Hello people! How's it going?

I love Hetalia, especially FrUK :)

I'm writing this story with another author, who's work I think is really funny.

So please check out Anovia's World Academy (Arthur) to get the other perspective, it's great :D

I hope you enjoy this chapter as much I enjoyed writing it.

Please review! I really appreciate it!

Disclaimer: Nope, not going to say it...I should though...Hetalia's not mine :(


Chapter 1: Never Insult A Man's Eyebrows

Francis woke up excited. Aujourd'hui was going to be a great day. As he got ready, he constantly stopped and admired himself in the mirror, not being able to resist admiring his perfectly toned body and flawless skin. His neck length blond hair complemented his blue eyes beautifully. His complexion was impeccable, nose was the ideal combination between round and sharp, and his cheekbones were the final touch that kept this masterpiece together. His plaid pants hung perfectly onto his waist while his shirt had the top three buttons undone to reveal his chest. He woke up his younger sister Mattie and told her to get ready. Then he called his mom like he had promised and described their safe flight from the day before.

"Oui Maman, tout va bien, et Mattie prend une douche, donc elle ne peut pas te parler en ce moment. J'étais sur mon chemin vers départ de l'hôtel. (Yes Mom, everything is fine, and Mattie is taking a shower so she can't speak to you right now. I was just on my way to checking out of the hotel.)"

"Ok, rester en sécurité. Je rappelle plus tard. (Ok, stay safe. I'll call you again later.)"

"Au Revoir." Francis said before hanging up. He loosely tied his blond hair up, leaving hairs fall out on purpose, and phoned a car to come pick them up. He carefully packed all of their belongings and set them near the door leaving Mattie's school uniform laid out for her on the hotel's bed. He made breakfast for the two of them; pancakes, orange juice, croissants, with additional maple syrup on the side. After the blond girl finished getting dressed she ate with her elder brother in silence, until she decided to voice her fears.

"Do you think they'll allow me to keep Kuma?" she asked shyly without looking up from her plate. Francis sighed. He understood that his sister felt an attachment to that stuffed polar bear ever since their parents gave it to her for Christmas, but he worried that letting her walk around school with it would make her the subject of ridicule. Yet, he couldn't tell her that, it would break her heart.

"Oui, remember? I personally researched that for you."

"I'm scared to go to the new school."

"Pourquoi?"

"I'm not going to make any new friends." Mattie confessed sadly snuggling Mr. Kumajirou trying to hide her face.

"You forget, you have moi pour t'aider (me to help you) and I will do anything to make sure you feel like you belong, ok? N'inquiètes pas (Don't worry)." Francis placed a gentle hand on hers and lowered the bear from her face, so he could make sure that she could see his eyes and know that he was serious.

"But, if I don't make any new friends… could I hang out with you? I won't bother you I promise! I just don't want to be alone."

Francis couldn't help feeling overcome with pity as his sister stared hopefully at him, how is it I ended up with all the self-confidence? "Of course you can," he smiled.

"Thanks" Mattie smiled hugging Francis. Over his shoulder she saw the time. "The car should be here by now, we should get going."

After the siblings had left their luggage at the main entrance, they retrieved their room keys and schedules before trying to locate their classes in advance to save them the time of struggling with this later in the day. Then the two teens went to the front where students quickly began to fill up the large green lawn.

"Ready?" Francis asked the scared blue-eyed girl who was squeezing his hand. She merely nodded in response. "Hey, look at me." The young girl gazed up at her older brother. "Anyone who doesn't like you is a fool; you're a beautiful, smart, interesting girl. You'll be fine."

"You're only saying this to make me feel better."

"It's only making you feel better because it's the truth." Suddenly, a tan-skinned brown-eyed girl showed up and confronted Mattie.

"Hi! My name is Cecilia. You can call me Cecil if you want. I was born in Seychelles, you?" She stated happily twirling the brown hair tied with a red ribbon in her left pigtail.

"Umm, hi. I'm Maxine, but most people call me Mattie. I'm from Canada and this is my brother, Francis," Mattie claimed, gesturing towards her brother.

"Enchantée, j'en suis sûr. C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrez. (Enchanted, I'm sure. It's a pleasure to meet you.)" Francis flirted, kissing Cecilia's hand as she blushed.

"Parlez-vous Français? (You speak French?)" she asked, a little surprised.

"Oui, and it's refreshing to find someone else who does too. Well, I'd hate to interrupt this budding friendship mais, je dois aller. Je vais vous rencontrer plus tard, d'accord ? Au revoir! (but, I have to go. I'll meet up with you guys later, ok ? Bye!) He said leaving before his sister could protest. While walking away Francis thought to himself, I'll have to remember to get Cecil's room number, she's pretty cute. As he ambled off in no general direction, someone tapped his shoulder.

"Uh, hi." A British teen with sandy blond hair stood awkwardly behind him. He wore the same uniform as Francis, but he added a blazer and a tie. His head was timidly faced down to the floor as he seemed to be avoiding Francis' eyes. The French teen raised an eyebrow at the strange boy and stared at him in silence. He seemed to want to say something else but needed to build up the courage. Francis smiled and waited patiently. Eventually the Brit sighed and then looked up at him. This kid really knows how to wear a blazer, Francis thought to himself. The boy's eyebrows were bushy, but for someone to notice they'd have to look away from his distractingly green eyes, which Francis wasn't willing to do yet. However, he did notice the kid's disheveled hair; it was unkempt in the most attractive way, as if it was done purposely on accident.

"Salut."

