A/N: SUP, THIS IS MY SECOND EVAR FANFICTION. ENJOY.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Alfred squeezed his younger brother's hand comfortingly. This wasn't the first time they had to move schools. Their father didn't seem to fit in anywhere, flitting from one job to the next all over the country. He didn't mind it too much, after all it could be a lot worse, but for Mattie it was awful. They were only one year apart but they were as different as they could be.

Alfred was used to being called annoying, big-mouthed and chatty, his happy-go-lucky personality never failing to piss off more than a few people, but despite that he found it easy to find friends. Mattie however was so shy he sometimes seemed to turn invisible, being left forgotten in a corner somewhere.

"Don't worry Mattie, you'll make a friend this time, I know it!" He reassured. The younger merely nodded, staring at the bustling school gates as if they had grown fangs. "Easy for you to say, Mr Popular." He said in a voice as quiet as the breeze. Alfred frowned slightly. That was one thing; his brother's voice was so soft, no wonder people forgot about him so much. It was like he was permanently whispering.

The bell rang, making the brothers jump in unison. They hurried into the building, not wanting to be late on their first day. After the panic of trying to find their rooms for roll call, they parted. Alfred entered the classroom ten minutes late and explained to his teacher – a pissed off blonde with caterpillars hanging off his forehead – that he was new and was seated next to a boy with longish brown hair and a vaguely apologetic expression who introduced himself as Toris.

By the time the bell rang for first period, he knew everyone in the class. As his first class was art, he followed Toris and his two friends Raivis and Eduard who were all in his art class. He liked them, even if they were a bit quiet. Toris seemed pretty cool, like he was nice and didn't mind listening to his ranting as much as a lot of other people seemed to, and Eduard was just as into technology as he was – perhaps more even – so he knew all these cool hacks and shit he could use, and Raivis... was kinda cute and shy, yet a little shaky, not unlike Matthew in a way.

As he was rambling on about the price of hamburgers (which is expensive as shit), he didn't realise that his three new friends' steps were slowing down dramatically as if they were lagging.

When they were outside the door the trio stopped dead, each with matching terrified looks on their faces. Finally realising, Alfred slowed to a stop next to them. "Why are we stopping?" He looked from their expressions to the door and back again. Raivis glanced fearfully at Eduard. "Y-you open it." He mumbled. Eduard shook his head vigorously and nudged Toris with his arm, who shuddered before beginning to slowly reach out an arm. There was a crowd behind them now.

Why did they stop? And why was the rest of the class standing behind them with equally terrified looks on their face? He began to tap his foot impatiently. Toris' hand was hovering over the handle. Well, if no one was going to open it, then he would. Being a hero and all that. So, without hesitation, Alfred swung the door open only to be completely taken aback in shock.

The room was piled high with sunflowers. There were sunflowers hanging from the light fitting, swinging off the fan and scattered over the table. The walls were hung with pictures of them and in the middle was a giant canvas painting of a sunflower field, only half finished with an incredibly tall man with sandy hair, a long tawny coat and sparkling violet eyes standing before it, painting with an expression somewhat equivalent to lust.

As the door opened the man turned and gave them a wide, chilling grin. "Good morning my dears." He said with a heavy Russian accent. "G-Good morning S-Sir." The class chorused. Finally recovering from his shock Alfred took a step forward and beamed at who appeared to be his new art teacher. "Alfred F. Jones at your service!"

Ivan looked down at the new student. He was by far the cutest one he had, with a smile as wide as the equator and eyes the colour of the sky in spring. What struck him the most was how much the sixteen-year-old resembled a sunflower. He wanted this kid; Alfred F. Jones. He wanted him and there was no way anything was going to stop him.

"Ahlo, Alfred. I am Mr. Braginski. Come sit over here my pet." His voice sent shivers down Alfred's back. He wasn't sure he liked his art teacher; there was an air around him that screamed out pedophile. He followed at a distance, eyeing the man warily. Toris, Raivis and Eduard followed him.

"Today we will be painting sunflowers!" His teacher exclaimed. Someone let out a groan which ended abruptly when he was directed with a sharp glare. There was a lot of noise as they all scrambled to get the best paint brushes and argued over paint before everything calmed down and they began to sketch out their sunflowers.

Alfred had never been good at art. In fact, he failed drastically. The flowers were completely out of proportion and they looked more like spiders. Sighing in defeat at his failed art work, he pulled an apron over his head and was about to attempt painting it when his hand was seized by another much larger than his. He yelped in shock as he suddenly felt his teacher's body press up against his. "Nyet, my dear student. Try it this way."

Ivan replaced the paint brush in Alfred's hand with a pencil and expertly let it drift over the canvas, his mind clouding over slightly as a single great sunflower seemed to miraculously appear out of the pencil lines. He could feel his new pet shivering slightly under him and reluctantly let go. "That's how you draw a sunflower." He smiled, petting the boy's hair before turning away, his smile widening as he pictured what he would look like on his hands and knees begging for more.

