Ok, here we go! 101 USUK adoptable meetings!

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IMPORTANTISH- I will put translations for anything right next to wherever they are!

Yeah, i'm done now...

Chapter 1: The (Extremely flirtatious) Brittish new kid

Jeez, how lame can things get? Alfred F. Jones wondered to himself as he got taken out of his favourite class of the day, American football, to give some new kid a tour of the school and dorms. Sure the school is big and as quarter back for the Heta University Alphas, he did know a lot of people, but still he couldn't be taken out of History or English? Alfred sighed, At least I can get out of some of Language, and if I streach it long enough maybe I can stall and get lunch with this new guy!

The American barged into the front office with a big half fake smile plastered on his face, "Hello I'm here to give a new student a tour of the school."

The receptionist looked up at him and raised a brow, "Yes, he just transferred here from England. His name is Arthur Kirkland, a new 11th grader. He's in the lobby."

"Thank you." With that Afred headed out.

As he was walking towards the lobby he couldn't help but wonder, Wow, as much as I was hoping for a hot chick, a Brittish guy... Without realizing it the blue eyed boy had begun to blush at the thought of that accent, there was no use in denying it, he was a bi teen with a preference for people with foreign accents. It was one of the reasons he wanted to go to Heta Univ., it was a world class boarding school with people from all around the world.

Alfred turned into the nearly empty lobby, seeing only a petit men sitting in a chair and reading a book with three bags at his side. He was almost the opposite of Alfred. Starting with his proper green sweatervest and neat three-quarter length dress shirt, along with properly ironed pands and dress shoes; compare that to Al's WW2 pilot jacket, Captain America's shiels shirt, and his worn jeans. He had peridot green eyes with hints of other colour, contrasting to his light sapphire ones. Even though Arthur was supposedly a year older her was also seven inches shorter. And the Brit had the biggest eyebrow Alfred has ever seen, though they look reallllly good on him.

Al walked up to the new guy and said, "Hey, my name is Alfred. I'm going to be your tour guide." He held his hand out to shake.

The smaller put down the book stood and gave Alfred a once over, not talking for a good minute before putting on a smirk and saying, "Hello, I'm assuming you already know me then, Arthur kirkand. Any road I must say you blew me looking rather brill today, you certainly have me arse over elbow, mayhapse we could head over to a local pub and chin wag at eachother for a bit?" (Anyways you look so good it nearly blew me away and your looking cool today, you have me head over heals, maybe later we can go out for food and chat a bit?)

The taller man stared for a moment before realing it was a compliment and deciding he still didn't have a clue what the cuter one had said, so he replied with, "What did you say...?"

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I must have cocked up. Do you not fancy boys? Well not matter lets not fanny around then." (Sorry, I messed up. You don't swing that way? Oh well, not the time to procrastinate, lets go.) Arther pulled out his schedule.

"Huh?" He took another moment, "Oh! Un-No, I mean. Yes, I do like boy and girls! I mean- fuck, lets just move on." Alfred took the paper, missing the smirk Arthur was sending his way, they had three classes together and lunch.

The green eyed Brit let out a small chuckle, "Pardon my expressions, I'm not quite used to American English yet."

"Ah, that's fine. Anyways you'll love it here, Heta high has a huge campus. Let's start with thdropping your stuff at the dorms, okay?" Alfred said, finally geting out of his flustered mode.

"My, my, you sure seem full of beans. Your just my type, I'd like some gen from you, mind giving us a bell?" (You have lot's of energy. Just my type, can I get your info, can I have your cell number?) Arthur asked. But after yet another moment of blank stares from the other party, he said, "Can I have your number?"

"Huh? Well sure, I guess..." Al typed it in real quick, "Uh, let's get over to your dorm then!" The American picked up all three ove the brit's bags without asking if he'd wanted him to, and began walking towards the door.

Arthur smirked, Oh yes, I believe This Nacy boy and I will be on the job in no time, and I bet we'll and up snogging by the end of today. (This gay guy and I will be screwing soon, we'll be aking out by the end of today.)