So I've been reading A LOT of USUK fics, lately and, I must say, it has piqued my interest in beginning to write again.

As much as I love the main storyline of Hetalia, I find it difficult to formulate any sort of stories I could write that would make sense/be historically accurate.

That said. Woo, 'Gakuen'. Apologies if anybody seems to be OOC, it's been a good long while since I've written anything of a decent length.

Anyway, "human" names are used, and for countries that don't have official human names, I'm just using the most widely used fan-chosen names, I guess.

PS. I know that's not how you spell Feliciano- Arthur doesn't.


What was it about that obnoxious American that had Arthur so interested in him? A growl would have trickled from Arthur's lips had he not had the decency to compose himself as a proper gentleman would.

He sat in class- History of all classes- clicking a pen in irritation at the oblivious blond sitting to his right. Instead of paying attention, the American was passing notes with a silly brunette boy sitting behind him- Felishiono or something.

Not that Arthur cared; Alfred could do whatever he wanted, it's not like he had feelings one way or another towards Arthur.

Actually, Alfred DID do whatever he wanted. With plans to try out for captain of the school's American football team and, for some reason, to run for class president in addition to that, Alfred seemed to garner attention everywhere he went. To top it all off, Alfred was, without a doubt, one of the most pined for boys in the school; Despite how amazingly daft the boy was. Not that most people cared how intelligent he was with a face like that.

…With blue eyes like that.

No! Arthur snapped back to attention; he would not let his mind wander. Arthur was attractive in his own way, for sure- he was actually fairly aware of this fact, but never considered how it could work to his advantage in any case.

He let out something of a sigh and refocused his eyes on their teacher, hearing, but not quite processing, the lecture he was giving about the Revolutionary War.

Upon hearing that sigh, Alfred's eyes wandered over towards Arthur. That grumpy Brit always had a frown on his face and his eyes narrowed in irritation at something or another.

It was only something like the third week of school and Alfred's eyes had settled on the slightly geeky looking, sandy-blond seated right next to him. Why? Well, Alfred wasn't entirely sure, to tell the truth. There wasn't really anything exceptional about him; he was overly grumpy, had hideously huge eyebrows, spoke down to everybody around him and seemed generally unapproachable. His only friends were a strange Frenchman- Francis ( though friend seemed too strong a word ) and… No, that was it.

Yeah, there were plenty of other attractive people in the school that Alfred could set his sights on, but Arthur seemed the perfect mixture of challenge and fun. Not that anybody else would ever agree.

The bell rang and Arthur immediately rose from his seat, snatching his books and notes up in one swift movement before heading towards the door. Behind him, Alfred and Felishiono prattled on about their favourite foods, his ears unconsciously strained to hear Alfred's half of the conversation before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned immediately, ready to swat the hand away and shout in the face of whomever had touched him but the words caught in his throat when he realized it was, in fact, Alfred.

"Hey!" Alfred grinned cheekily at the slightly shorter man.

"'Lo." Arthur blinked, slightly taken aback by the sudden contact and closeness of the American.

"I'm Alfred F. Jones!" Alfred held a pencil out, the grin never faltering, "Oh. And you dropped this!"

"I bloody well know who you are." Arthur mumbled, snatching the pencil away. "Who doesn't?" he grumbled. He absently watched as Felishiono ran past the two and straight into a tall, rather intimidating blond, only to attach himself to the man's arm, much to the apparent dismay of the blond.

"Bye, Feliciano!" Alfred had called after him, receiving no reply as the boy seemed to be more interested in the body he had latched onto.

Oh. So that was his name.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Alfred grinned as Arthur turned away and began walking. He took long strides so as to keep up with the practically running Brit.

"What for?" Arthur asked earnestly. Alfred was pretty, but Arthur had no real interest in pursuing the daft blond. There probably weren't enough brain cells floating around in that jock's head to even process the fact that Arthur found him attractive, so there was no point.

"Well, I told you my name." Alfred had sounded earnestly dejected. Without warning he dashed around in front of Arthur, effectively blocking his way. "I heard you're a gentlemen and don't they usually, you know, respond when they're being spoken to?" That irritatingly attractive grin had plastered itself across Alfred's face again, much to Arthur's chagrin.

But Arthur couldn't very well ignore what he had said. Nevermind the fact that Alfred had evidently heard things about him, he was a gentlemen so he supposed he'd have to introduce himself eventually.

With a huff and a rather exaggerated roll of the eyes, Arthur grunted out his name for the over-energetic teenager. "Arthur Kirkland."


A/N:: NAISU TO MEET YOU.

You know, the funny thing is I don't even really like America on his own; it's strange writing such "compliments" about him. ( The insults I'm indifferent to, huh. )

Feedback is awesome. Like I said, haven't written in years. Lemme know if I'm too long-winded or too stupid or whatever, I'd appreciate it.