"I was wondering if you knew where the grand hall was." The other boy asked pointing at the school map in his right hand.

"I was actually just there." Francis lied, smiling. "Hi, I'm Francis Bonnefoy."

"Ohh, how rude of me, the name's Kirkland, Arthur Kirkland. Would it be a terrible bother on your part for you to guide me?"

"No, no pas du problème, in fact, it's would be my pleasure. Follow me." He tugged on Arthur's hand tilting his head in the direction of the building, the English boy blushed and Francis definitely noticed. Aw, mon chouchou, I could make you blush harder than that, he smiled, just give me a day. "Hey, would you like to hang out in my room after school today? I have an Xbox and I kinda need some help setting it up. Could you stop by? We could play something after, among other things…" Francis lingered on his final words as he slowly examined Arthur's features. He soon noticed the Brit wasn't listening. "Hello? Anyone there?"

"Hmm," Arthur said. "I was er, lost in thought. Did you say something?" Francis shook his head.

"Nothing of importance, beside, I guess now we're even." The Frenchman said halting for a moment to stare into Arthur's eyes. "I was lost in your enchanting green eyes." God, his eyes are so enticing. So bright and innocent, just begging for me to claim them as my own.

"What?" I just complimented you, what did you think happened? I bet he just wants to hear it again.

"I'm just curious as to how you look away from a mirror in the morning, with a face like yours you could have Aphrodite herself fawning over yourself with a simple suggestive glance." Is Arthur blushing again? A few more of these complements and Arthur will be putty in my hands. Is he okay? What's happening? His face is changing color! Should I say something? I should say something. I'm going to say something.

"Are you okay Arthur? Your face is turning blue." Is he talking to himself? He started making these weird hand motions… Mon Dieu, I think he's stopped breathing. Why would he do that? Is he trying to kill himself? I didn't think I was that boring. No, that can't be it, I am irresistible. He probably is having an asthma attack or something. Yea that's probably it, an asthma attack. That's a relief; I almost thought he wasn't attracted to me. Good thing he's just dying. Oh wait, what should I do? Mouth to mouth? No, I can't get another restraining order, Francis sighed. Such a waste…

"Arthur, are you holding your breath?" Suddenly Arthur huffed in all the air he could. Did he forget to breathe? Francis stared at the other man confused at his actions. This man is extremely challenged; if not for his eyes I might have been seriously worried. I should help him. He began to breathe exaggeratedly, to demonstrate to Arthur the technique of respiration – something that he should have understood by now.

"Sorry, I forgot how to breathe for a moment." Arthur smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand while simultaneously shaking his head. Francis smiled.

"So what you're saying is that my compliments literally left you breathless? My apologies, you must be tired of people commenting on your looks. It's just that I can't look at you, then not tell you how attractive your disheveled hair is."

"You pretty" Arthur blurted out. Francis gave him a confused look. Was that a compliment? He thought. Yet, there were so few words; I doubt that even was a sentence…

"Well, no matter how 'pretty' I am, sadly, I wasn't graced with eyes to make the stars themselves envious."

"My eyes? You're the one with the…" With the what? Wondered Francis. Then Arthur muttered the word "hair" and brought his face close to Francis' head, loudly sniffing his hair, causing Francis to produce a look of extreme worry and that way before Arthur added, "It smells nice." What the hell? What is with this kid? Did he really just sniff my hair? Well…I can't really blame him, I did use that peach shampoo this morning. He is simply a poor victim of my attractiveness; I can't stay mad at him forever.

"Here we are." Francis stated calmly, regaining his composure, trying not to appear put off in the slightest from Arthur's unnerving actions.

"Whatever, Frog."

"I'm sorry; did I do something to upset you?" Francis asked tightening his grip on Arthur's hand.

"Yeah," Arthur said pulling his hand away. "You looked at me."

"What?" Francis was failing at trying to suppress a smile. He's mad because I'm attractive?

"Your presence is disturbing me, go away."

"MY PRESENCE? YOU'RE the one who came up to me!"

"That was clearly a mistake and waste of time." Arthur retorted as calmly as he could, not knowing how much longer he could keep it up.

"You thought talking me was a mistake? I'm the one who was wronged! You're a psycho who smells hair!"

"At least I'm not a Frog bastard!"

"You'd be lucky to be half the man I am, in every aspect." Francis said while scanning over his body in the most condescending manner.

"The only thing you have going for you, is that you're excruciatingly handsome!"

At this Francis paused, a bit confused. "Yes. I am indeed handsome." He began regaining his composure. "It's only excruciating because you know you want me."

"Like hell I do! You may have looks, but that's all you have!"

"Says the man who couldn't form a complete sentence, mere minutes ago."

"That's your fucking fault!"

"Because I'm sooo handsome, right?" he replied, a little sarcastically. Francis had to admit that he was enjoying the turn the conversation had taken.

"Will you get off that already? I thought you were handsome, as in all I see when I look at you now all I see is a slimy, disgusting, FROG!"

"At least I don't have caterpillars for eyebrows!" the Frenchman spat, thus Arthur punched Francis in the face and then stormed off.

Covering his now bleeding nose Francis watched the Englishman walk away and sit himself on the stairs. Oh he better pray this isn't serious, he thought. My face is the welcoming entrance that leads people to bigger and better things, how can I be seductive with a broken nose? Francis sulked on his way to the nurse's office. And I thought the English were supposed to be gentlemen.


A/N: So what do you guys think? I'd love to know.

Oh, and don't forget to read World Academy (Arthur) by Anovia for Arthur's perspective!

Bye for now, I guess...