U gotta love High School!

Chapter 1

Hetalia(c)Hidekaz Himaruya

Story(c)Juichiinanna

It was lunchtime on a Monday and for some weird reason Arthur had agreed to let Francis drag him outside to the tables at the front of the school. He usually stayed indoors at his literature teacher's room playing chess, reading a book or just working on homework, but that day Francis had managed to convince him to eat lunch with him.

"Well, it is rather nice outside today" He said to himself trying to find a good reason for what he was doing.

Both blondes where sitting on a table eating their food, or rather Arthur was eating while watching Francis flirt with any and all the girls in amusement and why not admit it, also a little annoyed.

"Stupid frog face, you'll never change will you?" Said Arthur when Francis came back, the French teenager just smiled cheekily as he combed his hair to the side in a showoffish way.

"It can't be 'elped Arthy, I'm just irresistible… Oh my, would you look at zat!" Arthur lifted his eyes to follow the other's stare but didn't quite get what his friend was so impressed about. Then he saw, or at least that's what he thought Francis was looking at. Right there, just a few tables across from theirs sat a group of highschoolers, among them a short-haired blonde with emerald eyes wearing a pretty red dress.

"And there he goes again, sometimes I wonder why I'm still friends with him" Arthur sighed and proceeded to finish his meal. Just then something caught his eye. His quick reflexes helped him avoid the object that was coming right at him; it was a football.

"What the bloody hell!" Arthur yelped as the ball hit his water bottle which of course had been open causing the contents to spill all over his clothes.

"Dude! I'm so sorry!" Came a voice right behind him. The British boy turned around with a sour face ready to face the idiot who had caused such a mess, but just as his eyes met the other's, all the insults and anger died in his throat.

Bright blue eyes looked at him with sincere concern. Arthur was speechless. The boy who was now right in front of him was none else but his childhood friend Alfred.

"Alfred?" Asked Arthur his massive eyebrows raised high in bewilderment. It was the American's turn to look confused.

"Huh? You know who I am? Well… it doesn't really surprise me seeing how I'm the hero of the school, but dude, that's cool I guess… so who are you? Oh yeah, sorry about that ball, was a bad throw so I couldn't quite catch it, was that tea your were drinking, wow that's totally weird!"

The little vein on Arthur's forehead popped as he became increasingly annoyed at the blond guy's antics and manner of speech. There was no way this could be the same Alfred. The Alfred he knew and had come to care so much for was a sweet kid, yes, energetic and chatty, but he definitely wasn't a show off clown like the dumb blond in front of him.

"Never mind what I said, in any case, I accept your apology, now if you'll excuse me" Said Arthur with feigned politeness and he turned his back on the blond retrieving his belongings from the table preparing to leave; he had to get cleaned up after all.

"Dude, seriously let me help you, I mean, it was kinda my fault that you're a total mess now, besides, it would be un-heroic of me not to, so yeah let me help"

Arthur was a little surprised by the act. Either the American was truly sorry for what he had caused or he was really dense and unable to read the atmosphere. Arthur had clearly shown he wanted nothing more to do with him, but the boy had apparently not noticed.

"Look," said Arthur turning back around to face the blonde, "I don't mean to be rude, but I think you've caused me enough trouble already, just take your ball and leave me be, will you?"

Alfred looked a bit taken aback by Arthur's cutting response and strangely enough, this made Arthur feel a little pang on his chest, but he dismissed it as his usual feeling bad for being honest and crude.

"Um… yeah ok, but seriously man, you need to chillax, you're acting like an old geezer… not even my gramps was like that, just breathe, 'k? Well see ya brows!" With that the blue-eyed teen left running with the football safely on his arm.

Ok, never mind feeling bad for the American. Arthur's eye twitched in annoyance. That bloody wanker! How dare he call him an old man! And, had he just made fun of his eyebrows?

"Hey, what happened to you Arty? Did you just get wet because of my sheer sexiness?"

"Shut your mouth you bloody frog face, I'm leaving" Exclaimed Arthur and he walked away from the scene fuming and leaving Francis bent over the pain on his shin where the Britt had kicked him.

"There is no way… there is no way it's the same person…

…there is no way he would have forgotten me…."

The end...of chapter one at least xD