Girl with a Gun (a Hetalia story) {UNDER EDIT}

Why Do People Set Up Friendships for Others? It's Annoying

Shortly after lunch later that same day Midori was tasked with bringing papers to a different classroom. Something about copies getting mixed up in the workroom. Grudgingly she had obliged and now walked the hallways trying to find the correct classroom. Once she found it and opened the doors eyes were on her. It seemed to be an English class and the students were reading silently.

Midori crossed the room in a few easy strides and held out the stack of papers. "Mr.Metic mixed up copies," was the only thing she said. The teacher thanked her and accepted the stack while pulling a separate one off her desk. Donovan's papers. Midori took the stack and turned on her heel to leave. Feeling the eyes of students on her during the entire exchange. From the corner of her eye, however, she spotted a few of the new students promptly ignoring her for their books. The small change was welcomed.

When she returned to her class Donovan stood at the front of the room with an announcement. "Around this time we have gym. But since a different class scheduled for the track- we'll be joining the rest of your group for Gym class today. Maybe even regularly. Though, I'll still be your instructor so don't take orders from the other teachers, "Donovan explained.

Midori scoffed quietly and leaned on the doorway. "Since when do we do gym?" She muttered.

"Exactly, Midori" He answered, patting her head and walking past into the hall. Midori glared after him and grudgingly followed after with her new classmates in tow.

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To Midori, Donovan was so peppy that day simply because he had actual students to teach. Which made her wonder exactly how long that feeling would last until it burned out and mellowed along with it. The four students reached the track, though only three actually started walking it like the other class did. Midori instead ditched and decided to scale the tree Donovan was watchfully standing under.

The class lapped a few times before three students wandered over to chat with Donovan.

"What subject do you teach?" said a teenager with sandy blond hair. He had blue eyes that held the same excitement as Donovan's did except his were shielded by glasses. Donovan leaned against the tree trunk with arms crossed and a smile on his face.

"I teach alot of the subjects actually. Mainly since my class doesn't switch students every period," Donovan answered he glanced at me.

"Why's that" the boy standing beside the first asked. He had a heavy British accent. Blond hair was brighter and messier than the other boy's. He had the prettiest emerald eyes Midori had ever seen. Even if they were underneath bushy, but well-kept eyebrows.

"I used to teach only one student," Donovan answered. Sighing in faux annoyance.

"One student?" The final new student asked. His golden blond hair was in a ponytail, tied by a black ribbon, over one shoulder. He had blue eyes, like the first boy, yet these ones seemed calmer and aged. All three of them struck a few bells to Midori, yet she couldn't figure out exactly which ones.

"Yeah, I teach that stubborn thing in the tree above us," Donovan pointed above the to the large branch concealed by a heavy thicket of leaves directly over their heads. On which Midori sat, one leg hanging off the side and back leaning casually on the tree.

They looked up, searched where he was pointing, and then took up surprised looks when they finally spotted her. "I'm not stubborn," Midori hissed , tossing an acorn onto his head and silently smirking when it hit its mark.

"and I'm not a teacher. You're stubborn, Midori." Donovan rubbed his head and looked up. A frown on his face.

"There's a difference between being stubborn and being tired."

"If you're tired take a break, dudette" the American said. The bells clicked. Alfred Jones, one of the new students. She heard of very few, yet the face looked like it was from somewhere more than a glanced student record.

"Work rests for no one, I am no exception."

"It'd rest if you actually took the breaks you were offered." Midori childishly stuck out her tongue as Donovan dismissed the three wanderers back to their classmates.

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As Midori walked across the parking garage she shifted the strap of her bag from going over her chest to just one shoulder. Promptly dropping the books in the motorcycles' compartment once she reached it. She had just pulled on her helmet and dropped down the visor when her phone rang. The number was unknown yet she answered it anyways. Caution on her mind as she pulled off the helmet.

Quickly Midori put the phone to her ear and put weight on one leg. "Hello?"

"Hey, sorry for calling you. Mr.Metic gave me your number and said I had to call you after school?" It was the new student from her class, Feliks.

The only thought in Midori's mind was 'why the fuck?' "Why?" She asked in hardly concealed annoyance, digging through her backpack for her keys.

"Something about making friends," Feliks started, "mainly because we're new here and all." Midori could've sworn his voice was echoing slightly. Then she pinpointed it as him being in the same area as she.

"You're on the top floor of the parking garage, aren't you," Midori said after finding her keys and holding onto them tightly.

"How did you...?" The boy asked, more surprised than suspicious.

Midori looked around to find Feliks standing farther down the way with a taller brown haired boy. Both of their backs to her. She sighed, "one second." The she hung up and dropped the phone into her bag. Closing the compartment and starting the bike before walking it over to the two. Balancing the helmet on the seat with her hip. She cleared her throat once she stopped.

Feliks whirled around and stuffed his pink cased phone away in his back pocket, laughing almost nervously. The boy beside him couldn't be any older than seventeen. His almost dull shoulder length brown hair was in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. Though his light blue eyes were bright and soft.

Deciding to be polite, Midori held out her hand in greeting. "I don't think we've met. I'm Midori Black."

"I'm Toris, Toris Laurantis" He answered, shaking her hand and letting it fall back to his side. Toris had an air of nervousness around him and it showed in the way he shifted weight from foot to foot. Midori went back to holding the handles of her bike.

"So what're you two doing up here? You drive?" Midori asked.

"Yeah, we both missed the bus this morning. So I drove Toris and myself here. Plus crowds make him nervous," Feliks laughed loudly as he recalled that morning.

"I'd advise you to get a pass from the office if you continue to drive. They will tow."

"Right- good idea. I don't wanna lose my car again..." Midori ignored this for Feliks' next question. "So Midori are we, like, friends?"

She pondered it for a moment. If she agreed Donovan would be off both of their backs and it would look better on her if she accepted friendship instead of giving in to the tell-tale rumors of her bitchiness. "Sure, why not. It gets Donovan off your back about friend making I'm all for it. Sorry about him, by the way."

"Are you close to Mr.Metic?" Toris asked.

"Sort of. He's known my uncle for a long time." Midori's watch beeped, she cursed under her breath when she saw the time. "Shit I gotta go, I have work." Midori pulled the helmet on, visor up, and easily got on the bike.

"See you tomorrow," Feliks waved. Midori nodded, flipped the visor down, and took off.

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Next up-we get to see Midori's work.

ANOTHER impulse edit on 26/02/18 where I changed Midori's first person POV into third person limited. Enjoy.