert's mouth, wrapping his legs around his waist, holding Gil closer. Gilbert carried Arthur to an unoccupied desk and sat him down, his hands going to the front of Arthur's pants. He undid the belt and the zipper. Slipping his hands inside, he stroked him.

"Ah…m-must you t-tease me?" he moaned.

"You're too fun to tease, Arthur. Your moans are just too cute." Gilbert kissed down Arthur's neck, using his free hand to undo the button of his shirt, exposing his bruised chest. A growl left Gilbert's throat as he gazed at all of them—all in different stages of healing. "I hate vhat he does to you, Arthur. It makes my blood boil." Gilbert kissed Arthur's lips then looked in his eyes. "Please, this needs to stop."

Arthur looked away. "I know it does…it's just..," he sighed, "just that I'm scared. I'm too scared to do anything. He threatened me if anyone found out…what he would do to me."

"Arthur, he can't hurt you…please, let me do something. I'm scared one day you'll go back and never come back." Gilbert pulled the other into a hug and buried his face in the crook of his neck. "Ve can protect you; ve can put that bastard behind bars, and you can live vith me, Vati, and Luddy! Vati already likes you, and Luddy respects you. They vorry about you, too."

"I can assure you I don't plan on dying anytime soon. He's not going to kill me." He let out a small smile. "And as much as I would love him in jail, his threats…I know he would follow through with them if I did that. And if he found out, you know I'd be screwed."

"Not if I have something to say about it." Gilbert pulled away to look in Arthur's eyes again. "Promise me, if he does this one more time, you'll call me—day or night. I'll be there in a flash and beat the shit out of the motherfucker, alright?"

"I'm not going to promise anything, but if things get too bad, then I'll call you," Arthur said. "But I will promise you that I won't let him kill me."

"Stubborn bastard." Gilbert flicked his forehead.

He smirked and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, arrogant asshole."

Gilbert smirked at the nickname and roughly palmed Arthur. "Vhat vas that?" he asked, palming Arthur through his boxers.

"Nhh…s-screw…ah…y-you," he moaned.

"I'd much rather by screwing you, Eyebrows." Gilbert kissed down Arthur's chest, kissing every bruise and wound he had. He looked up at him.

"Then do it already." Gilbert smirked and pulled Arthur's pants and boxers off.

"Vith pleasure." He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking and wetting them, pulling them out with a wet pop. He parted Arthur's legs and traced his entrance. He pressed one finger in, letting him get used to it. Arthur gasped, arching his back.

Gilbert thrust the finger in and out before adding another and, soon after, a third, curling and scissoring his fingers, stretching Arthur. The latter moaned with pleasure, bucking his hips into his hand. Gilbert pulled his fingers out when he felt Arthur was stretched enough. He undid his own pants and aligned himself with Arthur's entrance, hooking the other's leg around his hip and one over his shoulder.

"Ready, Art?"
Arthur nodded with approval. Getting his sign of approval, he slowly pressed his length in until he was buried to the hill. Gilbert waited for Arthur to get to his size.

"G-Gil. Y-you know you d-don't have to be gentle," he said offering a small smile. "We've d-done this a lot b-before."

"Ja, ja, but you're so tiny anyone vould be vorried about snapping you like a twig," Gilbert chuckled and started moving his hips.

"Aha…t-that…nhhh…feels good," Arthur moaned, wrapping his arms around Gilbert's neck.

Alfred came up to the door, hearing moans. "…..What the hell?" he said as he opened the door.

Arthur's eyes widened and he stiffened as he heard Alfred enter. "Shit!"

"What the hell did I just walk in to?"

Arthur pushed Gilbert off of him. "We're in so much trouble," he muttered.

Gilbert stood up straight and fixed his shirt and pants. "Hallo, Mr. Jones."

"Kirkland, I need you to guide a new student around the school. You two will come to my class when he's done for detention."

"Detention?! Vhy?! It's not like ve vere doing something that you vouldn't do vith Mr. Kirkland," Gil retorted, a scowl on his face.
Alfred glared at Gilbert and walked out. "Fine. Go to the office when he's done."

Arthur sighed as he put his clothes back on. Gilbert gave him a sheepish grin.

"Vell, vhat do you know? Ve got caught kesese."

