A/N: This is my first real multi-chapter fic so I'm kind of excited to write it. Hope y'all like it! Also, sorry if any of the characters act too OOC, I tried my best to try to make them act the way they normally would! This chapter will have both America and England's POV's!

Pairings: USUK, one-sided (?) PruCan, Can/Ukraine, Spamano, GerIta, and other various pairings!

Warnings: Rated T- Shounen-ai and mild (or not so mild, idk lol) cussing, oh and it's Human AU!

Disclaimer: Hetalia Axis Powers, own I do not. XD

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Chapter One

It had been a stupid fight. Alfred F. Jones had gone to help his best friend Arthur Kirkland pack his belongings for college when they'd argued. The boys had been normal at first, laughing and talking as they put Arthur's various belongings into boxes.

"Man, I can't believe you're going all the way to Cali," Alfred said enviously. "I wanted to go to Cal U too."

"You were accepted, were you not?" Arthur asked as he tried to reach the highest shelf on his cabinet.

"Yeah, but when my mom found out, she cried and said she didn't want me to go so far so that's why I decided to attend the University of Maine instead," Alfred sighed, pushing past Arthur to grab the knick-knacks Arthur had on the high shelf.

"Ah thanks. So you're staying close to your mumsy? I didn't realize you were such a momma's boy," Arthur teased.

"Shut up," Alfred pouted. "I'm not a momma's boy. Anyway, I told you all this before didn't I?"

"I'm sorry, I've been too distracted trying to come up with travel arrangements," Arthur said. He sat down on his bed and wiped some sweat dripping down his face. "It's too hot."

"You better get used to it," Alfred laughed, fanning Arthur's face with a paper he'd found on his desk. "I heard California's really hot."

"I know. I'm kind of looking forward to that. I've always wanted to live in a sunny place. England was almost always rainy and cold and Maine is so windy and foggy, especially during the summer," Arthur moaned. "Of course, it will take some time getting used to the hot temperatures but I don't mind."

"So, you're really excited about leaving huh," Alfred quit fanning Arthur's face to sit beside him on the bed.

"Yes, of course," Arthur furrowed his bushy eyebrows. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason really, I was just wondering if you would be homesick. 3,000 miles is really far ya know. School doesn't start for another two months, you don't have to leave so early."

"Of course I'll be homesick which is why I am leaving early, I want to get used to being away from home," the Brit ran a hand through his already messy blond hair. "But I'll be fine. I mean, I moved here all the way from across the ocean and I got over it eventually. And besides, I'm not the only one from Hetalia High going to Cal U. Ludwig Beilschmidt is attending too."

"Did you even talk to the guy?" Alfred snorted.

"We were both in the student council so we got to know each other pretty well," Arthur replied. "As a matter of fact, we're taking the same flight to Los Angeles."

"Oh, well I'd take my PSP if I were you 'cause that dude can be really boring and stuffy sometimes," Alfred suggested.

"Just because someone is serious and not crazy like you does not mean they are boring Alfred," Arthur rolled his eyes. He stood back up and stretched his arms. "Come on, get up and help me. We're almost done."

"I don't mind helping you and all, but why don't your brothers* help you too?" Alfred asked.

"Because they are lazy douchebags," Arthur answered. "Besides, I don't want them going through my things."

"It's not like your stuff is interesting anyway," Alfred taunted. "What could you possibly have to hide? I know everything about ya Artie."

"Don't call me that wanker," Arthur snapped, his face turning red. "And you DON'T know everything about me. I have some secrets if you must know."

"Oh yeah? What are they?" Alfred asked playfully, his blues eyes twinkling behind his glasses.

"They're called secrets for a reason moron," Arthur sighed.

"Aww come on Artie, I tell you everything," Alfred whined.

"It's not my fault you can't keep a secret. Not even your own," replied Arthur, not taking notice of Alfred's use of the hated nickname. "Now please, help me finish packing."

"Fine," Alfred sniffled. Arthur smiled as he turned to empty his desk. The room was silent for the next few minutes and Arthur took the time to relish in the peacefulness, as he knew it would not last long. Sure enough, only ten minutes later, Alfred spoke up again.

"What's this?" Alfred peered under Arthur's bed and reached out to grab something. It was a small, stuffed green rabbit with wings sticking out of its back. Shit, Arthur thought, panicked. He thought he'd packed Flying Mint Bunny already. "Is this yours Artie?"

For a few seconds, Arthur contemplated lying and saying it belonged to his little brother Peter but decided against it. "Yes," he admitted. Alfred looked at him and the bunny and let out an annoying laugh.

"I can't believe you still have stuffed animals Artie," Alfred guffawed, waving the bunny around. Arthur eyed the bunny warily. He'd had it since he was five so it was old and could tear easily, especially with the way Alfred was handling it.

"Give it back now please," he said through gritted teeth. Alfred didn't listen so Arthur stuck out his hand and grabbed one of its legs.

"Let me play with it a little more," Alfred chuckled, trying to tug it away from his shorter friend.

"No. Give it back now!" Arthur said desperately. "It was a gift from someone special to me!"

"That's so gay!" Alfred laughed and Arthur's temper flared. He tugged the rabbit towards him too roughly and he heard the sound of fabric stretching. Both boys watched as the bunny's leg came loose into Arthur's hand, the rest of the bunny staying with Alfred.

"Ah shit Arthur, I'm so so-" Alfred started to apologize but went silent when he saw Arthur was glowering at him.

"Get out." Arthur said, shaking with anger. He dropped the bunny's leg and Alfred bent down to pick it up.

"It was an accident! I'm sorry!" Alfred exclaimed.

"I don't care! God, why do you have to be such an asshole! You inconsiderate git, get out NOW!" Arthur knew he was overreacting but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"FINE!" Alfred burst out, his own temper flaring. "God, you don't have to be such a little bitch!"

"Fuck you!" Arthur snapped at Alfred's retreating back. A few moments later, he heard the sound of a car and screeching wheels and he knew Alfred was gone.

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A/N: *-Arthur's brothers are Wales, Scotland, North Ireland, and Sealand. I don't think they'll be appearing in later chapters but I just thought I should mention that.

Hope you enjoyed!