I know I know, I should be updating More that meets the eye or be working on that fic I promised for the mini-contest thing. I will be updating soon and the fic will be up soon too. I just really wanted to get this idea out of my head.

Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia

Chapter 1

Alfred F. Jones was the epitome of the stereotypical golden boy. He was tall, blond, blue-eyed, played American football (Quarterback), had straight A's, and was on the student council. There was not a single person on campus, scratch that, in town who did not know his name. There was also a world of difference between him and the new transfer student from England who could have gagged at how cliché the American sounded. But one of the few similarities between them was their ability to turn heads. Even though Arthur Kirkland was generally grumpy and had giant eyebrows there was not a single person on campus who could deny the guy with his porcelain skin and vibrant green eyes was very attractive. Soon the rumors of the hot new transfer student from England reached Alfred's ears. At first Alfred brushed off any teasing about the new kid stealing his spotlight, but fate would have it that curiosity finally won and Alfred just had to meet the new transfer student for himself.

Arthur Kirkland had gotten to his class a few minutes earlier that day and tiredly collapsed into a desk as he waited for the bell to ring. He scowled, his mood already foul. Ever since he had transferred to this school he had been either pestered non-stop by or had to pass large groups of giggling girls trying to flirt. He sighed, it had only been the first week and he already hated it here. He had finished his education a long time ago. Everything he needed to learn to inherit his family business was taught to him along with anything else he wanted to learn. There really wasn't any reason for him to even be in a school with the exception of when his job called for it. But he couldn't drop out. After all he had an obligation to fulfill.

The boy's emerald eyes drifted toward the plaque on top of the board. For world peace and prosperity to the generations ahead, it read. The World Academy had been created by a man with the idea that if he gathered gifted students from all corners of the globe into one school he would be able to achieve a path towards world peace. Now even after he had died a decade or so ago the school wasn't getting any closer to that goal. In fact, you could say it was getting farther and farther away. All the students in the school were gifted; it was just that not a single day would pass without a fight of some sort breaking out due to cultural animosities or the like. The current head of the school was an Italian man by the name of Julius Vargas. He was a friend of Charles Beilschmidt who was friends with the Kirkland's. It was also true that the Kirkland's owed Charles a favor who owed Julius a favor who had a problem within the school and thus the reason for Arthur to be currently attending the school without even the option to quit. He wished he had not made that deal with Alwyn. Alwyn was his brother currently in France for a job. Arthur had a feeling that even being in France was a better prospect that having to be in America at some school created by some delusional bastard. Arthur sighed; well he would be out of this place within a few months. All he had to do was solve whatever supernatural problems were there then stay a while to monitor the results. Then he would be whisked away by some other job in some other place. It was, after all, what his family did for generations. The only difference was that Arthur had no identity; there wasn't any information on him in any database. He was the genius of the family and had far too strong of a connection with supernatural for it to be safe to let the world know he existed. Needless to say, Arthur did not enjoy when people decided to pry into his life. So when the school's self-proclaimed hero sat next to him that morning and started to ask him numerous questions he got very annoyed.

"It's very rude to ask a total stranger such personal questions and I feel no obligation to answer them, so will you kindly bugger off?" Arthur glared at the American who continued to grin brightly.

"Lighten up dude! It's just a few questions, you got a stick up your ass or something?" Arthur's eyebrows twitched at both the insult and the brash language.

"No, I do not have a stick up my arse. I just happen to be civilized,"

"More like some old man!"

"I'm just going to ignore you now since I really don't think I need to talk to someone like you," with that he turned away. Alfred wasn't discouraged though,

"You're a funny guy Artie!"

"MY NAME IS ARTHUR YOU NEANDERTHAL,"

"Sure, whatever,"

"…What is your name?"

"Ha! See, my total heroicness is too much for you to resist. I'm Alfred F. Jones!"

"No, I was just asking so I know who to avoid for now on, how do you know my name anyways?"

Alfred was about to answer when the teacher shushed them and began to lecture. Alfred watched Arthur for the rest of the class rather then pay attention. He was going to talk to the boy after class but when the bell rung Alfred somehow tripped even though nothing was there and missed his chance. Alfred was confused. His coordination and athletics were the best in the school, how could he possibly trip over nothing. Meanwhile, Arthur had a smirk on his face as he walked down the hallways, he owed the fairies a few treats now. They deserved it for tripping the bloke and securing Arthur's getaway. He walked into his 2nd period class, World History, easy enough. The fact that Alfred wasn't in the class, made it even better. Truth be told, Arthur already knew who he was, after all, there wasn't a girl on campus who didn't gossip about him incessantly except for perhaps Natalia, she had eyes for her brother Ivan and Ivan only. He had been curious as to who the popular jock really was. Now his opinion of him only changed from a clichéd idiot to an annoying and clichéd idiot. He was getting settled in when the intercom suddenly sounded.

"Mr. Arthur Kirkland, please report to the office," Said the monotone voice of the secretary. Arthur grumbled and grabbed his stuff. Well at least he already knew everything that would be covered in the class anyways.

Alfred's ear perked up when he heard the name that was spoken on the intercom.

"Haha! Artie's in trouble!" sang the American.

"That's very mature of you Mr. Hero," mumbled Lovino Vargas sarcastically from beside Alfred in their 2nd period class, art. Alfred laughed and waved it off.

"So our Alfred has taken interest in the new transfer student, qui?" asked Francis, a French senior just a year above Alfred, Arthur, Antonio, Lovino, Alfred's twin Matthew and Kiku. The latter two did not have 2nd period with them.

"Not in the way your thinking you pervert,"

"Well I wouldn't mind getting into his pants if he wasn't so, Anglais,"

"Dude, you're so weird,"

Antonio wasn't paying attention and began to hug Lovino again. He promptly earned a tomato smashed into his face. The two blondes laughed. Alfred momentarily looked outside to find Arthur Kirkland walking with principal Vargas both in a serious discussion. That's strange, either he was in a whole lot of trouble, or something weird was happening.

"Hello Arthur! Walk with me please?" Asked the cheerful Julius Vargas leading Arthur out to the large campus grounds.

"Of course sir," There was a bit of pleasant silence for a while,

"I suppose you would like to know why we haven't given you all the details of your job right?" Arthur admitted he had been curious. He went to school for a complete week without even meeting the man responsible.

"Why am I here sir?"

"Well, first of all, I wanted you to get used to the place before you start doing whatever it is you do. You see, this school has had a few problems for a while now, it's been covered up for years but there is no escaping the truth. The school was built in a bad place you might call it,"

"It was built on sacred grounds correct?" this shocked the man a bit,

"How did you know?"

"The air around here is different,"

"Hmm, well, the problem is that someone or something did not like us being here or something and for the past few years we've been having disappearances,"

"What kind of disappearances are we talking about?"

"The kind where there isn't a single trace of them left. Will you be able to do something about it?"

"I'll need a bit more information but I believe I can," Julius smiled; this was the best news he had heard in a long time.

"Thank you for doing this," Arthur offered a smile back.

"At your service,"

And here's the first chapter, I'm not sure whether or not I should continue this or not, I guess that'll be decided by you guys. by the way, Alwyn is Wales, Julius is Rome, and Charles is Germania. please review if you want to see it continued.