So I found this in my notes, fully typed up and everything. This is a few years old. And I kind of like it, so I'm going to post this and see how it goes. It features my two favourite pairings(USUK and Engmano), though I'm not sure which pairing this story will end with.

Enjoy!

Arthur slammed the car door shut and sighed, ignoring the obnoxious jeers from his brothers.

For once, he was glad to be at school. Maybe it was his annoying family.

Sixteen year old Arthur Kirkland stomped toward the entrance to Evermore Heights Academy, located in the boring county of Surrey, England. He wheeled his suitcases behind him, ignoring the shouts from his younger brother Peter to slow down.

Arthur threw open the doors, and shoved his luggage inside.

This was going to be another terrible year at EHA.

Alfred Jones whistled cheerily, skipping down the hallway of Evermore, exploring. School started in a week, and today was move in day. Students came and went through out the whole day, getting their schedules, dorm mates, and getting unpacked. Alfred had gotten their early and was excited to start Year Twelve, despite not being familiar with his new school

Alfred was thinking about how much fun he was going to have when he ran into him.

The American was sent sprawling to the floor, having hit the other person quite hard. "Dude - I'm sorry! Let me help ya get your stuff." Alfred began grabbing all the items that had spilled from the other's suitcase, when their hands reached for a book at the same time. Alfred looked up and his blue eyes were locked on the other kid's insanely bright green ones. In fact, Alfred was almost mesmerized by the good looks from the other. "I-I'm Alfred Jones"

"Yeah, yeah." the British kid snatched his book, stuffing it into his blue suitcase "I'm Arthur Kirkland. Next time watch where you're going, you American twat!" Arthur snapped, shoving past him.

"Woah.." Alfred placed his hand on his head "What's got him so uptight? Oh well!" Alfred got up and continued walking down the hall.

It was 5pm and everyone was crowded around a bulletin board that displayed the official dorm mates for everyone. some let out displeased groans, while others pumped their fists and hollered in joy.

Alfred was a fist pumper. He would be rooming with Francis. He didn't know Francis, but that didn't make Alfred any less excited.

"Now, now. Settle down students. Please go to your dorms and finish unpacking. Dinner will be at 6:30." an older looking woman with wispy white-blond hair shouted over the masses of chatting kids.

Waves of students flowed into the school.

All year two to year sixes went to the Lower school wing, year sevens to nines went to the middle school wing, and year ten to Sixth Form went in the Upper school wing.

Alfred bounced up the stairs, and found his dorm. When he entered, the American found that Francis had yet to arrive. Sighing, he flopped on one of the beds and pulled out a comic book.

Alfred had been reading for only around ten minutes when he heard loud shouting coming from the hall way.

Alfred stood and walked to the door, opening it "Dude-"

"I'LL KILL YOU, I SWEAR FROG FACE!" The British kid Alfred had bumped into earlier, Arthur, had his hands around a blond kid's neck and was yelling angrily. The blond kid spluttered "Oh Monsieur, y-you'll have to let me go. This is my dorm!"

Arthur frowned and let go, yelling "DON'T CALL ME EYEROWS AGAIN, FRENCHY" before he stormed down the hall to his own dorm.

"Dude, are ya okay? Arthur seems to be a bit-"

"Don't say anything about Arthur! Only I can make fun of him!" Alfred heard his strong French accent, and chuckled.

"Are you Francis?"

"Yes I am. I suppose you're my dorm mate, no?"

"That's right dude!"

Francis laughed, and walked into their dorm.

"Stupid French bastard" Arthur muttered, stomping down the corridor. He sighed and looked for his dorm, grinning when he found it.

Arthur didn't feel the need to knock, considering it was partly his, and his roommate had been the same for the last three years. "Oi. I'm here Lovino." he murmured, setting his bag down.

"There you are, British bastard."

Lovino muttered, walking up to greet him.

There was a common misconception of the Italian boy throughout the school. He really wasn't as rude and hostile if you knew him and you weren't Antonio.

"Yeah. Shall we get settled in then?" Arthur asked, running his hand through his blond hair.

"Sounds good."

Once the duo finished unpacking, it was already 6 o'clock. "The unpacking wasn't nearly as bad as last year." Arthur chuckled softly.

"Yeah. Hey, it's already six. Do you want to skip the school dinner and go out somewhere else instead? My treat."

"Sure, but you don't have to pay, I'm not a girl."

"I said I have it covered, British bastard!"

