Note: There shall be smut! There shall be America topping the hell out of Iggy! There shall be human names, and alcohol and oral and the overused high school theme! And there will be overused romance themes, and overused implications! however, I don't own Hetalia or the characters. Otherwise it would basically be gay porn. Enjoy!
There he was. The transfer student. Arthur watched as him and the other boys in his form laughed about the party that weekend and how all of the photos of them drunk were online. His eyes then found their way to the floor where they usually were. Part of him wanted to talk to the other boy, seeing as everyone else in the year knew about his usually stubborn attitude and would only come close to him to discuss exams. He was used to it. It had been the same since play school when he was three years old. The young boy would simply sit and stare into space for hours on end without a single word, and only spoke when spoken to by an adult, plus the occasional 'thank you' if he was handed a cup of juice or his favourite stuffed teddy. For that entire year, he was never once approached by any other kid, and was always seen alone by the window. Even when he got into junior school, it was the same, and high school was torture.
"Hey, Arthur!" a voice said loudly. Said person jumped and spun around in the spot to locate the source of the voice. The other boys by the American student laughed obnoxiously in response. "You revised for the test?" The darker blonde simply looked away and pretended not to have heard in order to avoid the snickers from the other jocks, but quickly looked back in their general direction as the teacher walked out of the classroom with the one sheet of paper that every student dreaded; a seating plan guide. Despite knowing that the person sitting next to him would feel awkward, Arthur suddenly felt his heart start to race. Not only would it mean that someone would be forced to sit by him and possibly be friends, but if it was alphabetical order like usual, he would either be sitting by the transfer student, whom's name was directly before his on the register, or the quiet girl whom was popular but didn't act horrible towards him.
Just as he was about to try to work it out, they were assigned to their seats. Their names were called out together and both walked towards the seats at the back of the classroom where they were sent to. The lighter blonde slumped against the window as the darker kept his posture as good as possible by sitting up properly and rather straight. They both got their equipment out and waited for the others to get into the room. Then came that strong accent. "'Sup, Arthur?" the American said rather loudly as he leaned casually in his chair, "Ready for the exam?" This time, the Brit nodded slightly and stared at the desk in front of him. "I don't think I introduced myself, I'm Alfred. Or Alfie. Or Bear, call me whatever."
Arthur glanced up to see two ocean blue eyes and a strangely warm but goofy grin that he had never seen before. He felt as if his stomach had turned to caramel as he saw that the other boy genuinely wasn't teasing him in any way, almost as if he had finally found someone to talk to. Even so, he only allowed the corner of one side of his lips to upturn slightly before he looked back towards the desk and fiddled with his pen in anticipation for the test. He was the best at English, apart from the speaking exams. If it wasn't for the speaking exams he would get full marks in everything, but he hated speaking to the class in fear of mockery, so he would simply let the teacher read the speech, then recite it after class. Which would allow a maximum of an A grade.
The tests were handed out when everyone had found their seats. Arthur smirked slightly as he started writing with neat, long strokes. Alfred, on the other hand, audibly sighed and cursed under his breath. The Brit wrote quickly and answered each question precisely, but the American was clearly writing vaguely from the way that he stopped every few words to think. The darker finished around fifteen minutes early, whereas the lighter was still writing in the last few seconds of the test. Both walked out with completely opposing expressions; one with a look of success, the other a look of confusion. "What the hell was that?" Alfred mumbled. Arthur turned on the spot and looked at him, despite knowing full well that the question was rhetorical and not particularly aimed at anyone, but simply answered in the most formal, matter of fact tone possible, "It was higher level English, consisting of six questions that required deep answers and consistent grammar." The blue eyes widened upon hearing the quiet voice responding to his question; he had never once heard the other boy say a word in the month that he'd been at the school, despite the fact that they were in the same geography, history, English, biology, chemistry and physics classes, totalling in eighteen lessons together per week. Their eyes met for a long moment.
"Uh... I like your accent..." The Brit smiled politely and nodded once. Both went silent as they waited for the other to speak, then eventually the taller male spoke. "It would be cool to hang out with you sometime," Alfred said quietly as he smiled brightly, turned and walked towards the door. Even as he left, Arthur felt unusual. A little annoyed, a little confused, and a little content that he had finally found someone who hadn't judged him on the spot.