Teacher!Hetalia x Student!Reader .:English:. Pt. 1

"So? Which class is it?" Rin asked, catching up to you. You sighed. "English." Great. You HATED English. Sure, you were an excellent writer, but English was so hard, confusing, and boring as heck. Not to mention all English teachers were snotty bastards who did anything to make sure the students knew they were top dog. "Me too." Rin said, smiling. You walked to class, the depressed look on your face back again.

"Which room is it?" You asked, exploring the East Wing. "I can't remember, genius!" Rin told you. "I left the map in my locker!" You glared at her as a young man walked over, a smile present on his face. "Is there anything I can do for you, ladies?" He asked, those emerald eyes sparkling. He was handsome, with shaggy blonde hair and thick eyebrows that made him look rather....cute. and there was that accent. That damn, sexy British accent. "Um...yeah....we're looking for English class." You said, as Rin adjusted her bow. "Oh, yes. That would be down the North wing, the fourth room to the left." He said. You nodded. "Thanks!" Grabbing Rin's arm, you headed the opposite direction and to the North wing. "He was awfully cute." She said, smiling. You sighed. "He's probably just a helper. You know they don't stay for too long. Plus, I'm only a student." You told her, trying to quicken your stride. You didn't need any teasing from your best friend.

Luckily, you arrived in English class with two minutes to spare. Sitting in the back of the class, you took the journal with the post-it that said, "Put full name here." You did as instructed, then looked at the board. "Write down pre-class journal prompt then answer it." Sounded simple. "Today's prompt: How did you feel about your summer vacation? How about going back to school? Express your emotions in any form." Feelings of sadness began to pile up. You wrote down a little story about a girl who was new to a school and felt like she was alien. It was detailed greatly, with metaphors and comparisons all over the place. Before you knew it, the rest of the students were set in, writing down their thoughts. The teacher, however, was not present. The door opened, and a blonde man with evergreen eyes walked in. He had very thick eyebrows, though he was still very handsome. You felt Rin poke you. "Isn't that the guy from before?!" You nodded. "I think so." The man wrote something else on the board: "Mr. Kirkland." So that's what his name was. He turned around to the class, his smile still there. "'Ello, students. Welcome to English class. I am Arthur Kirkland, you shall address me as Mr. Kirkland, not 'Artie', not 'Mr. Kirk', or not even 'Hey, you.' You will act as the gentlemen and ladies that I know you are, and if these rules do not satisfy your needs, the door is to my left. So, shall we begin?" He began to walk around the room, collecting the journals. "Every day at the beginning of English class, a new prompt will be written on the board. You will have ten minutes to write down both the date, the prompt, and your response. You may answer to the prompt in any form of writing, poems, stories, even if it's just a short little drabble about puppies. I do not care. However, I am expecting you to be creative since I read every single journal entry that you write. That is how I teach my classroom." You sighed, not because of the rules, but because of the fact that you only knew your English teacher for 10 minutes and you already had a crush on him. Great, [Name]. You're so pathetic. "Today we will jump right to our story and start reading one of my favorite books as a child, filled with all fairytales imaginable." A boy raised his hand. "But Mr. Kirkland, this is English class. Not a magic class." The blonde man turned away. "This is my class, we will follow my courses. Is that clear?" The whole class nodded. "Jolly good, then."

The Brother's Grimm book was not what you expected out of Mr. Kirkland. He started looking at the journals ater he assigned the first story, Hansel and Gretel. You were just at the part when Hansel was getting fattened up when your teacher said, "Alright, class. Close your books so I can give further instruction." As the class did so, you noticed that he had all of the journals by his side. One was away from the rest, and that was yours. "Every day at the end of class, I will read the best journal entry out of the lot of you. While you are reading, I am reading as well. Today I picked an entry by a student who really stood out to me, even for being quiet." You slumped down in your seat. "'Do I know this world? It seems as if I was a baby bird with no guidance. People stared at me like I am alien. The new girl is another word for fresh meat. I have feared this day ever since my mum broke the news to me. This is all so different to me. Do I know this world?" Mr. Kirkland seemed so happy with your journal entry. You tried to hide yourself as the bell rang, Rin asking you if that was your work. But sadly, you could not hide from the green eyed man. "Ms. [Surname], I would like for you to discuss someone with me after school hours. Come see me at 4:00, I will be in here." You looked at him, but instead of seeing an unsatisfied face, you saw him smiling calmly. "Yes, Mr. Kirkland." You were about to walk away when you heard, "Call me Arthur, love."