New School, New Relationships.
A/N: My first fanfic. I had the idea a while back and wrote it when I was ill and off from school. It has not been read by a beta so excuse any minor mistakes. I hope it doesn't suck to bad. It contains male x male relationships so if thats not your thing then do not read. And I know the summary sucked.
P.S I have used And at the start of some sentences which I have been told is fine to do but if you disagree do say!
I hate plane trips! Lame, tedious and just plain un-awesome. Trying to make me go through security and saying I looked like a high risk passenger. Does it look like I'm going to pull a bomb out of my shoe? No. And I'm sure they tried to feed me blended shit on a plate!
I didn't even want to go to England in the first place. Its all Ludwig's fault; just because he was chosen to represent Germany for this understanding culture thing. Deciding to drag me along with him I am now going to be at a boarding for a year, representing Prussia. Great.
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Looking up at the old building I could make out green ivy snaking up all walls. There seemed to be many orange bricks crumbling and missing from its original form. It looked to me like the whole thing could collapse right in front of my eyes; just like my dreams of having fun here. At least the grounds it sat on looked promising, maybe I could sneak out at night and take a walk.
"Come on Gil were going to be late if I have to wait for you to finish staring this place down." warned Luddy irritated.
"Fine, fine lets get this over with then." I muttered and walked up the winding path to quite possibly, my death. Right then the whole building seemed to look down on me.
Deciding to make an entrance I pulled open the wooden carved door with force, walked in with swagger and yelled "HI!". Only to see no one was there. How embarrassing. Maybe West didn't notice.
"Gilbert, Who are you talking to?" he questioned seriously. Opps.
"Err, certainty not you!"
"Right."
Blushing slightly I sat down in what seemed like a small reception. Wait, my awesome self does not blush!
Looking around the small room it finally hit home; realising I have to live in this damp filled, germ infested and enormous hell hole. Oh well my awesome will liven things up. And after much thought I was almost immediately ushered into a huge assembly room which was right next door. As I casually walked in hundreds of kids stared hopefully at me. Almost all of them doing a double take upon seeing me. Everyone of them seated upon rows and rows of blue plastic chairs.
Following Ludwig to the back I finally sat down. Noticing, all the students were wearing a neat black and white uniform, I sighed. Really? Its just like Hogwarts. Hopefully there wont be magic.
Glancing to my side I saw my dear brother (acknowledge the sarcasm) sitting attentively, blue eyes to the font. Following his lead I fixed my blood red eyes in the same direction.
At that moment I saw a quite young man, in his late 20s maybe, walk to the front. The Loud footfalls of his black shoes echoed on the wooden floor. He was wearing an almost military style green suit which matched his eyes. But what made me laugh was his huge black eye brows going against his light blonde hair. Sniggering, I caught a few glares from other students especially one from a blonde with blue eyes and glasses. Like me he was wearing non school uniform. A representative?
Shrugging I forced myself to look forward again to the brow man who was now speaking.
" I am Mr. Kirkland, your Headmaster and this will be a great year as I am proud to share it with students from all over the world" He said unenthusiastically, his huge eyebrows knitting together. "Places like Italy, Germany and Japan. America, Russia, China and France!"
I completely shut off when he started going on about rules and expectations. Fiddling with my short platinum hair, staring at my muddy trainers and playing with fibres on my red scarf. Until.
"Listen, ja." Receiving a poke in the ribs from Ludwig. Glaring back I once again gave my attention to Teacups. Yes, I nicknamed him Teacups.
"Now, I want you to go off to your assigned dorms and meet your room mates. Representatives will be sharing with each other and uniforms in your sizes shall be by your beds. Representatives will also be required to wear a badge with your nations flag on it. That will be found with your uniform as well."
Damn! Badges? I was hoping I could blend in with the other students. Well at least they will be able to acknowledge my awesome quicker. Wait, did he say uniforms in your sizes? What the fuck? I didn't give the school my size. Teacups better not be some creeper.
