TF2 One Shots

Curse of the Dreaded AP Spanish Test (Brother!Spy x Reader)

Your P.O.V.

You know those times when you think to yourself, "Wow, I feel really confident in myself. I think I'm able to do (insert thing here)!" Haven't you ever done that and immediately regret your entire existence because of that momentary confidence boast?

Because that's exactly happening to me. You see, I'm currently living in America with my brother, Alexandre Callier, also known as the BLU Spy. I don't live in the BLU base, however. I sometimes stay over there, though, when I have the time.

I was currently in what the Americans call my "Senior year of high school". I can't disagree with them. I feel as old as my grandmother at home with all the work I've had to do here.

I banged my fist against the table in frustration. In my AP Spanish class, we had to write an essay tomorrow. Our teacher, Dr Sanchez was going to be absent tomorrow, though, so I was taking my opportunity and writing the essay at home. I would pretend to be writing it down in class. My plan was genius, if it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't figure out how to write the essay.

The teacher didn't explain to us how to write it. It was an analysis of a movie we watched, but she never explained how to write an analysis essay! She just expects us to know how to write it!

I groan in exasperation and get out of the chair I was in. I paced around the room, wondering what I could write about. I couldn't do much walking around, since all I had was a one-bedroom apartment. I sat down on the floor against my bed, facing the wall. I felt tears swelling up and I began to cry as quietly as I possibly could. I don't want the neighbors to come over and ask me if everything's alright.

I heard the door handle jiggle. I stopped my crying, fearful that it someone from the RED team. I got out the spare butterfly knife Alex gave me when he started working for the BLU team. I sneaked across the room to the door, knife in hand.

Knock-knock. Pause. Knock-knock-knock.

"Jellyfeesh." Our code word.

I immediately opened the door, pocketing the knife. There stood Alex, balaclava and all. I hugged him tightly, knocking the air out of him. He patted me on the back.

"Please let go of me, seestair. 'ou might keell me eef you hug me fahr any lahngair.

I let go of Alex. "I ahm sahrry, Alex. Eet's just zat..."

"Dahn't ahpahlogize, I understahnd." Alex interrupted. He looked down at my face for the first time. "Have 'ou been crying?"

"No, I just came out of ze showair and gaht soap een my eye," I lied.

Alex began to comb my hair with his fingers. "Your hair ees naht wet," he observed. I stood there and said nothing.

Alex began to walk around the room. He stopped in front of my writing desk. "What are you wahrkeeng on?"

"An essay fahr spahneesh," I mumble.

Alex looked at me with a sad expression. "Ees zat what's mahkeeng you so upset?" he whispered.

I began to tear up once more. "Eet's so hahrd, Alex." I choke out. "'ou dahn't understahnd. I am cahnstahntly hahrassed by ze othair keeds because I'm French." My voice started to get louder now as the tears flowed as freely as my thoughts about AP Spanish. "I can't remembair what verb tense to use whenevair we have to do an oral presentahtion. Hell, I can barely even remembair seemple wahrds like ze days of ze week or ze cahlours of ze rainbow! 

I drop to my knees, suddenly exhausted. "I zought I would be good at zis, Alex," I sob. "I zought I would be able to mahstair zis lahnguage, seence eet ees sahmewhat seemilahr to French. I was wrahng. I'm just a failure, like always."

I covered my face with my hands and weeped. I could feel Alex sit in front of me and hug me. I gripped his jacket and cried on it, not caring if I stained it. "'ou are alright, (Y/N). I am here," he whispered.

Alex began to rub my back. "'ou will do well on ze AP test. 

"No, I..." I objected.

"Yes, 'ou will," he interrupted. He let me go enough so that he can look at me. "'ou have dahne well zis fahr, why can't you do well on ze test?" I opened my mouth in order to interject, but Alex placed his finger on my lips. 

"I understahnd zat you are feeleeng helpless and lahst. Zat ees fine." Alex had a small smile on his face. "I remembair when I started to learn Engleesh. I was meexing up wahrds cahnstahntly. But you know what? I learned, I struggled, I cahrrected myself, and I cahnteenued on my way.

Alex kissed me on the head and resumes to comb my hair. "Dahn't feel like you're less zan yourself because you're struggleeng weeth sahmetheeng. Be proud of yourself fahr even trying. Eet doesn't mahttair what you get as fahr a grade een your class or your test. As lahng as you try your hardest, zat's all zat counts."

I felt my eyes tear up. I give a small smile to Alex. "Zank you, Alex."

Alex patted my head. "'ou're welcahme. 

I looked shyly away from Alex. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, mon cher. What do 'ou need?"

"How lahng can you stay here?" I murmur.

"Well, I need to return to ze bahse tahmorrow, so I cahn stay ze night eef you wahnt me to."

"I do," I said immediately.

Alex chuckled. "Movie night?"

I giggle. "I'll start ze mahkeeng ze pahpcorn.

Alex nodded; took off his shoes, jacket, and tie; and laid on the bed, turning on the TV and search for a good movie for us to watch. I began to make the popcorn, glad to spend this much needed relaxation time with my brother.

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A.n.: Jesus, why is Spy a better brother than my actual brother and sister? :') This is a sort of rant about my opinion of AP Spanish. 

SO! This is the last chapter from my "Update Week". I will try to update as soon as I can. (Wow, where have you heard that before?) I will actually try this time. I need to go now. Homework is calling me. Bye~