"Mattie!" Alfred charged towards his younger brother and glomped him hard. "Mattie, meet anyone nice?" Matthew blushed slightly. "So far no one has really spoken to me... as usual." Alfred let go of Matthew and gestured to his new friends. "This is Toris, Raivis and Eduard. Guys, this is my baby bro, Mattie." He flashed a million watt smile and the three nodded awkwardly in recognition before taking a seat and pulling out their lunches.

"So what do you have next?" Alfred asked in an attempt to make conversation. "Um... art." Said Matthew, consulting his time table. "With Mr Braginski." Alfred shuddered at the teacher's name. "He's a creep. They shouldn't even be letting a guy like that teach. All he does is walk around perving on you when you're trying to concentrate on drawing sunflowers. I swear, there's something wrong with that guy. Don't get me wrong, sunflowers are awesome, but seriously? You'll see when you get there."

Matthew nodded shyly, wondering just how bad he could be as the others went into their own conversation, forgetting all about him once again.

Matthew made his way to the art room. This Mr Braginski seemed like a real creep, according to Alfred. He didn't want to go anywhere near that room. His whole class was standing outside, pushing and daring each other to open the door. In the end a Japanese boy who he knew as Kiku Honda braved the task, his mouth set in a stern line as he did so. The class filed in, lagging behind as much as they dared. Matthew took a deep breath and entered the room to be blinded by sunflowers. Alfred was right, his art teacher was obviously obsessed with them on the borderline of freaky.

And then his heart stopped. The most beautiful creature he had ever seen stepped out from behind a door in the far corner of the art room. Silky hair the colour of pancakes with sparkling eyes violet as the lavender he took care of at home, his soft, peach lips curved upwards in a joyous smile, his skin pale as the snow he loved so much to play around in during the beloved winter. Everything he had ever loved in one gorgeous human form.

But he couldn't be the same Mr Braginski his older brother had been talking about, could he? His art teacher opened his mouth to let out a giggle bright and mellow as the sun, melting across the room like snow in the beginning of spring. "Morning. I'd like you all to continue on with your projects." Matthew felt like he was melting into the floor.

"U-um, s-sir I'm n-new, m-my name is M-Mathew." He stuttered. Ivan turned a curious eye on his new prey, raising an eyebrow to see that he looked almost identical to his little sunflower in the year above. "Da, hello Matthew. Do you have a brother?" He nodded. "A-Alfred, Sir." Ivan nodded, smiling widely. This one seemed much more shy than his brother, blushing madly and fiddling with his fingers. "Ah, I had him just last period. Charming young man. We are drawing sunflowers dear Matthew. Would you like help?"

Matthew could feel his face burning. "N-no! I mean, I-I'm fine." Ivan doubted this. The fifteen-year-old was acting like a blushing school girl. He, like his brother, was adorable but... he preferred the bright, strong type. The type that could snap in his grasp. "Nyet, let me help little one."

He guided Matthew to a canvas, grabbing a pencil and pen on the way. Like he did with Alfred, he slipped the pencil into his student's grasp and guided his hand across the canvas. He felt the breath catch in Matthew's chest and he froze in his grasp. Interesting. He felt the younger learn back slightly, probably subconsciously into him. He experimented in moving his leg slightly to match up with his students, causing him to stiffen once again, but not exactly pull away. He wasn't an expert at romance, but as far as he could tell it seemed almost that the younger had developed a bit of a crush on him. His smile broadened. If he was a bit more like Alfred this would be perfect. Either way, he would keep little Matthew entertained until he would eventually get his older brother. Yes, that's what he would do.

The rest of the day passed like a dream for Matthew. Before he knew it he was at home, gazing glassily at the television while Alfred flicked the channel. "Hey Mattie." He was snapped out of his daze by his older brother's voice. "Alfred?"

"You've been acting weird ever since you got sucked into art class. That creep didn't do anything did he?"

Matthew shook his head vigorously. "N-no! He helped me draw this amazing sunflower, he's really good at art!"

"Um, okay then. If you say so. He supposedly helped me draw a sunflower too, but really I think he was feeling me up. Seriously, it was scary. You're too naïve, Mattie."

Matthew chose not to answer this. His older brother was just being paranoid. There was no way that Mr Braginski was dangerous, he was really nice. So nice… he felt himself drifting away again, filled with thoughts of his new art teacher.

"Sir."

Ivan turned away from his artwork, absent mindedly swilling a half empty vodka bottle in his hand. "Gilbert. I am painting and on the verge of being sober which is not a good sign is it? Come back later when I'm wasted."

Gilbert scowled. "The new kid in my class. Alfred is it? He's your next one isn't he? So you'll just move on without a second thought?"

"Da. I do not commit to people, Gilbert. You always have known that. It will be a little while, he is not as open to me as you were. Now leave, I am painting. Don't make me say it twice or I won't prepare you at all this time."

Gilbert turned without a word and left the room. There was no way his teacher could just dump him like that. No way. This stupid new kid was going.