SlayerSparly: Hey everyone! Guess what? I hang out with the Hetalia characters now! ^^
America: Hello everyone! The hero has arri-
England: Please shut up. Hello.
America: Hey you cut me o-
SlayerSparkly: U-um maybe you should do the disclaimer now, Poland.
Poland: SlayerSparkly, like, totally doesn't own Hetalia no matter how much she wishes she did. Do you have anything to add, Lithy?
Lithuania: Oh, she also wants to warn you that in this story you may find: Yaoi/shounen-ai, personified countries, horribly written fluff, horribly written everything (You aren't that bad Sparks!), OOC'nes, and lots of English dub stuff.
SlayerSparkly: Thank you Lithuania and Poland. Other than that I'm sorry if I don't do the countries justice or if England's dialogue is weird because I am from America and have no idea how to talk like a British person, haha. I seriously am sorry if it's screwy though.
Enjoy!
"Yay! I got all C's!" Feliciano yelled, bursting into Alfred's room wildly waving a report card in his hand. For once his eyes were open and wide open with pleasure. "I brought yours too! What did you get? What did you get?"
Alfred hastily shut off the blaring television and turned to his Italian friend. "Dude, what time is it? We had school today?" he asked in surprise.
Ignoring the American's questions Feliciano swiftly unfolded official-looking paper. His eyes skimmed over it for a moment before he set it down on the table between two half-eaten hamburgers. "I'm sorry for looking without your permission but you were taking too long, and just so you know it's all F's." he finished with a small pant and flopped down on the beaten up sofa next to Alfred.
Alfred's eyes widened. "No way!" he exclaimed. "I'm sure I did better than that!"
Feliciano shrugged. "You could ask my friend Kiku to help you, he's really smart."
"You mean like a tutor? Nuh-uh! Heroes don't need tutors!" Alfred jumped up and began turning his obviously tampered with report card this way and that, trying to make sense of all the repeating letters. There was a way to change an A into an F right?
The curl in his hair bobbed as Feliciano smiled and cocked his head. "You could ask a teacher to give you private lessons-"
"You know what? A tutor might help!" Alfred said a bit too loudly while cupping a hand over Feli's mouth. Anything but afterschool lessons with those dinosaurs. It was already bad enough that he had to spend - what? – three days a week listening to them drone on and on about boring stuff that didn't really matter. Not to mention that it always felt as if he was inhaling chalk dust whenever he walked into a classroom.
"Great!" Feliciano said with a clap of his hands. "I'll go talk to Kiku next time I get the chance. I have to go now; I'm meeting Ludwig for PASTA~!"
The Italian hopped up and skipped to the door leaving Alfred with just one question:
Wait… how did he even get into my apartment?
…
The next day passed by all too quickly. The sun seemed to almost blast across the sky until it's rays started to disappear over the horizon in what felt like a matter of hours. Alfred sighed. He had skipped school that day to prepare himself for having Kiku over but had only just realized that tutors probably got mad at you for skipping. Oh well.
Suddenly a knock on the door rang out over the blasting television and the sound of paper crumbling as Alfred unwrapped another hamburger. "Coming!" he yelled.
…
Arthur knocked on the door once again, irritated that 'Alfred' had yet to open the door. Apparently he was desperate for a tutor, but how did he expect to keep one if he couldn't even open the bloody door for them?
He sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled blond hair. At least he wasn't tutoring Francis like Kiku was. Poor chap. In fact, if it wasn't for Kiku, Arthur would probably be on his way to the Frenchman's house right now.
"Kiku!" Feliciano had hollered, throwing open the door and skipping into the room.
Looking nervously up from his book Kiku answered, "H-hai?"
"Alfred failed all of his classes; He really wants to know if you can help him."
Arthur nearly dropped his pencil. "I could do it!" He almost yelled. If it would get him out of spending alone time with Francis he would do anything. "I'll just tell Francis that I can't-"
"You can't just abandon him!" Feliciano gasped. He seemed to be appalled that Arthur would give up on his pupil so easily. Feliciano obviously didn't know Francis.
Arthur was about to reply when Kiku turned to him. "You can leave tutoring Francis to me if it means that much to you." He said.
He was suddenly pulled out of his memory as the door opened to reveal a very confused young man. "Uh, where's Kiku?" he asked while scratching his head.
"I am Arthur Kirkland," he answered. "I'll be tutoring you instead."
