Chapter one; First day
"Bye brother, see you after school... Don't forget to bloody pick me up like last year!" Arthur questioned as he looked at the blacked out windows of the vehicle he had just climbed out of. A muffled grumble sounded from the glass and the car drove off in a furious way. The dirty blonde boy sighed with frustration as he spun on his heels, firmly holding his rucksack over his shoulder with nerves; gazing upon the new tall standing building surrounded with young people just as young as he. He understood that he had to attend his most important years at an actual school, but what he didn't get was why he had to wear a uniform with such... Interesting features. Though he thought it were smart to have a uniform, and he was all up for that idea. He just didn't get why the colours were... those colours!
The overly conscious brit looked around at the girls in their navy blue short skirts, rolled up as high as they possibly could to give the boys 'a show', their socks reaching their knees and rolled down a little to just rest under their knees. Crumpled over their tiny skirts were dark green polo shirts, rolled up to tightly fit the figure of the person under it; tied up at the back with a cheap hair band. First impression: 'All the girls in this school are tramps.' Not that he was against the way the girls wore their uniform, if you know what i mean. But he did have a problem with the way the male population dressed in the school; trousers barely clinging to their shorts or underwear (obviously too big for them). Did they not have knowledge that belts actually existed?
Arthur himself felt like the smartest person in the school. Well kept, polished shoes, ironed trousers to perfection and not a speck of dirt anywhere on his clothing. His first lessons were alright though. He'd found a few people he could talk to and work with during the class work. Apparently Germans aren't so bad at English as he originally had thought. Ludwig, a tall male student, same age as Arthur, also looked spotless just like the brit; though even more neat with his lush blonde hair combed back and jelled. Arthur didn't really bother with his hair in the morning, so it was pretty messy. However the way his hair would naturally stick up in a styled way made it look actually styled to be messy. The brits new found friend was pretty quiet and hard working; very to the point and intimidating at first glance. The two had most of their classes together, as well as a loud annoying Italian boy in a lot of classes, though not all the same –thankfully-. But when he was in the class he noticed the two would always talk and have the most outrageous discussions. And Ludwig would often shout at him when the Italian would say something stupid or did something he couldn't comprehend himself.
Why someone as reserved and un-approachable as Ludwig would let such a hyperactive wanker hang around with him, Arthur didn't know? Well he supposed that opposites really do attract. But honestly, Feliciano was- by far= the most annoying person the brit had ever come to face in a school environment. Those two were with each other all day, and of course, Arthur was too since they were his only friends so far.. Well Ludwig was; Feliciano more of an acquaintance. Arthur also spent his break that day with four other people; Three from the year about; Lovino, Antonio and Gilbert; and one in his own year, which he later found out named Francis. The first break he spent with the group, he knew that he hated them all. Especially that frog Francis! He out of all of them he could not stand a single moment! Lessons after the first break the two had both lessons together, sitting TOGETHER. Sod that. How on earth was he going to do this every week for the next god knows how many years?
Arthur hated the French. Always had, always would. And with Francis there, his hate would be very strong and obvious; especially in classes where they were to sit at the back and bicker throughout. English; Math; History; Geography; Biology and Physical education, Arthur was graced with the French student's presence in these classes, and in their spare time. By the end of the brits first day, he found himself struggling to think in a calm manner as he waited for his Elder brother Allistor to pick him up again.
3:20PM. Arthur was waiting outside under the school bike shelter, gazing out at the sky's tears rushing down on the ground in front of him. He loved the rain; made him feel calm how it would trickle down things, how it felt in his hair. His lips curled up slightly before he took a few steps toward to put himself under the mercy of the rain. The brit closed his eyes after a few moments, enjoying the feeling of a small raindrop roll down his cheek, to his jaw line, down to his chin, then drop to his uniform along with the many others.
