Chapter 1: The Idea

Something was ringing in Feliciano Vargas's ear. Was it a bug; a mosquito, perhaps? Feliciano opened his eyes, just a bit. His red digital alarm clock greeted him, and so did the time. 7:30 AM.

Feliciano gasped and grabbed the clock. He stared at it, as if to make it go back in time. In other words, Feliciano has set the time an hour late, and now he had 30 minutes to get to school!

Feliciano sprang out of bed as if a dog bit him. He took his neatly-piled-up uniform and changed into it, not bothering to take a bath. But he worried that he'd smell, so he just splashed on some Sparkling Men's Cologne (famous cologne in that city). He ran down and was greeted by a hearty "Good Morning" by his grandfather (and only living relative, if his parents were alive at all), Grandpa Roma. Feliciano was too rushed to greet back. So he got a plate of pasta and gobbled it up as fast as he could. Within seconds he could have choked, if his older brother, Lovino, did not give him the much-needed glass of water.

"Sheesh, slow down, will you?" he said grumpily as he put on his bag. Feliciano finished drinking and exclaimed "slow down? SLOW DOWN? How can I slow down? I've got less than 20 minutes to get to school and," a realization hit him "and I have a big test today!" he groaned.

Finally, that pasta was over, and Feliciano ran to the garage. He took out his bike as he waved goodbye to Grandpa Roma. He mounted his bike, making sure one pedal was down and the other up so he can ride well and not swerve. He pedaled as fast as he could, the wind blowing his auburn hair.

Reader, I must pause for a while to perchance describe our characters. Feliciano Vargas, or Feli, was 14 years old when this story happened. He was a freshman at Axis Powers High School (founded in 1942 by a German and an Italian who did not care much about the war) he was born in Italy, and so was his older brother Lovino [aged 15(a few months short of 16) and a sophomore in the same high school] When they were very young, their parents disappeared. Their Grandpa Roma, who lived in the States, took them in. Feliciano/Feli had adapted to American life but still upheld the Italian spirit by eating pasta and having a miniature flag of Italy pinned on his schoolbag. Feli had auburn hair and brown eyes, and a fun personality. He had a strange curl sticking out of his hair, but he never minded that. He had made friends in school and was rarely flippant. Lovino looked almost the same but he had darker hair and a short-tempered personality. Ok, back to the story:

Feli made it in the nick of time. As soon as he flopped down on his seat, the bell rang, and their teacher came in. As Feli fixed himself, he saw a note passed to him. He opened the note. "Why were you almost late today?—Kiku" Feli looked at the boy sitting next to him. It was Kiku Honda, a Japanese-American and Feli's close friend. He was also good at guitar. Feli took a pen and wrote on the bottom of the paper, "Set my time an hour late—Feli" then he folded it into half and passed it to Kiku. Feli watched to see Kiku's emotions when he read it. But Kiku just nodded knowingly, and then slipped the paper into his desk. Feli doubted that Kiku knew how it feels to be almost late. Kiku always got to school many minutes before the bell.

The rest of the morning was ok, except for the test. Feli palm-slapped his forehead, thinking, Why didn't I remember that last night? He knew he knew the answers, but he just could not put a finger to it.

Finally, the lunch bell rang, and the test was over. Luckily Feli got to answer all the questions, but they were all guesses and he had a migraine. He felt like he must have fried all his brain cells. He and Kiku met up with their two close friends from another class so that they can eat lunch together in the field (as this was their daily custom)

One of their friends was a boy named Alfred Jones. He was a loud, noisy fourteen year old who played drums everyday, but he was fun to be with. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, as blue as the sky on a cloudless day. He wore glasses that usually slipped from his nose and he had to put them up the ridge of his nose every 10 minutes.

The other friend was named Arthur. Arthur Kirkland. He was from England, and even if he's been in America for a decade, he still had a thick English accent (which pretty much all freshman girls loved) he was strict with the English language; hence, forever lecturing Alfred on his grammar. He had golden hair, as golden as the sun; and green, emerald green eyes. He had bushy eyebrows, too (which Feli found weird but of course the girls LOVED it) besides that, Arthur was cool (but no one knew that he drank tea and had an imaginary friend, flying mint-bunny; and slept with a stuffed unicorn named Rainbow) He was also a good bass-guitar player (which the girls could not resist; I mean, who could resist a fourteen-year old guy who is not only British, not only has killer-good looks, not only has the best grades in class, not only is a very friendly guy, but is also a good bass-guitar player?)

After they met up, they ate lunch at the field [where others ate, too (most are packs of girls pretending to have a casual conversation but are actually spying on Arthur and Alfred, for Alfred was quite a looker, too. If my calculations are correct, the results are: 80% are spying on Arthur, 20% are spying on Alfred. Feli could swear he could hear girls talking about Arthur being so smart or Alfred being so cool)] as they ate, Feli told them about his bad morning and the test.

"it wasn't that hard" Kiku said to Feli as he took a bite from his rice ball. "Easy for you to say," Feli said. "You're so smart"

Feli sighed and picked at his food. Even pasta could not cheer him up. "Music could cheer me up now," he muttered. But he forgot that Alfred was beside him, and he had a very sharp sense of hearing (but it's weird that he could not hear the girls only a few feet from them arguing in low tones who was cuter, Arthur or Alfred) Alfred's face lit up like a Christmas tree and said, "I've got an idea!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "What is it now?" he asked in a bored tone. Alfred put down his hamburger and said:

"Feli, you're good at singing right? I mean, you can hit a note or two correctly, right?" Alfred suddenly asked Feli. Feli shrugged. "I guess so" he said in a small voice. What could Alfred be planning now? Then Alfred quickly and suddenly turned to Kiku. "And you! You're good at the guitar right?" he shot questions like a pro archer. Kiku thought for a second then nodded. "I only play a few songs, but I memorize how to play chords" he answered.

"Then it's settled!" Alfred cried out excitedly, standing up, hands on his hips, a triumphant smile on his face. "What's settled?" Arthur asked. He did not have a good feeling about Alfred's idea. Alfred looked down on them. "Don't you see? We've all got a special musical talent!" "So…?" the three sitting boys asked in unison.

"So, I say we start a club!"

"WHAT?"

Alfred's smile grew wider, and Feli could swear he heard girls squealing behind him. He looked down at his friends and grinned.

And they all knew that when Alfred grins, not only do the fan-girls squeal, but that means that whatever decision he made was final.

Author's note:

Ok, so this is my first time to write fan fiction (hope I did it good) and I want to say: I am not an England/Arthur fan girl nor a America/Alfred fan girl. I just wanted to emphasize on Arthur's part because I know that he has the most fan-girls.

So anyway, this story is actually like the original, K-ON! But it's in APH style. Hope you guys like it!