Alfred looked at his new school ahead of him. He hated being the new kid...to make matters worse, he was a sophmore this year, too. The teen sighed, making his way up the front steps and into the front office. There was a secretary-type lady sitting at the desk. Alfred approached her cautiously.

"Um...excuse me?"

The lady peered at him over her spectacles. "What?"

"Yeah, um...I just moved here and I'm new to this school..."

"Your name?"

"Alfred Jones..."

The lady typed something into the computer on the desk, then waited for it to print. She took the piece of paper off the top of the printer and handed it to Alfred. "Here's your schedule, Mr. Jones. Report to classroom 18C for homeroom. You might want to hurry though, because the bell rings in five minutes."

"Oh crap!" Alfred grabbed the paper out of her hand and sprinted down the hallway, searching frantically for 18C, wherever it was. He finally found the room and slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath before he went in.

"Hey...you okay?" a voice suddenly said beside him. Alfred turned to see a boy slightly older than him. He had astonishing green eyes and a British accent. Alfred was too stunned to speak. The boy held out his hand to Alfred. "I'm Arthur. You?"

Alfred decided he liked this kid. He grinned and shook his hand. "I'm Alfred!" He looked at the door. "What homeroom are ya in?"

"This one,"

"Dude, seriously? Me too!"

"Brilliant!" Arthur glanced at the clock on the opposite wall and smirked. "3...2...1..."

BRRIIING! BRRIIING!

The Brit waited for the bell to quit ringing and finally walked through the door, Alfred following him.

"Mr. Kirkland! Late again, I see..." the teacher scolded, his eyes shifting to Alfred. "Oh, hello Mr. Jones, welcome to the school...Arthur! Sit! Oh and by the way, both of you have detention."

What? Detention on his first day?!

"Alfred, have a seat next to Ivan," The teacher pointed to an empty chair in the back next to a tall boy wearing a scarf. He smiled when Alfred caught his eye and waved him over. Alfred sighed and picked his way through the bookbags scattered in the aisles and sat down. He noticed Arthur was sitting diagonally across from him. He was talking quietly to a blond guy with a French accent. Alfred turned around to see who had just prodded him in the back with what felt like a pencil. It was Ivan.

"Privyet," he said with a Russian accent, smiling slightly.

Alfred looked confused. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Ivan laughed softly, fixing Alfred with his calm but slightly unnerving gaze. "I said hello,"

"Oh..."

Whoa...his eyes...they're such a weird color...

"Well, it was nice meeting you," Alfred said hesitantly. The Russian just kept looking at him with that odd look of his.

"Da,"

The teacher suddenly strode down the aisle, rapping Ivan's desk with a pointer stick. "Ivan, you better not be talking..."

"Nyet, sir..."

"Good..." The teacher looked over and noticed the French guy and Arthur were still talking. "Francis! Detention! No talking in homeroom!" Alfred guessed that Francis was the blond sitting near him.

"Oui, sir..."

After the teacher had gone back up to the front of the room, Ivan poked Alfred in the back again. "Hmm...the teacher is really dishing out the detentions today, da?"

"Yeah..."

"Ivan!" Damn...the teacher again...

"Detention, I know..."

...

The bell rang again, signalling the end of homeroom. Alfred wasn't sure where to go, so he just stood up, looking around awkwardly. Soon Arthur walked over with Francis and two other guys he didn't know.

"Hey Alfred, this is Ludwig..." Arthur pointed to a tough-looking guy with slicked-back blond hair. Ludwig nodded stiffly to Alfred. "And Feliciano," The other boy was a brunette with a strange curl sticking out. He smiled broadly.

"Welcome to the school, Alfred!" Feliciano had an Italian accent and a happy-go-lucky attitude.

"Yeah..." Ludwig chimed in. He didn't seem as tough as he looked.

"Thanks," Alfred looked around at the group of boys that had so eagerly welcomed him to the school. He smiled, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Let's see...there's Arthur, Francis, Ivan, Ludwig, and the Italian...Feliciano.

"So...now what?"

Ivan stepped forward from seemingly out of nowhere. "Oh, da, I forgot you were new...We are supposed to go to our lockers, but nobody really does,"

Arthur shot Ivan a look. "I think what he's trying to say is, we should all go to our lockers now, right Ivan?"

Ivan just smiled and nodded.

"Oui, let's go!"

"Nobody asked you, Francis..."

"Well you don't have to be mean about it..." Francis had a hurt look on his face.

"Will you all just shut up and leave all ready?!" Ludwig interjected.

Alfred sighed and walked out the door. He looked down, realizing he still had his schedule in his hand. The teen searched it, wondering if it told him what locker he had and the combination. It didn't. He leaned against the wall wondering what he should do.

Maybe I should ask a teacher? But where are they? After homeroom, the teacher just sort of walked out...

Alfred looked both ways down the hallway. He hated being the new kid...

...

(Ivan's POV! :3)

Ivan listened to the others argue about something pointless. He glanced at Alfred just in time to see him walk out the door of the classroom. The Russian followed him out, not wanting to hear the others argue anymore. It was getting annoying. Ivan leaned on the doorframe.

"Do you need any help?" he asked Alfred, who had looked down the hallway sadly. He laughed softly when Alfred jumped at his voice.

"Oh, hey Ivan. No, I'm fine..."

"Are you sure?"

Alfred looked him in the eye and sighed. "Fine, you got me...yeah, I have no idea where I'm supposed to go..."

"Well come on then and I'll show you," Ivan flashed his signature unnerving little smile at Alfred and proceeded to half-pull him down the hall. Alfred had no choice but to follow.

You know what, the American thought, glancing at Ivan. It feels like I've seen all of these guys before...Weird.

A/N: Hey guys. I really have no idea why this is so long...I'll put up a new chapter soon. Ciao~!