Tittle: The Guitarist and the Gamer

Full Summary: Alfred is the lowest rung on the high school social ladder. He's a nerdy gamer. He isn't liked at school, and is constantly made fun of. But online he's known as the "gamer god" TheHero50, online he's one of the most popular walkthrough players, known for having the newest video games and having a walkthrough up playing live. He's never missed an update and he's everyones favorite. Back in reality he has to face sophomore year, and it doesn't help that he's gay

Arthur on the other hand is the most popular boy in school. He's a great student president of the student council. He's also the lead vocalist and a guitar player in an up and coming grunge band. Secretly he's a video game lover, its his guilty pleasure. He listens to TheHero50 everyday and never misses an update. He had this weird fantasy of who the TheHero50 is, and if he's honest with himself he, he might have a tiny crush on the man behind the screen.

Pairings: Alfred/Arthur Gilbert/Antonio Abel/Matthew Mathias/Lukas (Some not in seme uke position.)

Author's Note:

IF: Cliché title is cliché. Yet again I arrive with another story! Opps~! Blame the plot bunny. I will eventually get to my other ones. Their muses just disappeared on me, I will find them. I'm indirectly co-authoring this story with my friend Aze! She's Rping this out with me so I have inspiration. Aze~ say hi to the readers~!

Aze: Hello everybody~!

IF: Now to give you all the hated disclaimer and on to the chapter! We'll see you at the bottom.

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. I DO OWN THE PLOT. ALSO ANY RECOGNIZABLE GAME, WEBSITE, EQUIPMENT, AND/OR SONGS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS. I GAIN NO MONEY FROM DOING THIS!

Alfred walked down the hallways. He was slumped in a submissive posture, he had learned last year that keeping his head low and eyes down was easier than being beaten up. He passed a group of jocks and they laughed at him calling him names that where offensive and hurtful. Last year someone had found out that he's gay, and told the whole school. That was the worst! The jocks continued to laugh as he walked away from them.

His foot got caught on something and he fell face first onto the floor. He heard the jocks behind him begin to howl in laughter. Alfred just blushed in embarrassment. Causing his tormentors to cause him more grief. He heard another pair of footsteps come up behind them.

"What are you doing?" A British voice called.

Shit, Alfred thought. Why out of all the times Arthur could've showed up he had to pick now? Before Arthur could figure out who he was he got up and practically dived around the corner. Then he poked his head around the corner to watch what was going to happen.

"You should know better than to laugh at someone. Don't laugh at people and their misfortunes!" The Brit scolded harshly.

The jocks had the decency to at least look ashamed. Arthur gave a nod of approval and turned to walk down the hallway. Alfred blushed and then bolted down the hallway. He didn't need to get seen by the Prince of the school now. That would just be embarrassing.

He was in a hurry to get to his room and shrug off the mantle of 'Alfred Jones, breathing punching bag.' to 'TheHero50 gaming legend.' The funny part is when he had over heard people talking about their youtube channel and they let the name slip it and it turned out that they had subscribed to him. It was amusing to him, that he was hated by everyone in the real world. Online he was one of the most followed people on twitter.

Walking down the hall the lanky teenager saw that in the semi-crowded hallway the teens that saw him gave him looks that went from accusing to distaste. Sighing, at least when he posted his update his fans would be more than welcoming. In truth, without his alternate identity he wondered if he wouldn't have just killed himself earlier.

He arrived at his door, he took out his keys, but his bag had ripped and the game that he was going to start covering tomorrow fell out. Tonight he would be finishing the final arc of Alice: Madness Returns. When he went to bend down and get the game he dropped his keys. "Fuck." He muttered. Again he proved to the world and himself that he couldn't do anything right, besides video games.

Behind him he heard some shuffling. Then the noise stopped, he cocked an eyebrow wondering what was going on behind him.

"That game it supposedly really good." An accented voice said, and the accent seemed to be British.

He jumped at the sudden voice not expecting to be addressed, ever by the Prince himself, much less get a comment on his game by said Prince. He looked down at the game to hide the small red tinge on his cheeks. He did think that the game was good and from what he had read it was a good follow up from the original game. He had been playing it as his alternate walkthrough, the game he currently held was his current favorite console game.

