Hetalia x Reader (shorts, bonuses, scenarios and previews)

The "Promiscuous" Adjective (Teacher!England)

To the boy who received my first "I love you". I'm sorry for how things ended between us and though I can't say I want you back, I'm grateful for the memories. You ruined "milady" for me, but still.

WARNING: Mild cursing and really, really mild lime. ALSO, the Reader is in her early 20s here, anything lower and I'll throw up. England is in his late 20s.

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Name liked to see herself as a smart girl. Maybe not the typical academic scholar with a 1.0 GPA that never faltered, but she knew she was gifted in the arts. The art of literature at least. Poetry and prose, she lived and breathed for those two things. She was intuitive, too, always knowing when to be brave and when to be a fool. Yes, she was indeed a smart, talented girl. So why, she enquired herself for an answer, why was she staring at Mr. Kirkland in a way that could get him in jail?

"...And now can anybody please refresh my memory, what did Shakespeare mean with the term: star-cross'd lovers?" Mr. Kirkland raised his head to his class but not before pushing a key on his laptop.

The projector then showed a new image. It was Romeo as he climbed up the balcony and into the arms of his Juliet. The entire lesson was a review of what they all learned in middle school and earlier years in high school. Some of the students were half-asleep while the ones who were awake didn't raise a hand, not even Name who was considered the most active in two classes: English, and World History.

Mr. Kirkland sighed inwardly, refusing to show the growing irk at the lazier students as he was determined to keep up the gentleman façade. Almost out of reflex, he called out her last name.

When he turned to look at her, her eyes widened and she blushed before looking away. He cocked an eyebrow before calling her name again. This time, she gulped and responded "Y-yes, sir?"

Surprised that she wasn't paying attention, he repeated his question "Would you be so kind as to tell us what Shakespeare meant when he coined the term: star-cross'd lovers?" He didn't scold her for spacing out, this was the first time she did it. In his class at least.

"Right, um" She licked her teeth, but didn't make eye contact when she answered "Star crossed lovers are two people who can't be together"

"Care to expand?"

She took a deep breath, composing herself before finally finding the courage to face her teacher "The 'stars' are basically heaven—destiny is against them even when it arranged for them to 'cross' paths. Basically, two people are brought together by fate and even though they fall in love, circumstances and outside forces complicate the chances of them ever being together"

Mr. Kirkland nodded, smiling "Very good. At least someone here actually bothers to do research" He winked and the girl giggled, the little butterflies were cooking up a hurricane in her middle.

"Now, aside from the obvious" He gestured at the two lovers pictured behind him "Who else can be considered star crossed lovers?"

Knowing that he was still talking to her, Name replied automatically "Tristan and Iseult, Lancelot and Guinevere, Paolo and Francesca, Eloise and Abelard... The list goes on. Even now, maybe two lovers are separated by an invisible wall" She whispered, getting lost in her fantasies again.

Mr. Kirkland clapped "Excellent, thank you, Ms. Lastname" Just as when he returned to his desk, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

The Englishman shouted in reminder "Remember to pass your sonnets tomorrow, it's going to be worth 30 percent of your grades!" However, his voice was lost in the shuffling of shoes and mixed murmuring of the young people. Soon the students had exited the room.