History Class

H I S T O R Y . C L A S S

D A Y I, c l a s s . A .

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The sound of winter boots tapping against the tile flooring echoed out in the hallway.

Ivan Braginski was on his way to the first history class, and was quite exited about the rest of the year. His signature scarf fluttered in the light wind that picked up at the Russian walked to his class at a rather fast pace. That's odd... he thought to himself. The hallways were oddly empty... shouldn't there be students on their way to class?

He flipped the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. After hearing the small 'click,' Ivan smiled a bit and pushed the door open. He was about to flip the lights on when suddenly, realization hit him;

He had forgotten to sound the signaling bell in the school to warn students classes were starting.

After making sure no young ones were around, the Ivan blurted a rather colorful Russian swear and sprinted back down the hall. He left the door to his history class open, just in case students remembered to come without need of the bell.

After bursting in his office, the Russian walked toward his desk. Now where was that little button...?

Ah, there is was. After punching his finger down on a white button on the wall, Ivan smiles with satisfaction as he heard the bell ring. He needed to get used to this...

With a content 'hmn,' Ivan stepped out of his office and headed back toward his class.

Appointment was a must to the Hungarians. One could say that diligence ran in their blood and quite frankly, Elizaveta Héderváry agreed to that theory. She was ready and eager about her first class. She was outside in the school yard together with her fellow classmates and other students. So much chattering... it annoyed her. That damned bell was supposed to have rung by now. "What's taking so long?", she asked quietly while checking her wristwatch. Her head tilted in the bell direction as it finally rang. She strolled to the doors. The Hungarian teenager had to push a few students who decided to slack for a little while longer out of her way. Her pace was so quick that she began to surpass most of the students.
Great. Now if only those annoying kids would step aside from the door or at least go inside and search for their classes. Grimacing Elizaveta pushed herself in the mob and squeezed herself past the doors.

At last. She already knew where her classroom was, so checking a secound time wasn't necessary. She walked straight ahead and halted right in front of the door. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she firmly grabbed the doorknob and twisted it to open the door.

The room was empty.

Hungary stood there in the door frame; her right eye twitching in annoyance. How she hated slackers! Not even the teacher who was the principal on top wasn't there!

The eighteen year old British girl entered the history class. She found herself a seat in the front of the class. She fairly knew that this class was to be taught by Ivan Braginski, the Principal. She knew she would have to be on her best behavior. The bell wouldn't ring and this made her wonder why. She looked at her silver pocket watch and saw that she was in fact on time. She sighed as she put her watch away and took out her book and began to read, waiting for the teacher and her fellow classmates to arrive.

Wandering around, Lovino heard the bell ring and muttered a few Italian curses. "Stupid Feliciano...making me get up for this..." he mumbled, luckily he had ditched his brother the second he gained a chance, and was next to the classrom. Entering cautiously, he looked over at the seat closest to the window in the back. "Tch..whatever." he said, walking over to the seat and plopping down on it, resting his head in his hands and giving a lazy yawn. "Lets just get this over with..." He heard from his brother's pointless rambles that the teacher was also the principle, which made the Italian scowl to himself. He looked at his watch, already counting down the minutes til the class ended.

Two boys running in the hallway, heading towards the the English Classromm, the Estonian stoppedh for a minute and looked at the History Classroom's door. He smiled, he knew a friend of his is in there. Probably sleeping or dying out of boredom. He walked slolwy towards the door, taking a deep breath as he look at the door knob attempting to open it. Who knows, they might be having a lecture now... Since He ad his brother are late for their English class. Oh what the hell... Its worth it.

He opened the door and firstly spotted Lovino. Ah right timing, he smild seeing the Southern Italian, he could definitely tell the man was bored. "Pst! Lovino!" happily trying to grabed the Italian's attention. The door was slightly open sticking his head into the class. As soon as he able to grabbed the Italian's attention., he gave him a wink and a flying kiss. Totally not aware of the intructor being it was the Principal. "Ugh!" Looks like his time is up visiting his friend. He was pulled by his younger brother, as they continue to run towards the English classroom.

Their voice fading "Latvia..! Slow down!"

Hey, guys... I'm so sorry for the failed attempt at getting class A going. I'm really busy irl. Hopefully things'll run smoother today with class B...

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The sound of the signaling bell rings out... but this time, it echoes right on time. Good.. the schedualing program he had installed actually works.

Ivan glanced around his classroom with a light sigh. This hadn't had run as smoothly as planned just to put it lightly.

"Alright, ai am sorry for the delay, kids." The Russian said. "Time to go to your next class."

Well...It's a new day. Time for a new shot at this. He thought to himself with a light smile. The Russian flipped the lightswitch on and pulled out a few maps of Pangaea and hung them up in view. Once the maps were set up and ready, Ivan picked up a peice a peice of chalk and wrote down on the black board:

hello and welcome to History class. Today we will break the ice. Write a three - paragraphed essay to start us off; First and second paragraph, tell us a bit about yourself and the way you learn. Third paragraph, any activies that you would like to do to aid your learning experience. Thank you.

Ivan stepped back to scan over his message to make sure his writing was legible. He already has plans for the class, but hey, a few suggestions wouldn't hurt.

After flashing a content smile, the Russian wandered over to his desk and sat, waiting for his class to come in.

When the starting bell rang out, Gilbert didn't bother to rush to class. He didn't give a flying fuck about school or grades. For a while, he remained leaning on the wall of the building that held his class, refusing to move until he finished his cigarette. With a sigh, he dropped the burning cigarette and extinguished it under his foot. He couldn't wait when class was over and he was free to cause trouble with Arthur... He wasn't called a delinquent for nothing.

