A/N: Hey guys and gals! It's snowflower90 here. I had an idea for this story. Since I actually had an idea how I wanted this story to end and knew where it was going from the start I decided to write it in its entirety. It is five chapters long. I am going to post a chapter every Friday for the next five weeks. I hope you enjoy th~.
Alfred: Wait! *Suddenly appears*
Snowflower: What?! *Slightly surprised*
Alfred: You can't start the story without the standard disclaimers.
Snowflower: Well, do you want to do it?
Alfred: Sure. Snowflower doesn't own Hetalia or any other franchise for that matter. If you like the story you should review.
Snowflower: Thank you, Alfred. Alright, now! I hope you enj~.
Kiku: Wait, Snowflower-chan!
Snowflower:*Looking slightly annoyed* What now?
Kiku: The pairings! Reader, there are hints of GrIta, PruCan, RoChu, Spamano, and a slightly larger helping of USUK.
Snowflower: Alright, is everyone done?
Arthur: *Peeks into room* Sorry if any of the characters are out of character.
Snowflower: Yes, especially that!
Arthur: And lastly, enjoy the story!
Snowflower: Hey, that's my line!
Chapter 1
World Academy is a high class school educating our future leaders of the world. Also, educating the nations' representatives of the future.
"Alright class, tomorrow is the big day," the teacher announced. "Make sure you pack everything that you need for the next few days. Also, be here by eight o'clock tomorrow morning, because if you are not here you will be left behind. I am positive your parents won't be happy because there is no refund on the plane ticket, the lodging, or the entertainment activities.
The whole class groaned. Most had already gotten lectures at home to not do anything stupid to cause the loss of that amount of money.
"Mr. Machado, dude," said the American student. "We already know this. You've been telling us over and over. Mattie and I have heard it countless times from our parents. I'm pretty sure the rest of the class has heard the spill from their parents as well. We've got this man." The whole class nodded agreement.
The Cuban teacher shook his head. "Alfred Jones, you are the one I am worried about the most."
"Why's that?" Alfred cocked his head to the side.
"You hardly ever make it to class on time."
"Yeah, but dude," Alfred said standing up from his desk and put a fist against his chest. "This is trip of the year. Who wants to miss a five day trip to the mountains, where we get to ski, go to an amusement park, and hang out with friends from all of the grades?" Alfred sat back down and then stated. "Plus, I have Mattie to wake me up." The Canadian rolled his eyes, as the class laughed.
"Whatever you say, Jones. Just remember to not come crying to me when your brother and friends are having fun and you are stuck here with a twenty page paper on responsibility."
Alfred's eyes widened and then he got quiet.
"Alright, class," Mr. Machado said taking control of his classroom. "Turn to page 223 and do the odd problems."
The Cuban teacher taught math and creative writing. He was everyone's favorite teacher. Laid-back and easy-going, were what the students liked most about him. However, he didn't let his students get way with misbehaving.
While the class was supposed to be doing their math problems, Alfred was too busy passing notes to his brother and his Italian friend.
When the bell rang for lunch everyone got up from their desks quickly.
"Wait a minute," Mr. Machado yelled. "Come get your group assignments. These will be the people you will be stuck with for the next week. The paper lists you cabin assignment and what your plane seat is."
Everyone grabbed their papers and scampered off to the lunch area.
Alfred opened his paper once he got seated. He read through the list of names with a cheesy grin. As Matthew joined him, the American step-brother laughed. "I see they stuck us together," Alfred said.
"Yeah," Matthew replied. "It's not that bad though. We do share the same group of friends."
"I didn't mean it was bad, bro," Alfred explained. "I just bet Mom and Dad will be relieved. They always did say you're the one to keep me out of trouble."
"Well, that's because you are always so…" Matthew began to say but was cut off by their friendly Italian classmate.
"Ve~." Feliciano shouted. "We are all in the same group. Ludwig is too." The Italian's smile grew wider. "This is going to be the best."
Just then, said German came and sat down at the table."I see you received the assignment paper too. We have such a large group."
"Yeah, man, but it will be fun." Alfred said taking a bite out of his usual hamburger.
Behind him, he heard his British friend sigh, "Honestly, Alfred, if you keep eating those you are going to have some kind of medical problem."
"Artie!"
"It's Arthur, you wanker." The green-eyed sophomore rolled his eyes.
His blonde friend ignored him and instead shoved the assignment paper in his face. "Look we are in the same group, dude."
"I am well aware of that, Alfred." Arthur said pushing the paper away from his face. He took a seat next to Alfred and pulled out his lunch.
Feliciano looked at Arthur's lunch in horror. "Are you going to… eat that?" He gulped.
"Of course, I am. It's just scones." Arthur looked at the Italian.
"Ludwig," Feliciano leaned over and whispered. "Is it supposed to look like that?"
"I can hear you," the Brit glared.
The rest of lunch was spent talking about the upcoming trip. Alfred finished his lunch and decided to go visit his friend, Kiku. The young Japanese boy usually had lunch out in the court yard.