Arthur had no trouble getting into his room and shutting the door firmly behind him. He really talked to me! He cheered internally. Once he finally got his door open as it was being stubborn he was greeted by every video game nerd's dream room. His roommate Kiku had moved out but had given him some cool stuff, Kiku was Alfred's only friend, it was rather pitiful. He flicked the lights off and turned on his brand new Alien Ware computer. It was a masterpiece of technology. He tossed his messenger bag unceremoniously onto the bed and sat himself on the comfortable chair. He finished getting his computer turned on a ready to go. The little alien that popped up when it started to turn on was his favorite pat of the start and he nicknamed it Tony.

Across the hall he heard the familiar sound of Arthur strumming his guitar. If Alfred's baby was his computer then Arthur's was his guitar. The tuneless strumming turned into "We didn't start the fire" by Billy Joel. Arthur was good on the guitar but his true instrument was his voice. He heard the faint sounds of Arthur singing softly. He had seen some(all) of Arthur's music videos. His songs where usually fast and loud. They always had a nice ring to it. Even though this was soft it still sounded good. Maybe Alfred just enjoyed the others voice.

Alfred shook the thought out of his head. His room was covered in gaming posters. Some were signed, those where the ones that he would see whenever he did his gaming. He edited last night's play through and got it ready to be uploaded. Briefly he wondered if Arthur watched his post then thought about it, it was probably a no. He updated his Youtube channel.

Before he began tomorrow's play-through he had to do his homework which was something for advance physics which gave him quiet a headache and a graphic design project which was creating a scene from a video game which he found rather enjoyable.

Meanwhile...

Arthur heard the ping of his email. He looked at his phone and saw that it was TheHero50's Update. He almost ran to his computer and waited impatiently for it to start up. He wondered wether or not he should do some of his homework he had a paper due in a few days. The screen came up and displayed his band symbol. He smiled at it, it really was a work of art. He clicked on his browser icon and when it open, youtube was his home page. He went to his subscriptions and watched the video. Again it was beautifully edited and did the game justice with the comments Hero said.

Once the video ended he sighed. Now he had to wait another twenty-four hours. He realized that this was odd, but he was curious. Hero had never shown his face on camera. Even when he played with other gamers, whose popularity skyrocketed after they did those videos. It was to be expected. Hero was considered the "Gamer God". People subbed his videos in other languages! He was an internet idol as Arthur was one in real life.

His phone buzzed. It was from his drummer Mathias. 'Oi, don't forget to pick your person for the first look song introduction on Saturday!'

He sighed. He completely forgot about that part. He needed to get someone and fast. In the past he had grabbed the first girl that caught his attention. There hadn't been one this time. For perhaps the first time he cursed his bisexuality. He must be into guys at the moment. Not that he minded it would just make the girls irritated and the guys avoid him, of course he didn't care. A little less popularity wouldn't kill him and it might help his band.

Now who would he take? Someone that isn't that known, maybe some matchmaking could be go on. If it worked out that way then the hate that he got would be countered, again, not that he really minded. It would possibly make two people very happy. He thought the boy across the hallway was an option though he didn't even know the others name. He had briefly seen his face and could point him out in the yearbook. He grabbed his yearbook and flipped to last years freshman class. He looked through the pages that the freshmen owned. There was him and his band, and then with the council he was in many of the pictures. He flipped to the portrait area.

Looking down the page until he saw who he was looking for. The name that lined up with the picture was Alfred Jones.

Now he had a name, he would ask him tomorrow during P.E, there was the when now he needed the how. He knew nothing about this kid other than he wasn't popular, played video games, and was a bit of a klutz. Maybe start a conversation with him and then ask him as they went separate ways? It sounded reasonable to Arthur and with that thought he moodily dug out his homework and wrote some sentences on to the paper he set it on the counter and went to sleep.

*~*~*~*~Epic Page Break*~*~*~*~

The next morning had Alfred stumbling around, attempting to make his way to the shower. He somehow managed that. Dressing in a well worn Superman shirt and baggy jeans, he grabbed his messenger bag and stumbled out of his room. He knew that he had little chance of bumping into Arthur. The other student always left really early. He walked to the cafeteria to get some food and then headed towards his class. Slowly.