Arthur responded by throwing a pillow at the Italian, a smile on his face. "Alright, Alright. How about that Italian Cafe down the street?"

Arthur knew it was Lovino's favourite.

"Sounds good. Now get your coat, idiot."

"This beats the shitty food at the school, easily!" Arthur laughed, forking another spoonful of pasta into his mouth. Lovino nodded, chewing on a piece of pizza. He couldn't help the small grin growing on his face as he watched Arthur.

Once they finished, it was already 8:30. "Anything you want to do before we go back, bastard?" Lovino asked, a little too sharply. "Nah, I'm good. It's cold, so lets go." Arthur said, as the two stepped outside. Lovino shivered, remembering how he didn't bring his jacket. "You told me to bring my coat, yet you forgot yours?" Arthur chuckled, handing his coat over to Lovino. "You can use mine."

Lovino didn't reply, instead choosing to slip into the warm coat and stare at his shoes, hoping his blush would go away. There was no reason to be all flustered, right?

Arthur had just given him his jacket.

...right?

Alfred wouldn't admit it, but he was secretly looking forward to seeing Arthur at dinner, disappointed when the British kid didn't show.

"Aww! Where's Lovi? Did he go out to eat somewhere else?" Antonio, the Spanish kid, pouted dramatically. Alfred turned "You're allowed to eat out?!"

Antonio shrugged "As long as you're back by curfew, they don't care."

Alfred grinned, imagining eating McDonald's for lunch, breakfast, AND dinner. "That's awesome! Hey, have you seen Arthur?"

"Ingleterra is probably eating out with Lovi."

Alfred stiffened slightly, though he hadn't a clue why. "Oh, okay. Thanks!"

The pair arrived back at their dorm around 8:45, both of them carrying doggie-bags of their leftovers.

"I'm going to go shower!" Arthur called out, shoving his box into the mini fridge. Lovino nodded "Mm, don't take too long, bastard."

Lovino watched the Brit disappear into the bathroom and lock the door behind him.

Sighing, he collapsed on his bed. His eyelids felt heavy.

And then everything went black.

Arthur chuckled when he emerged, catching sight of the sleeping Italian. Quietly, he took the leftovers Lovi had in his hands still, put them away, and then tucked Lovino into his bed.

Once that was done, Arthur sat down at his desk, furiously flipping through paperwork, and signing things. He was student council president for the upcoming year, and he needed all the time he could get to sort through everything. The Brit ran a hand through his blond hair, which was spiky from his shower, and let out a deep breath.

The paperwork would have to wait, he was sleepy.

Alfred had countless amounts of energy.

First, he had sat down to play on his Xbox, screaming when he lost, and whooping when he won. Francis threw a pillow, and Alfred realised he needed to stop.

Then Alfred went on an unpacking spree, spewing clothes and games all over the floor.

"MON AMÉRIQUE! If you wish to unpack instead of sleep, do it QUIETLY, so others CAN sleep!" Francis snapped angrily, covering his ears with a pillow.

Alfred let out a mumbled "Sorry", and climbed into his own bed.

Yet, he wasn't remotely tired. He turned, facing his nightstand. The LED numbers read 10:07.

Sighing, Alfred's mind wandered to the British kid, Arthur.

He couldn't help but be intrigued by him. His bright blond hair, surreal green eyes, cute accent. He wanted to know more about him and become friends with him.

He fell asleep thinking about him.

A week later, classes began.

Arthur shifted when he heard the annoying monotone beep of his alarm. Groaning, he slapped his hand on the clock, until the beeping stopped.

He went back to sleep.

When Arthur opened his eyes again, Lovino was shaking him frantically "Alzati! You're late, Inghilterra."

"I-Inghilterra?"

Lovino rolled his eyes, his cheeks slightly pink, "It means England. Now hurry! You've got ten minutes! You're lucky I'm even here to wake you up and wait for you, bastard!"

Arthur shot up, rushing around the room. He grabbed his blue plaid pants and slipped them on, then threw on his white button down shirt and black blazer. He sloppily tied the purple tie, and grabbed his school bag. "Let's go." He shot Lovino a crooked smile. "Where's my jacket?"

"Oh! Um, well you let me us-" Arthur put his hand up, stopping Lovino mid-sentence.

"Doesn't matter. Keep it. Now we need to leave!"

Alfred sighed, looking at the empty desk on his left. Who was supposed to be sitting there, he wondered. His first class of the day, Biology was extremely boring.