"Hey, dude," Alfred greeted the small black-haired boy.
"Oh. Konichiwa, Alfred-san," Kiku answered looking up from his book.
"Did you get the trip assignment page yet?"
"Hai. We have such a large group. I also noticed that he is in our group." Kiku said with a touch of bitterness to his words.
"Yeah. They seemed to have put all the siblings together. I spoke with Emil on the way here and he said they put him with Lukas. All I have to say is I'm glad that Natalia got separated from Ivan. She is one scary dudette." Alfred sighed remembering when she was in his middle school class. He apparently gave her the wrong type of look one time and she threatened to cut his eyes out.
"Ivan-kun can be just as scary." Kiku stated.
"So true, man. At least Yao will be there. He does behave better when your brother's around," Alfred commented thoughtfully. "He must have a thing for Yao."
This caused Kiku look away. Alfred couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or just uncomfortable. "Don't tell Natalia-chan that. She would probably murder my brother."
"I won't say a word. No one deserves that kind of wrath. Oh, you should bring some of your games to the trip. We could play in the evenings." Kiku nodded. "Well, I need to head back to my class. I will text you later, man."
Kiku had already been sucked back into his book. He did give the American a small wave without looking up from the pages.
After the final bell rang Alfred headed down to the front of the school to wait on Matthew. While he sat on the stairs he decided to play a game on his phone.
"Oh, Alfred," a voice full of surprise called out. "What are you still doing here?"
Alfred's blue eyes met the gaze of green eyes. Arthur looked away quickly, his cheeks slightly red. "Hey, Arthur. Just waiting on Mattie to get out of his club meeting." Alfred looked at his watch. "Another twenty minutes."
"Do you mind if I wait here with you?" Arthur asked gesturing to the spot next to his American friend.
"Nah. Go ahead, bro."
Arthur sat down and got out a book but didn't open it.
"So, who are you waiting for?" The American asked.
"Um. Uh." The Brit stammered. "Kiku. He was going to let me borrow something for tonight. " Alfred seemed to be oblivious to how the sophomore's speech sped up.
"That's cool, man. So, are you ready for the trip?"
"Of course, I am. I can't wait to get away from that little git for a few days. He is so annoying." Arthur's green eyes seemed to be blazing in the evening light.
"Peter has been after you again?" Alfred knew how Arthur's middle school brother could be a little much for anyone to handle. He loud, always wanted attention, and was actually pretty darn spoiled. Peter was the baby of the family after all.
"Yes," Arthur sighed. "It's almost the middle school winter festival. He wants me to help, but I can't and would rather not. So, of course, he has become unbearable. I dread going home to that little git."
Alfred put a hand on his friend's shoulder, which caused the other teen to tense up. "I am sorry, man. You can come over whenever you like to get away from the brat. Just not tonight. Mom is being strict about everything because she said I am not going to be up late and waste her money. Everyone keeps worrying that I'm going to miss the bus tomorrow."
"Well," Arthur smirked, "it wouldn't be the first time." This caused the other teen to pout.
Behind the two boys, the school doors flew open and a roar of laughter filled the evening air. Both boys turned around to see the infamous 'Bad Touch Trio.' Alfred waved at yet more of his friends. The English boy paled, however, as he met eyes with the long haired French sophomore.
"Hon, hon. If it isn't mon petit Angleterre with la pomme de son œil."
The blond Brit's face turned bright red and he snapped, a little too quickly back, "It's not like that, so shut it frog."
"Vous ne pouvex pas nier l'amour, mon ami," The French boy said.
When they looked at Alfred, he had his head cocked to the side looking confused. Arthur was thankful his friend had never bothered with taking the time to learn French. He glared at Francis when Alfred went back to his conversation with Gilbert and Antonio.
"What do you want frog?" Arthur grumbled at his classmate who was standing two steps above him.
"For you to be true to yourself," Francis said. He sided-eyed the American. "Who knows, he might feel the same."
Arthur's face started to heat up again at the thought of having the same feelings as his friend. How he longed for it to be something more, but he always feared the worst possible outcome. He then glared at the teen that stood in front of him for putting him in such an awkward position.
Alfred suddenly turned his attention back to his secret admirer. Upon seeing the distressed look on Arthur's face, he asked, "You okay, dude?"
Startled, Arthur jumped then pulled out his phone and pretended to check his texts. "Oh my, it's already that time. Mum just sent me a text and wants me home now." Arthur turned to run off.
"Hey. What about that thing you were going to get something from Kiku?" Alfred hollered.
"What thi..?" Arthur began to ask but then remembered his excuse to hang out with the American. "Oh, I'll just get it another time."
"You can't keep running forever," Francis yelled as the British boy rounded the corner. Alfred, again, gave Francis a confused look. "Don't worry, Alfred. It is just something between and Angleterre." Alfred just nodded and went back to goofing off with the remaining two members if the trio while waiting for his Canadian brother to finish with the after school club meeting.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Sorry if it seemed to go on for too long. Next chapter is scheduled to be released next Friday. See you then.