At that moment, he was afraid.
Alfred could feel his gaze burning holes in his back from the other side of the cafeteria and he shivered. The hairs on the back of his neck were raised and he felt irrationally nervous. He didn't know much about the new boy, except that he had transferred to Gakuen High from Russia and looked like nothing he had ever seen before. The boy, Alfred had decided to call him Russia for the moment as he didn't know his name, had short silver hair and purple eyes. He was very pale and wore a long white scarf in addition to the regulation blue jacket, white shirt and red tie that made up the school uniform.
He's just a normal boy, c'mon Alfred, you're a hero! This shouldn't scare you. . .
Yet despite all efforts to reassure himself that it was okay, he knew that it wasn't. He shuddered again, tugging his worn American bomber jacket closer to himself.
'Alfred? You okay?'
Alfred jumped, startled out of his thoughts by his friend Arthur's comment. He looked up into his light forest green eyes, framed by massive eyebrows and messy blond hair. His forehead was twisted in concern. Alfred flashed him his million-watt smile before replying,
'God Artie, you worry too much man! I'm fine!'
Arthur narrowed his eyes at him, his familiar scowl settling upon his face.
'I wasn't worried you bloody wanker! And I told you not to call me that!'
Arthur sent another glare his way before turning away to yell at Francis, something about how if he still wanted his hands then he should stop trying to grope him. Alfred wasn't listening, a cold feeling settling over him as Russia stood up with his lunch tray and slowly made his way over to their table from the other side of the cafeteria, not taking his eyes off of Alfred once. Unfortunately, Alfred had sat at the end of the table, closest to the approaching boy. His whole body tensing, a tidal wave of terror and anxiety rising up inside him with every step Russia took. His entire body felt like it was about to freeze over. Russia took another turn, stepping into Alfred's blind spot and coming up behind him. Alfred felt a strong desire to stand up and run, run anywhere so that he didn't have this strange and fear-inducing boy near him.
Time seemed to slow down as Russia finally stepped into Alfred's sight. Alfred swore that he could feel the cold emanating of the boy and the blond hair on his arms stood up. He kept his eyes firmly on Russia, even as the overwhelming urge to look at the ground or, more preferably, run like the hounds of hell were on his tail. Russia swept past him, violet eyes twinkling with slight amusement and lips curled up slightly in a sinister smile. His white scarf fluttered out behind him, the edge of it gently brushing Alfred's face. Then he was gone, depositing his tray and gracefully making his way out of the room.
'Alfred? Alfred! Oh dammit, I'm taking you to the bloody nurse. You've gone as pale as a sheet!'