"Right if that is all I'm going back to my study" announced Teacups and swiftly headed back out of the hall, slamming the door shut behind him. Once he left loud whispering broke out in the hall.
"What the hell is wrong with him, he's not normally this vague."
"Maybe he's gone to talk with his imaginary friends again!"
"I think we should just go to our dorms"
Joining in "WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE DORMS ANYWAYS?" I shouted and stood up. At this the whole room turned silent, once again all eyes on me. Some random kid gasped.
And everyone on my row (which turned out to be representatives) including Ludwig moved back slightly.
"Kesesese, sorry to be rude but we obviously don't know where we are going." motioning to my row. "Some of us might not even speak English." I added obnoxiously.
"Gil.." Ludwig warned, pulling at my black shirt purposely.
"Ooh its quite alright but less of the language please Mr…?" squeaked a high pitched voice from behind. Turning around I saw an elderly lady with grey hair pulled tightly in a bun perched on her head. My eyes widened as she seemed to appear out of no where.
"Err, yeah. Its Beilschmidt. The awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt." I said proudly getting over my shock.
The almost crippled lady looked me up and down once, stopping at my face and sneering.
"Right, Mr. Beilschmidt." She said quietly, lips almost completely pursed "I'm Mrs. James and your Deputy Headmistress."
Mrs? She's married? By who, someone who is blind?
"Kesesese."
"Problem?"
"No, Do continue."
"Anyway, I'm sorry about Mr. Kirkland; he seems to be a bit busy at the moment. So I will be properly showing you to your dorms."
"Should I go and check on Mr. Kirkland, as the hero always helps?" The same blonde who glared at me interrupted.
"No thank you and no more interruptions. First I will read out your names in groups. The other names of your group will be your roommates. I will be reading out representative groups first." She explained sourly and pulled out a clipboard for her leather bag. Pushing glasses up her nose she began to read, her face almost pressed up against the paper.
"America; Alfred F. Jones, China; Yao Wang, Russia; Ivan Braginski. Go to room 9 please. It is up the staircase to the left of this hall and down the corridor to your right. Go immediately."
3 people of around 15 years, including the self proclaimed hero, stood forward, and started to introduce each other.
"Hi. The name is Ivan, lets be friends" said a tall boy wearing a scarf with a Russian accent. He said it friendly enough but he seemed to give off some sort of scary aura. Not like I was frightened though.
"Mm, I'm Yao." Nodded an Asian boy, long brown hair tied up in what seemed to be a Hello Kitty hair band.
"Right Dudes, shall we go?" asked Alfred already half way across the room.
Wow that guy is annoying I decided and listened to the next list.
"Italy; Feliciano Vargas, Japan; Kiku Honda, Greece; Heracles Karpusi and Germany; Ludwig Beilschmidt. Room 10 please, it is next to room 9."
4 more boys stepped forward and stood together including my lovely brother.
"Vee Pasta!" said the brown haired Italian softly looking at Ludwig meaningfully.
"Err yeah, I'm Ludwig." My sibling replied offering his hand to the boy with the strange curl. He took it and shook for longer than necessary.
I noticed the Japanese boy looked confused at this display and hesitantly said.
"Honda, Kiku."
"Mines Heracles." said the Greek shyly looking at Kiku.
"Ok, Time to move." Ludwig interrupted realising they had been standing there for far too long. Giving me a long look in the eyes before following Alfred through the door and up the stairs.
"Next group, then. France; Francis Bonnefoy, Spain; Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Canada; Matthew Williams and err Prussia? Of course Gilbert Beilschmidt. Room. 11."
Laughing I stood forward while pushing my silvery hair out of my pale face, ready to meet my roommates. They shall bathe in my awesomeness!
"I am the sexy Francis Bonnefoy and you must be that hilarious albino Gilbert, correct?" exclaimed the Frenchman with golden blonde hair reaching his jaw. I was almost blinded by his extravagant outfit of blue and red.