"Ah, now it's time for Role Call." Their teacher grabbed a clipboard and read off names. "Kiku Honda?"

"Here."

Alfred zoned out, snapping back into attention when the teacher called his name. He was about to answer when the door was thrown open "I'm sorry I'm late!"

Alfred knew that voice. He looked over and saw none other than Arthur, panting. His shirt wasnt completely buttoned, and his hair stuck out in all directions and looked as if it hadn't been combed all morning. Which was true. But either way, Alfred found it adorable. "Arthur Kirkland. Just in time. Sit."

Arthur scanned the room, looking for an open seat. Alfred's heart leapt when he saw that the only open one was next to him.

Arthur collapsed in the seat, catching his breath.

"Now then. Let's continue with roll call. Alfred Jones?"

"Here!" The American grinned.

"We all know Arthur is here." The teacher murmured.

"Why're you so late, bro?" Alfred asked.

"Bugger off." Arthur snapped. But the Brit must've noticed the hurt expression Alfred wore, because his hard green gaze softened a little. "Sorry. I woke up late and I'm extremely cranky."

Alfred nodded, "I'm surprised I'm not late. It's something I do a lot."

Arthur smirked slightly, running a hand through his hair.

The bell rung, playing the 'Westminster Chimes' tune, and the class flocked to the door. "See ya." Alfred called, but when he looked, Arthur was already half-way down the hall, running with a stack of papers.

"I wonder where he was in a rush to get to.." Alfred murmured, reading his schedule. Where in the world was World Economics at?

It took Alfred ten minutes to find the class, and he found himself in the same position Arthur was in earlier. Frazzled and late.

Nervously, Alfred opened and closed the door as quietly as he could. The teacher glanced up at him with icy eyes.

"Alfred Jones. You're late. Sit." The teacher pointed to an empty desk, and Alfred hurriedly sat down.

As he gathered himself, he glanced at the person next to him. He had tanned skin, along with dark, warm brown hair, with a little curl to the side. His eyes were a smouldering amber colour. He was rather attractive, if Alfred was being honest.

"What are you staring at?" The boy glared at him. He had a light Italian accent.

"O-Oh, nothing! I'm sorry! My name is Alfred Jones. Nice to meet you!" Alfred stuttered.

"Hmph. My name is Lovino."

So this was the 'Lovi' Antonio had mentioned. The Lovi that Arthur had been out with. Alfred wondered if they were roommates.

"Well, nice to meet you Lovino!" Alfred smiled, and Lovino frowned before turning away from him.

Once the bell had rung, Alfred scrambled to catch up to Lovino, who had already made it into the hallway.

"What do you want, bastard?" Lovino growled, irritably speeding up.

"N-nothing! I'm new here and just wanted to know if I could walk with you, it's lunch time right?" Alfred struggled to keep up.

Loving rolled his eyes "Fine. And it's actually break time."

"Break time?"

"Yeah. We get about thirty minutes after our second classes to relax. There's multiple cafés open if you're looking for a snack."

"Oh, that's kinda neat! What are you doing? Mind if I tag along?"

"I'm going to meet up with a friend. I don't give a fuck what you do." Lovino muttered, as he and Alfred walked into the commons area. Alfred grinned to himself. He was going to see Arthur!

"Oh Lovinnooooo!" An undeniably British voice called out. Alfred watched Lovino perk up instantly as Arthur approached, carrying a drink in his hand.

"I got you something. It's a Chai tea latte, I know those are your favourite."

Loving smiled and accepted the drink, playfully punching him in the arm, "You're the best, British bastard."

Arthur rolled his eyes before noticing Alfred, frowning. "Oh! You're the tosser that ran into me last week."

"That's me! I'm also in your biology class." Alfred beamed.

The three chatted for a moment, before the bell rang, signalling the end of break.

"It was nice chatting, but I've got to go. My class is quite a ways away. Nice talking to you, Alfred. Even if you plowed me over last week. See you at lunch, Lovino!" Arthur waved before turning and heading away.

Lovino finished his drink, and tossed it in the trash before starting in the opposite direction. Alfred followed.

"Hey, do you know where Calculus is?" Alfred asked, holding his schedule out.

Loving took the paper and studied it for a minute. "Follow me. We've got the same class."

"Thanks dude."

The two set off, walking in silence. Alfred observed Lovino, observed the slight colouring of his cheeks and his glowing eyes.

And that's when he noticed.

Lovino had a crush on Arthur.

Why are Lovino and Arthur so nice in this story? Who knows.