On arrival he saw that there were many other kids already here he went to a seat in the middle, being tripped by some jock on the way to his seat.

"Mornin' fag." The jock said.

Ignoring him the best he could he recovered and sat down. Throughout class his "classmates" were shooting him with spit balls. He was getting upset. He hated this class and school he wanted to be back in his dorm where he was liked!

When the bell rang to dismiss them to their next class the jock whispered to him. "Fucking fag." Then walked away. Alfred had to inhale sharply and let out a shaky breath. He was close to crying and what was worse he had gym next with Arthur!

He walked to the locker room. Being tripped and pushed all the way to his destination. Things being hissed at him with venom. He wanted this day to be over with! This was mild, since he main tormentors where just shooting him angry looks.

They were the ones Arthur talked to. The Brit certainly had a lot of influence. It was a little more relaxing. Walking into the locker area, rubbing his shoulder after being pushed into the lockers lining the wall outside. He looked at his shoes and walked by memory to his assigned gym locker. The guys would murder him if they caught him looking at them, not that he was a pervert, but they seemed to think he was.

He walked past Arthur's area where he saw the Brit was pulling on his gym shirt, from the corner of his eyes of course. He grabbed his gym things.

He tried to change as fast as he could. When he walked out the white shirt was hanging off of him loosely and the basket ball pants were girls, which was another reason he dreaded gym class. He was so scrawny that the smallest gym clothes where big on him. Only the girls pants fit him, but their shirts weren't the correct style for a guy to wear.

He sat on the bench and the gym teacher came in long enough to tell them it was free gym and walked back into his office. The rest of his class got up and went into their little clicks. Leaving him by himself.

Thinking about what he could do by himself. He heard soft footfalls come up next to him.

"Hello there." Said a very British voice.

Oh god, anyone but him! Alfred startled and flushed a deep red. He couldn't find his voice but when he did instead of playing it cool like he thought he would. It came out as "Uh...hi."

He saw an amused glint in Arthur's eyes. He didn't like that at all. "I'm Arthur Kirkland." Arthur introduced himself. As if he was talking to a complete stranger. Arthur outstretched a hand.

"Alfred." He said as he took it. Surprisingly Arthur's hand was soft but his fingers where calloused. He also noticed that Arthur's voice had a sort of worn edge to it. Probably from his band, singing for such a long time, at that volume must've done that.

He pulled hand away awkwardly. Others always insulted him when they talked to him. Arthur was going to be no different.

"Pleasure." Arthur said in a friendly tone of voice, Alfred found himself falling in love with the speaking voice as much as the singing voice. "Mind if I sit down?

Still weary of the Brit, but not wanting to be rude "Sure." He said.

Arthur sat down with the poise and grace of a Prince. He looked to be trying to say something. "So the game you were playing, Borderlands 2, correct? How was it?"

He was surprised but then smiled. "Its a really, really good game. Its actually my favorite!"

Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow. "Is that so? That's good then."

Looking around, Alfred scratched the back of his neck. He was silent for a while before saying "Why are you talking to me? I mean I am the lamest kid at school, and you're you. So why then?"

Arthur didn't respond right away. "Well, you looked lonely. Also I have something to ask you."

Alfred was shocked and hopeful. Is Arthur going to ask me out?

Arthur appeared not to notice Alfred's facial expression. "I was wondering if you would be willing to go to a first look practice of my band's new song?"

Thinking about what had just happened he nodded. "S-sure!"

Arthur gave him a smile. "Then come to my room at noon on Saturday. I'll take you to the studio from there."

"O-okay!" He smiled. "How long will it take?" He asked worried about wether or not this was going to interfere with his schedule.

"Its supposed to be thirty minutes but may be an hour." Arthur answered

"Alright." He nodded.

Arthur smiled slightly. "I'll see you then." He got up to go and talk with some of the other students.

IF: Told you I'd see you at the bottom~! So how was it, good or bad? Suggestions? What would you like to see done in future chapters. Since I run a half democracy writing style give us your input!

Aze: We look foreword to it.

IF: See you next chapter~! Sometime soon I hope! Later~IF