Welcome to English/Literature Class

Victoria stood in front of her desk. "Well, I am a British woman but I grew up in a very high class home where etiquette, manners and culture were always required to be taught. I am fluent in French and I love to read literature and educate young minds, such as yourself. I can play seven instruments but my favorite is my violin and I am also a graduate from Gakuen Hetalia Academy."

Victoria put a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

"Ah, I see," Francis chuckled a bit and smiled, comfortable at getting to know a bit about his teacher already on the first day. "Violin is a rather beautiful instrument, in both sight and sound. How long have you been teaching, Miss Kirkland?" He asked curiously, pausing for a moment to write his name on his paper, straighten up, and turn it in.

"A few years but I've been playing violin since I was twelve."

She took his paper and put it with the others on her desk.

"How lovely." Francis smiled, brushing his hair back. "I suppose it's good to start young, mademoiselle. Makes it a bit easier to learn." He replied, sauntering over back to his seat.

Victoria sat back in her chair and read herself a book as she waited for her next students.

Romano, who had finally escaped his brother from the library, headed to his class. "If I'm lucky this one won't be here as well..." he grumbled to himself, a few steps away from the door. Opening it, his hopes were shattered when he saw the female sitting at a desk. "Damn." was all he said, barely audible to anyone but himself as he sat as far away from her as possible. He looked at his watch, sighing loudly and resting his head on the palm of his hand, staring at a random direction. The Italian wasn't in the mood for this.

The Victorian woman took out her pocket watch and looked at the time. "Hmph. On time. For once Feliciano Vargas." She put the book down on the desk and stared at the two Italian males.

The Italian turned to the two, scowl making it obvious he doesn't want to deal with either of them. Watching his brother pant, he rolled his eyes at the stupidity. "Thats what you get for taking a siesta idiota! Maybe next time you'll actually try to think!" Romano hissed at his brother, and turned back away from the two, finding the wall more interesting.

Victoria shot a glare at the other Vargas. "I have heard about you too Romano Vargas. I heard you like to use insulting language but not in my class sir. This is ENGLISH and I expect that you speak like an Englishman." She turned her head to Feliciano and took off her reading classes. "Why don't you take a seat, young man?"

After making sure the two Italians were seated, Victoria turned their attention to the board. "As for starters, you can write me a paragraph, 5 sentences, about yourself. This is your warm-up. Generally, warm-ups should be completed in the first 10 minutes of class but this will also be counted for an assignment. It is due at the end of the class period. You may start now."

"Humph. Whatever. I'm Italian in case you haven't noticed, so I won't be turning into your Englishman any time soon." He shot back, then looked over at his brother. "Fratello, don't flirt with a teacher, shes nothing but a vecchia megera." Romano sneered in response, fishing out paper from his bag as well as a pen.

Ouch O.o I understood that!

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Victoria turned her head towards the American. "I'll take it but you'll have SOME credit, not all." She turned to the Italians. "Get to work!"