NekoiiXx and I changed our names :) So thank you 'Nerro' for betaing! She's super busy so it's really nice of her :D

Arthur Kirkland opened the door to his first class at his new school, Hetalia High. He'd taken Society and Culture as a subject at his school in London; however his heart sunk when he glanced around the class room, only to see a bunch of hyperactive students and lacking teacher. He finally spotted the only available seat which was next to a good looking boy with a tanned complexion, and walked towards him while ignoring the stares he was attracting. "Hello," Arthur said with a thick accent and flashing a quick smile to the intrigued boy. "Is that seat taken?"

"Not at all," he smiled back at the Brit sliding his bag off the table where it landed unceremoniously on the floor with a thump. "I haven't seen you around, are you new here?"

"Yes, I just transferred today." Arthur said relaxing slightly into his seat where he could no longer feel eyes burning into him.

"I'm Toni," Antonio (Toni) held out his hand.

"Arthur," he gave the other teen a firm hand shake, "it's nice to meet you."

"I like your accent, when did you move here?" Antonio asked resting his head in the palm of his hand and showing an almost dreamy look to the British boy. Arthur was slightly embarrassed by his gaze while being unaware that Toni was a lazy individual and meant no harm with his innocent look.

"Just four days ago." Arthur said turning away from him and pulling out his books which he assembled neatly in front of him.

"Do you like America?"

"It's a little odd, quite different to London which is daunting but I think I'll grow to like it," he shrugged. "I'm living with my two brothers; the older one got a job offer over here so we moved." He told him conversationally.

Antonio sat up straight again and offered a kind smile, "well, if you need help getting settled just ask." At this, Arthur returned the smile.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Alright class, quiet down, I know I'm late," the teacher muttered. The class burst into chuckles as his lateness was nothing new to them, except Arthur who was left out of the joke. Mr King was a tall man in his early forties with dark hair and fair skin. He wore square shaped glasses that sat high on the rim of his nose, along with a white collared shirt and jeans.

Arthur had been pleasantly surprised by the fashionable clothes he had obtained in the airport and seen being worn as he walked through the school hallway. While the girls all appeared to be wearing atrociously short skirts or shorts - despite the freezing weather - he had also spotted students wearing designer brands of which he himself was fond of and found tasteful. Maybe not all Americans were as moronic as he'd previously believed.

Incidentally, a voice sprang out from the corridor to ruin that thought. "WAIT!" An American boy with dark blonde hair shouted, kicking the door open abruptly. "I'm not late! Don't mark me off!" The boy begged, rushing into the room with his school bag in his hand. He wore a plain white t-shirt under what Arthur recognised to be a bomber jacket along with a pair of ripped jeans that appeared to have been torn deliberately.

"Go sign in Jones," the teacher said without sympathy.

"What?" Alfred groaned loudly running his hand through his fringe. "Come on! You always make me sign in! Have some compassion King! It was only because this old lady was going to be hit by a car so I had to-"

"No one wants to hear any hero stories!" Mr King declared, starting to lose his cool in the argument with the infuriating boy.

Alfred gave a coy smile, "are you sure? Why don't we ask the class then-?"

"Alright! Never mind! Just sit down!" The teacher snapped impatiently.

"Thank you," Alfred said exasperated, as if he had been the victim of annoying banter. He turned back to the snickering room, and his eyes fell on Arthur. He froze. "Wait- who're you?" He asked shamelessly pointing at the blonde.

Arthur flushed when all eyes turned to him, the mysterious new kid who had transferred mid-term. "Hi," Mr King looked over towards Arthur, "I'm sorry, what's your name? I'm not sure if you're on the role yet."

"I'm Arthur Kirkland." He said as confidently as he could, considering his embarrassment. The Brit could hear audible whispering about his accent and wished he could melt into his desk. Antonio was watching his expression and placed a reassuring hand briefly on to the pitiful boy's shoulder.

"Well, welcome to the class Arthur- Jones! For God's sake! Sit down!"

"But Artie's in my spot." He said incredulously as if he couldn't believe that there was no seat for him.

