When The Roses Bloom

3.5- The Sub Room

I'd like you all to imagine this as a sort of prequel to Sing Me a Song, basically the Nordics, Allies, Axis, and a few of the other nations in a large and unused meeting room in the school and there just being chaos all around. It's Hetalia for you.

Also, I'm going to try and fail at doing accents. Wish me luck.

Key:

(Y/N)- Your Name

(B/N)- Brother's Name (I may put him as Austin so remember his name is your choice)

(C/S)- Coffee Shop (name)

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The platinum blonde haired boy scurried down the hall after class was over. This was a period the students had to get a headstart on any homework, and they had an opportunity to do any projects and opt for credit recovery. A study hall, if you would.

Taking a left, and a few more turns led him to an almost empty hallway. The door was located right near the entrance of the school, which nobody seemed to loiter around as the classes were located far deeper into the school. He opened the door quickly with a breathy huff, to only find a few familiar faces in the room.

Not that the room wasn't supposed to have only familiar faces meet in there for now, it solely seemed like a few people were there. Sadly, they were people the boy knew closely, almost like the back of his hand.

Another male seemed to notice the boy and the door, and silently gestured him over with a flip of his head. The boy knew he had no choice but to sit over there, as there was no getting free once the Norwegian man saw you. He swore hos brother had eyes everywhere in his head.

"Lukas."
"Emil."

The two brothers said their quick hellos, and sat in their seats, watching the room slowly fill with 'colleagues'- if you could even call them that- that were all on a common mission to meet a common goal. With so many people noise started to build up. When time for the meeting to start came, it was up to one person to hush the talking- this person doing so by loudly smacking their hands on the long table and letting his voice boom over the now hushed room.

"Everyone, control yourselves!"

Ahem.

"Now, I suppose each of you know why we're gathered here today. We're here to find someone. We have sources that say this person has been taken around this area and attends school here, and you know where it goes from there. Apparently whoever assigned this many people with the job decided more is better and that chaotic would be a better approach, but there less than twenty of us in here, so we should be fine."

A tall yet muscular man with slicked back hair and piercing blue eyes was the one who had been speaking, looking at a stack of papers to organize his wording so he could end the meeting quickly and efficiently. He looked back up over the group of about sixteen people, and then back at his papers.

"I'll assume all of you have your schedules, and that you know which of you are substitute teachers and which are students. This list is not changeable, you are not allowed to do anything else than look for who you're supposed to be looking for and nothing else. Any questions?"

Several groans of protest were heard in the background, but a pale hand raised amongst the sea of differently colored hair and men who looked like they'd rather be anywhere than there.

"Yes, Gilbert?"

"Bruder, I don't get it. Why is the awesome me an unawesome student while meine freunde get to be teachers?"

"The system is based on appearance. Though now isn't the time to make another dead joke, you look younger than some of us and thus you're placed in the area beneath us."

"Arthur and Francis are teachers yet they look younger than me."

"Maturity."

"'Maturity' mein arse, bruder! I don't think it's fair that-"

"Everyone's got their schedules, correct?
- then I guess the meeting is adjourned for now. We'll meet every Thursday to report our findings of the week. Francis and Arthur, you will start tomorrow, and then the others will follow shortly after them. The students should have been in school by last week, I presume- so that's not an issue to look over. Now, if there aren't any more questions, you all can leave."

Students started passing by the door on their way to the front of the school for dismissal, so the people filing out of the meeting room can easily blend in with then and make their ways to the cars.

A girl with short brown hair had poked her head in before she left, but everyone had assumed she a curious student who simple wanted to know what was going on.

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This is not how I wanted the chapter to go but oh well. It's filler. The next chapter should be coming out soon and with that I'll leave you all on your merry ways!