A few minutes passed and Arthur was already swept away from the blissful feeling of the rain, the said bliss was interrupted by a shield above his head and something pressed up his arm. "What the bloody..?" The brit opened his eyes to look at what was touching him; only to see perfect sea blue eyes stare right at his gorgeous emerald ones. His vision then expanded when he noticed blonde locks fall perfectly around the blue eyes, then all the features of... "Francis what the bloody hell are you doing?! Get lost wanker!" He growled before taking a few steps away from the said boy, back out into the rain again.
"Oh Cher, such fowl language, you should really take a shower and wash your mouth out tonight." The slightly taller male suggested, taking a step closer to the brit to share the umbrella once more. Arthur couldn't help but scuff and take a step away again before grabbing the umbrella handle and pull it down so the other also got wet, completely ruining his 'perfect' completion. Even if Arthur did despise the very thought of the Frenchman, he wasn't one to lie; especially about people. He admitted—to himself- The moment he first saw the blonde in the sandwich queue that he was in fact beautiful. The way his uniform was perfectly fitted to his figure; Trousers hanging off his hip bones; shirt casually yet neatly tucked under those trousers, the top few buttons undone to expose a few chest hairs and thin neck. The slight tan the male had from god knows what; along with his light, flawless blonde hair tied up with a single and fragile ribbon loosely which allowed a few strands to fall out to give him more of an attraction. The man was practically radiating with sexual intents, out and toward from girls who would kiss the very floor he stepped on. Blimey was he popular also. It made Arthur sick frankly. Good looking or not, that personality was bull! To him that is...
"What the hell. Arthur what are you doing?! I don't care if you want to catch a cold, but I don't!" He protested before pulling his umbrella back up over his head. The brit frowned and growled quietly from the back of his throat in return. "Well you shouldn't sneak up on people like that frog! What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing Mon Cher, I just didn't want you to catch cold. It is your first week after all."
"That's none of your concern wanker..."
"Oui but I want to be concerned so I will."
Arthurs frown dropped further down his face before he spat down before the French teens feet. Why the bloody hell did that frog have to be so stubborn? If he could just leave him alone they wouldn't be so far into 'hate' on the first week let alone day! But alas, it was too late for that. The Frenchman flinched with disgust at the rude motion as the brit turned around to walk off toward the gates. At present, the brit didn't care if he had to walk six hundred miles if it meant that the other would leave him be. Though today god was not on his side, and Francis followed him to the gate and grabbed one of the straps hanging from his backpack to draw the brit to a halt.
The brit was forced to stop in his tracks to fight off the other blonde's hands off of his bag; the bloody cheek. He can't just grab someone's bag like that! "Francis! What the bloody hell do you want?! I'm trying to get home you poor excuse for a student!" He yelled aimlessly as he turned around to shoot the slightly taller blonde a glare that could kill a thousand men with ease.
"Oh come on lapin, don't be so rash." The elder male replied back with an obviously fake hurt tone and face. Who did he think our Arthur was; an idiot? Pfffft, yeah right! The brit said to him before pulling the other broke a face before shoving his shoulder back and turning around to carry on down the road. It was nearing 5 now, and the usual British fog was starting to reveal its self down the long stretch of road before the brit- dim lights moving in all directions down the road next to him. It was that late already? No... Its winter, of course it isn't. At best it was 4:30. He couldn't have waited all that time for that stupid scot to pick him up.
Arthur looked back cautiously, slowly stopping to see nothing along the path behind him. Well at least Francis had stopped following him. The brit span on his heels to face the direction he was walking in and started to walk again back home into the closely approaching darkness.
First thoughts on his high school years;
It will be a loooong three years.
/ OKAY THAT'S THE END TO CHAPTER ONE~ Hope you guys like it so far. =3= I know i fail at writing but that's why I'm working so hard with this one /3 Gotta get better somehow right? XD Anyways! Tell me your thoughts on it so far with reviews and stuff! I'll be back with another chapter ASAP! Ciao for now!