Hetalia Academy. That was the new school you were going to. You were nervous, changes scared you, especially a new high school, with new people and new friends. You sigh as you get out of the car. Saying goodbye to your mom, you walk into your new school.

You stare at your schedule. Your first class was World History with Mr. Alfred F. Jones. You slowly walk to the classroom, lofting your bag over your shoulder. You peek into the classroom, no one was there yet. Walking in, you set your bag next to the nearest desk and look at the posters on the wall.

"Admiring the posters, huh?" A loud voice says from behind you, making you jump in surprise. You turn around to see a man in his early twenties, with striking blue eyes and golden locks, with one defiant hair sticking up in the front.

You nod quickly. "You're the transfer student, right? What's your name?" The man, who was pretty damn hot, asks you.

"Y-yeah. My name is _. And you are?"

"I'm your History teacher! Mr. Alfred F. Jones, the hero!" You smile at his enthusiasm.

"Mr. Jones, when does class start?" You ask in confusion, wondering where everyone else was.

"Huh? Oh, eight AM! Looks like you're forty-five minutes early!" Alfred says. Shit, I'm early, and there's a really hot dude here with me, alone. You blush at the perverted thoughts that follow.

"O-oh." You stuttered, then he flashes another smile which only makes your blush darken. "Well, fuck. I mean—oh no, I didn't mean to curse, sir!"

"Oh it's alright, _! I don't mind!" Mr. Jones says looking you up in down. The back of your neck gets hot, oh you probably look like a tomato right now! You brush a stray hair behind your ear.

"W-well. I guess I'll go to my locker then…"

"You can stay here! I'd like to have a cutie like you help me prepare for class!" Mr. Jones says, you stifle a squeak when he calls you "cutie". Maybe being early isn't so bad after all.

-After class ends—

"Bye, Mr. Jones! You're an awesome teacher!" You say as you leave the classroom.

"Bye, dudette! See ya tomorrow!" Mr. Jones calls after you as you hurry to your next class, French with Mr. Francis Bonnefoy.