"It's Arthur," he corrected the American without hesitation, clenching his teeth at the detestable nickname. "I'm sorry, should I-"

"Get a desk from next door then!" Mr King was fed up at this point, the class had lost interest in the American boy but Alfred was still standing.

"Alright," Alfred sighed after a minute of staring at the desk that he had claimed at the beginning of term.

Mr King took this time to write the pages of work to do on the board. Everyone set to work including Arthur who flipped open his new textbook. "I forgot my book," Antonio said awkwardly, "mind if I share?"

Arthur smiled and pushed the book between them deciding it would be best to make as many friends as possible (because he would never do something for another person). "Not at all."

"Thanks,"

"Arthur, would you come up here for a minute?" And once more all eyes found themselves on the Brit, studying his face and judging his body. He was good looking, despite having rather bushy eyebrows and hair that he'd never in his life been able to sit neatly. Girls already had 'dibs' on him when they heard his upper-class accent, however, the accent they used when 'dibsing' him was enough to turn the Brit off most girls in the school. Boy, how he hated that accent.

"Well first off, welcome, I'm sorry you had to see that first thing. Jones is a character." Arthur nodded once and tried not to let amusement show on his face. "Have you done society and culture before?"

"Yes, at my last school." He answered quickly.

"Perfect, then, I wish you luck and hope Alfred doesn't bother you too much."

"I'm sure we'll get along," Arthur lied, believing that he needed to be polite and not sound judgemental (which he was, unavoidably).

The teacher quirked an eyebrow at him in disbelief, since most people would have been slightly more fazed by the student's display. "Well, everyone's entitled to their own opinions, sorry, that was off topic." He struggled to remember their original conversation. "Right, feel free to ask me anything, and I hope you get settled in."

"Thank you sir." Arthur gave a polite nod.

"Alright, you can sit down now." Just as the teen turned Alfred once again made his presence known by announcing to the teacher (and the rest of the class).

"They didn't have a desk, so I just got a chair."

Arthur stared at him wondering if this boy was really as big an idiot as he led on. He seemed dense, which was fair enough but his inflamed ego was like something out of a novel.

"I don't care, just sit down and do your work. I don't know why you even bothered taking this class." Mr King muttered the last bit, turning his attention to his laptop screen in a desperate attempt to block out the irritating student.

"It was either this or French, and God knows that French isn't going to happen with Francis in the class." He said bluntly; the room giggled.

Arthur sat down again but never tore his gaze from the American. His blue eyes caught the Brit's attention and he found himself almost poetically (it was in his nature) comparing them to the sea, intensified by the glasses he wore. Alfred was now dragging the chair across the floor ensuring that the noise was as loud as possible on the wooden surface. He stopped in front of Arthur.

"Can I help you?" Arthur asked, quite literally.

Alfred whistled and then grinned, "new kid's got attitude, you may want to work on the sarcasm though-"

"No, I mean- did you want something?" Arthur frowned as Alfred pulled his chair into the desk so that their knees bumped into each other. He was becoming infuriating. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Alfred, why don't you sit on my side?" Antonio offered seeing the Brit's face flush from the close proximity of Alfred's face to his.

"I forgot my text book." He shrugged while pulling the book so that he could read it, very close to him.

"If you do that I can't see." Antonio pulled it back to the centre.

"Awww, but you have better vision then me-"

"Then get new glasses, you always pull this st-"

"Switch with me," Arthur snapped. The room was dead silent; Mr King had lost interest and was watching youtube with headphones over his ears.

"Thanks Artie!" Alfred's hand dove into the mass of hair that belonged to the Brit who slapped the other's hand away in annoyance.

"Arthur," he corrected the other teen with a sigh. Now the book was in perfect sight for the three of them, however Alfred had no intention of doing the work laid out.

"So, 'Arthur', what's up? Why'd you move here?"

"Brother's work." Hell, he'd be saying this a lot today.

"Man, you have such a cool accent." He grinned and Arthur looked up at him, once again studying his face while finding his situation embarrassing.