"Hahaha, I am yeah. Awesome to meet you!" I replied walking towards him.
"Hehe, My name is Antonio and I'm gladly representing Spain." Cheerfully stated the Spaniard joining the conversation. His green eyes seemed to smile with him.
"Cool, you guys appear awesome, I think were going to get along very well. But, wait where is the fourth member of our dorm. Canada? I asked, sure I wasn't imagining things.
"There is a forth member to our dorm? I only heard our 3 names or maybe I'm just losing it." Said Antonio confused.
"Ahh, I don't know; he could be late."
"I think we should head for our dorm now, I don't want to get lost." reasoned Francis while flicking his hair to the side.
"Right." I agreed and turned on my heel, noting all regular students had left leaving the last few representatives to be grouped.
Walking through the hall and pushing open the door I could hear my roommates footsteps echoing behind me. Pleased by this I took up a faster pace and ran up the large marble staircase, making the fire flicker in their holds on the walls. Threatening to blow out and leave us in darkness.
"Hey, slow down!" called Antonio, trying to keep up.
Turning my head to reply, subconsciously thinking it was a bad idea "Nah, you guys are just gunna have to hurry up!" I grinned finding Francis out of breath clinging to the railing. I was just about to slow down when.
"Ahh, please stop!" an extremely small voice warned.
Facing forward again all I saw was a small figure cowering with a plush white bear covering its face for protection. Naturally intrigued and forgetting to stop, I skidded and fell right on top of him, smashing straight into a marble step.
CRACK!
"Ohh, shit!" I moaned face full of fluff and something digging into my chest. Luckily for me the bear and boy underneath me aided my fall but unlucky for the boy taking the full blow of the hard sharp marble. Gently leaping off him I took in the scene before my eyes.
The boy was lying across two marble steps, limbs in strange directions. Violet eyes half lidded, and glasses smashed in places lying beside his head. I was completely shocked.
"Oh my god! Gilbert you didn't have to leap on him just because you got excited." Francis cried misunderstanding. Finally by my side.
"No its not like that I just ran into him!" I explained quickly, my sarcastic tone completely gone.
"Well, he is pretty cute." Francis continued.
"Why the hell would you be thinking that? The poor kid is almost unconscious!" I exclaimed in disbelief.
"Err, guys he is bleeding into his hair." announced Antonio looking slightly faint.
Looking back to the boy I saw patches of blood seeping into his golden locks.
"We need to get him to nurse or something, now!" I said picking him up, bridal style." And pick up that damn bear!" nodding to Francis.
"Why do I have carry it? Can we swap? I want to carry him!" moaned the Frenchman.
"No! its my fault so I will carry him and anyways I'm sure he will thank you for not forgetting it." I said through gritted teeth.
"Yay!" Francis shouted, obviously not reading my tone. He then picked up the bear and said "I bet it smells like him!"
"What the hell, man? You don't even know him."
"Guys could you keep it down because I'm already feeling sick because of the blood and your making it worse." Antonio interrupted, sitting down on a cold step.
"Boys what on earth is going on?" shrieked a voice coming from someone running up the stairs. The young male in my arms pushing his head closer to my chest; obviously not liking the sound. I really hoped it didn't look as strange as it felt to the now furious Mrs. James.
I saw her eyes widen when she got closer taking in the scene. Me with a now heavily bleeding boy in my arms, Antonio extremely pale and sitting on the floor and Francis clutching a bear to his face and looking oddly lustful. What a great start to the year I thought ready to explain. "Well, you see….err."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! It would be great if you took the time to review and I will be uploading the next chapter as soon as possible. ^_^ Im open to criticism and would like to hear any of your ideas to make it better. Soo who is this mysterious boy in Giberts arms? Why is Mr. Kirkland busy? You will have to find out in the next chapter. Though i will give you a hint: FAMILY ISSUES.
Best wishes,
RyuuForce