The male walked at a slow pace to his classroom, dreading every step as he got closer and closer. He popped a stick of gum into his mouth to cover the lingering scent of tobacco. Hopefully his teacher won't notice. As he drew nearer to the history class, his mood considerably brightened when he heard a familiar voice through the door. Ivan Braginsky. Could his day get any better? While other students strived to act their best around their principal, Gilbert did everything he could to irritate him. And he had not forgotten their small encounter in the hallway near the library.

He cleared his throat and burst through the door, his overconfident smirk already plastered on. "Alright, 'Mr. Broski', before you mark me tardy, I have a perfectly legitimate reason..." He paused slightly for dramatic effect before continuing. "...I was trying to be tastefully late! Now where the hell do I sit?" He shot the Russian an challenging look before glancing about the classroom.

"Ai suggest you don't give to problems in dis class, Mr. Beildshmidt." The Russian responded cooly. At the moment, he was bent lightly over his desk and writing something down on a notebook of his. The Russian didn't look up as he spoke to the boy. Oh, this was going to be a fun year...

"Sit wherever you deem worthy, as long as et is in one of dose desks. You may begin the assignment written on the board." Light sarcasm could be detected with his first words...

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Bang -- "Oh!"

The Russian looked up from his notebook as the banging noise shot from just outside the door. Were those sobs he heard...?

With a slight frown, Ivan's chair skidded back as he stood and strode toward the door. He opened the door and allowed his eyes to drift to the sides before noticing the sobbing boy on the floor.

Amethyst irises blinked lightly in mild confusion, but that didn't stop a cheery smile from spreading across hia fare features.

"Privet." He greeted the boy. The large nation extended a gloved hand toward the red-haired student, as if offering to aid him to his feet.

"You are a history student, da?"

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He looked up at the bored and read the first assignment, "Hmmmm, how to start this assignment? Should I start from the very, very beginning or somewhere where I was a sexy pirate, hmmm what to pick? That is the question." He thought to himself, as he pulled out a notebook from his strap on backpack. He played around with his pen as he started to write the introduction about himself.

He couldn't help but sneer at the Russian's words. "I'm not making any promises." He took a look at the board at the front of the classroom, his jaw nearly dropping in surprise. "What?! A fucking essay on the first day of class?! You've got to be joking..." He groaned in complaint while running a hand through his mop of hair. In the midst of throwing a small tantrum, he did not hear the crying Italian just beyond the door. When Ivan had stood up and made his way over to the door, he merely stepped aside to make room. He figured he had to pee or something like that.

A smack on his shoulder and a that oh-so-recognizable voice of his friend stopped his griping. The male laughed and turned around, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I didn't recall that sneaking into classrooms was a contest now, dude. You should've given me a heads-up!" He threw an arm around the American's shoulder and muttered softly into his friend's ear. "Al, we should lock Mr. Broski out of his own classroom. At least then we wouldn't have to do that fucking essay of his..."

The cheery-looking Russian appeared to be quite oblivious to the Italian's expression of fear.

"You will be coming to my class den.. and of -- "

At the Italian's tattle-tailing words, he glanced to the side just in time to catch the American slipping into his class. An eyebrow quirked, yet he said nothing about yet. A thin smirk formed on his lips. No... not yet.

"As ai was saying..." The Braginski turned his eerie smiling gaze back to the italian. "You can.. just as long as you make sure you don't talk during class, da?"

People need to learn to reply quicker and actually get the work done xD Nothing in the class is getting done.But then again... I really have nothing to brag about when it comes to quick replies.. -le sad face-

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"Heh... looks like et it..." The Russian frowned a bit as he glanced to his watch. When did the time fly so quickly. Father Time never lends any slack... Ivan thought to himself with an inward sigh.

Suddenly, the large nation took a hold of the Italian boy's hand and pulled him into the classroom

"Alright everyone, in your seats. Now." Ivan let go of Feliciano's hand. but didn't stop walking until he was standing next to his desk.

"We still have a few minutes until de next class starte, so in dese few minutes ai want you to work on de essay. No one es leaving dis room until you turn et into me, da?" A cheery smile touched the Soviet's lips as those striking amethyst irises swept across the room. The last statement was directed more toward the blond and the albino in the room. Hmn... well, at lease they'll keep the class awake.

My name is Antonio F. Carriedo. I was born on the 12th of February. I honestly have a great memory when it comes to History, and other such subjects that I find interesting. I am horrible with mathematics and science related subjects.

I am considered by most to be extremely happy and go-luck type of guy. When things get bad for others I usually am the one who tries to get them back on their feet and with a smile on their faces. I also am a dancer. I know how to tango, salsa, and other dances that fill my body with a blood rush. Sword fighting is also something that I have experience in doing.

I hope to learn as much as possible about my friend's country and their personal experience's through out the years. I know that this 'short' essay sucks, so I'm just writing a bit more to make it look long and such other things. I do this in my English class in rl, too. Only when it's the conclusion, which I assume that the third paragraph is, no? Bye, see you next week.

'Oh no I'm late!' The young Latvian panicked as He ran to his history class. He was off to a bad start at his new school but what worried him the most was the fact that his boss was teaching this class. Knowing that he was going to get punished, Raivis cringed upon thinking what his punishment would be.

Finally, He reached his history class and taking a deep breath, opened the door and went inside. "S-Sorry I'm late Mr.Braginski....." He looked down slightly trying to avoid eye-contact with the teacher then slowly looked around the room at the other students. 'Where's Estonia?' He thought to himself with a gulp.