"Thanks," he flushed at the compliment and smile he'd received.

"Al, do the work." Antonio scowled at him knowing that it had little effect.

"By the way," Alfred ignored his friend. "I'm Alfred F. Jones." He extended a hand which Arthur shook once.

"Arthur Kirkland."

"Dude, I can't believe you actually shook my hand… You're soooo British." Arthur didn't know whether to be offended, so he let the comment slide reassuring himself of how honourable it was to be called 'British'.

"Al…" Antonio said in a warning tone.

"C'mon Toni, how often do you get to talk to a British dude?" Alfred slung an arm around Arthur who had lost all sense of placement due to the physical contact and remained still. We're all Americans so…touchy feely?

"You'll have time after class, for now just focus."

"Toni has a stick up his ass because no matter how much he studies he's still waaayyyy under average." Alfred explained while withdrawing his arm and nudging the Brit.

"Alfred!" Antonio blushed from ear to ear out of humiliation of being called stupid by the American (of all people). "It's not like you can talk-"

"He's right Jones, your grades are shocking," Mr King pipped in, he'd obviously been listening for a while but showed little interest in their conversation, favouring the screen in front of him.

"Yeah, but I don't try." Arthur was overwhelmed by the bluntness Alfred used when speaking with authority. The boy had no respect for his friends, classmates or teachers. "Artie-"

"Yes?" Arthur turned immediately to Alfred without bothering to correct him.

"What subjects do you have today?" The American leant his head on his hand and gazed at the boy.

"Uh," Arthur rustled through his bag until he found the neatly folded sheet of paper the office lady had given him. "I have Ancient history next, PE, maths and study… is a 'study' a free period?"

Alfred seemed to have zoned out and was eyeing him carefully. Arthur desperately wished he could read the American's mind as the stare was making him feel uneasy. "Hm? Oh, yeah, I have one then too and I have history with you, great huh?" He grinned.

"Bloody fantastic." He muttered inaudibly.

"I have PE with you Arthur." Antonio pipped in suddenly, then returned to his text book.

"So what do you do for fun in good old England?" Alfred asked, turning his chair so that his back was against Toni and while he faced the Brit.

"Reading and writing I guess, I love football-"

"Football? Awesome! Me too!"

"Ah- wait, I mean soccer, we call it football in England." The blonde teen said bitting his lower lip and willing the conversation to end.

"Ohhhh," Alfred drawled out loudly then followed with an obnoxious laugh.

"Yeah…"

"That's it! JONES! Move to the back of the room!" Mr King shouted slamming his headphones down and pointing to the corner.

"Seriously?"

"No Alfred, he's kidding." Antonio rolled his eyes.

"Yes seriously!" Mr King almost spat.

"Man! Arthur, you got me in trouble!"

"No I-" Arthur started panicked that he was the cause of the commotion but Alfred ruffled his hair playfully and winked at him.

"Relax," was all he said before walking back and once again dragging his chair so that it grated against the wood to emphasise his annoyance.

"Jones!"

"You know, just because you put me back here it won't keep me from talking." He stated matter-of-factly while taking a seat, crossing his legs and leaning forward.

"If there was a way to shut you up I'd know, I'd pay for what ever could do it."

Alfred gave a wicked smile then cupped his hands around his mouth. "SO ARTHUR, YOU FREE THIS AFTER NOON?"

"GET OUT!" Arthur sank into his chair as the teacher pointed to the door. "Principal now!"

Alfred smirked and pulled his chair back beside Arthur.

"Alfred," Antonio gave a disappointed sigh.

"I'll see you next class." Alfred clapped the two boys on the shoulders then grinned at his enraged teacher as he left the room.

"Back to work guys." Mr King said in a menacing but soft voice.

Arthur had only ever heard of a 'cursed chair' in mythology. He never believed he would wind up sitting in one so evil. And this is just first period was all Arthur could think as he turned to his text book again. The fun hadn't even started.

Tell me if I should continue this, because I'm working on a few others at the moment. Thanks :)