" I had a bad feeling about this. Though I didn't thing we would get caught either," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"Vell, I don't regret it. Kesese. His face vas priceless!" Gilbert laughed.

Arthur chuckled nervously. "Yea, it was pretty funny," he said. "I'll see you late," he grinned walking out of the room.

Gilbert waved to Iggy as he left, shouting, "Meet me by the entrance after school, alright?"

Alfred

Alfred walked back to his class, only to have his phone once again ring in the middle of his walk there. "Yes?" he asked.
"Hello, Alfred," the voice said venomously, hatred directed at Alfred. "I'll be coming over to your apartment today," the voice said.
"Oh, Dad, it's nice to hear you again," Alfred said in a bittersweet voice. He could feel the glare in his father's voice.
"Yes, it's been too long since I've seen you."
Great, now I have Dad coming over, Alfred thought as he hung up.

Mikaru

Mikaru stretched. Seeing that he had the last period free, he headed to the library. Waving hi to Michalle, the young librarian from Seychelles, he made his way through the endless catacombs of bookshelves until he reached the Magic, Myth, and Legends section in the secluded and forgotten part of the library.
Running his hand over the dusty spines of books of all sizes, he said, "Humans are quite annoying. That's why I like books; they make much better company."

Arthur

Arthur sighed as he nervously walked down to the principal's office. How could he be so stupid? They were bound to get caught one of these days. Sooner or later and he was hoping for later.

Arthur opened the office to see Gilbert was already there.

Gilbert sat in the chair in an intense glaring match with the Vice Principal. Arthur walked in, sitting in one of the chairs, staring at the ground.

"Hello, Mr. Beilschmidt."

"Hallo, Arthur," Mr. Beilschmidt answered, not breaking his staring match with his eldest son. "I've heard you two vere acting inappropriately on school grounds. Care to explain yourselves?" Gilbert went on to answer. "Arthur, you speak first. At least, I know you'll speak some ounce of truth." Gilbert crossed his arms and grumbled.

Arthur glared at Gil and scratched the back of his neck. "Well, sir…after lunch…," his voice trailed off.

Mr. Beilschmidt stared at Arthur, waiting for him to continue.

Gilbert scoffed. "Then ve got horny and decided to fuck in a classroom, so vhat?"

Mr. Beilschmidt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Vhy must you be like this. Your brother, Ludwig, is so vell-behaved. Vhy can't you be like him?" he said under his breath, but Gilbert heard him.

"Vell, I'm sorry I can't be mein stick-up-his-ass little bruder!" Gilbert stood up, smacking his father's desk.

Arthur watched the two, sighing as he knew of his friend's temper. Gilbert glared at his father, who stared back at him with an even expression. Turning on his heel, he made his way to the door.

"And vhere are you going? Ve aren't done here!" Mr. Beilschmidt yelled after him.

"I'm leaving! I already know the drill anyvay. One veek detention and I have to clean out the science ving!" With that, he stomped out of the office and walked down the halls and made his way to the rooftop.

"I'm going to go after him," Arthur said, standing up and walking to the door. His hand on the door knob, he turned his head back to the Vice Principal. "Please, don't call my father and tell him about this."

Mr. Beilschmidt looked at Arthur. "You know I have to. This is not just ditching a class or two."

"Do you have any idea what will happen if you tell him?!"

"You vill be scolded by an angry parent. Maybe he can get you straighten out your act. Arthur, you're a bright kid. I hate vhat Gilbert is doing to you. He's pulling you down with his antics."

He scoffed at 'scolded'. "But it's none of my father's bloody business what the Hell I do at school!" he said, his voice steadily rising. "And I may be smart, but still. And Gilbert isn't bringing me down, you know."

"Arthur, I'm sure your father vill like to know vhat is going on in your life," he said, shuffling through the papers on his desk. "And, yes, Gilbert is. I know, you're bright, but you miss so many classes because of him you are dismal. I think it's better for you if you terminate this friendship of yours."

"But—" he cut himself off, seeing how useless it was. "Whatever. I'm leaving," he said as he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Mr. Beilschmidt sighed and picked up the phone, dialing Mr. Kirkland's number.

Mr. Kirkland answered the phone. "Hello. Who is this?"

"Hello. This is Mr. Beilschmidt, Vice Principal at Hetalia High. I'm calling about your son, Arthur Kirkland."