CHAPTER 1. A NEW STUDENT

The bell rang and the only thing Kiku could do was sit in the school office. He didn't like being late for class but this was a new school, in a new country and, frankly he didn't know his way around at all. He let a sigh escape.

I wonder how long it's going to take to adjust to this place, he thought to himself. He had moved to America recently - the beginning of the summer, and New York wasn't exactly like he thought it would be. He liked it, but he'd been hoping for a quieter life, unlike the one he'd had in Tokyo. Ideally, he would like to have not moved, he loved Japan and it was a big part of him, he just couldn't seem to shake the images of the country from his mind. Kiku had practiced his English for months before arriving, only to be completely overwhelmed upon arrival. His family wasn't all that wealthy, which explained why his mother had enrolled him in a public school. Kiku closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, he was waiting for the woman in the counseling office to come back with the two ASB presidents. She'd said they would show him around and tell him about how school would work here in America. His wishes to return to Tokyo were interrupted by a loud bickering from down the hallway.

"Shut up Frog! I know exactly what I'm doing"

"I don't think so! Just the other day I saw you walk past your own fourth period!"

"Oh, so are you following me now?"

"Don't act as if you don't like it"

"Like what?"

"Being in my presence of course!"

"Would you shut up! I do not like it!"

"At least I'm not dressed like a hobo…"

"I am not dressed like a hobo!"

"Like you would know!"

"Oh yeah? And what are you some sort of expert then?!"

"Maybe I am!"

"Please, some expert you'd be!"

"Oohh Mon Cher…"

"English, Francis, English! You don't live in France anymore and I can't bloody well understand you!"

"Then you should learn the language, you won't regret it honhon."

"I have no desire to learn the language of a country, that has a bunch of weak little pastry makers living in it! You couldn't even win your own revolution!"

Kiku heard a gasp and the footsteps stop. "How dare you insult the country of France, you black sheep!"

"That's it, Frog!"

Kiku heard a punch and someone falling to the floor. Where was the counseling secretary? Why wasn't she breaking them up?

Kiku decided to make a hasty exit, he quickly grabbed his bag and ran out into the hall. The two boys were on top of each other, scuffling. Kiku ran up to them, but, in a sudden burst of fear, he stopped; not wanting to get pulled into the fight. When he was younger, he used to fight a lot. Other kids would call him ruthless and he'd been somewhat of a bully, his parents had to pull him out of school and straighten him out, then dropped him into a new school. There he'd worked hard on being a better kid and he didn't want to return to those days. Luckily for him when the long blonde haired boy opened his eyes for a moment, he saw Kiku standing near them and bolted up, early causing the boy with shorter hair to fall on his behind.

"What the hell Frog! You could have killed me!"

"Sourcils behave yourself! You're acting uncivil in front of the new student!"

"I'm acting uncivil? What a joke." The boy with short hair brushed himself off and held out his hand to Kiku "Hello, I'm Arthur Kirkland senior president of ASB. I understand you're transferring as a senior into our school this year from…Japan was it? Welcome to the country then!"

The long haired boy quickly interjected, he grabbed Kiku's hand away from Arthur and held his lips close to it for a moment. Kiku blushed furiously and the boy looked up at him "Bon monsieur de jour, I am Francis Bonnefroy hailing from the great country of France. I am also senior president, more senior than Sourcils here, and I also welcome you to our school."

Arthur sputtered and shooed Francis away "Get away from him, you pig!"

"Oh what's the matter Arthur? Jealous I'm giving attention to another boy?"

"N-no! You're obviously scaring him!"

"Come now Arthur, admit it to the public..." Francis got close to Arthur, now causing him to blush furiously "you can't stand it if my attention is on anyone but yourself."

Arthur only sputtered more "L-Like I would care about someone who constantly flirts with anyone and everyone!" He turned his back and folded his arms.

"Oooh come on Arthur! That was a long time ago, one girl…!"

"We're not discussing this now! We need to show the new student around…"

Arthur turned to Kiku "Sorry you'll have to excuse my pig of a partner here, what was your name again? I didn't catch it"

Kiku was silent for a moment, not sure if it would be okay to speak. He didn't want them to begin bickering again. When he was sure the two wouldn't say anything, he seized the moment "I'm Kiku Honda"

"Ah, Kiku, lovely name. It's gotten late enough don't you think? We better get started" Arthur began to walk and Kiku quickly caught up with him.

Francis walked closely to Arthur, almost so close that they were touching. A fleeting thought passed Kiku's mind that it was peculiar, though it left him quickly as soon as Arthur spoke up, pointing to a large doorway. "This is the cafeteria, you either have first or second lunch. What teacher have you got for your fourth period?"

Kiku looked down at his schedule "um…Mrs. I mean…Miss Arlovskaya"

Both Francis and Arthur gave each other something that resembled a look of fear, Francis spoke first "She's a…strict teacher, so to speak" he laughed nervously.

Kiku shifted uncomfortably "is there something I should know about her?" He questioned.

Arthur scratched his neck "it would be pretty hard to fill you in on it all, I think you're just going to have to see for yourself like all of us did I'm afraid."

Francis nodded in agreement, for what it seemed like the first time to Kiku. "What were you saying about lunch schedules?" Kiku directed the conversation back to his schedule in hopes to get to class quickly.

"Oh yes, that means you have second lunch with Arthur and I," Francis wiggled his eyebrows and Kiku blushed again, he turned his head away.

Arthur thwapped Francis on the back of the head "Frog! You're making him uncomfortable again!"

Francis rubbed his head and grinned "I think he likes it…"

Arthur, having made the decision to ignore Francis, had begun speaking to Kiku again "Alright, second lunch means that you eat after fourth period. You can sit with Francis and I by the window if you like, that way on your first day you won't have to be alone."

Kiku nodded "Okay, I will join you then."

"Let's keep moving then shall we?" Arthur guided him with his hand on Kiku's back into a new direction. Francis resumed his place by Arthur's side and yawned. Kiku looked up at the both of them as they walked. He felt so small, he hadn't realized how tall and old American students looked. They were very different from Japan. Kiku looked down at his feet, he was only 5' 3" while the other two boys must've been at least 5' 7" or 5' 8". He sighed, this year was going to be longer than he thought. Why does them being taller make the year feel like it's going to be longer?

Arthur and Francis showed him just about everything, from the drinking fountains to the gym, restrooms and student stores or fields and break areas. Kiku truthfully hadn't listened to everything that was said by the two presidents, he had to admit to tuning out their bickering and some of the rather obvious things they might point out. Finally the two boys began to show Kiku to his classrooms. From last period to first period Arthur insisted, that way they could just drop him off by his first class. They slowly went from room to room, Arthur informing him about each teacher and how strict they were. Kiku had really only been looking forward to Japanese class since he knew he could follow that. Japanese 500 to be exact. When they neared his first period, Drama with Mr. Densen, Arthur was about to say his goodbyes when a spirited boy ran up in front of them, obviously late for class. Kiku was taken aback by him. Clearly the boy played some sort of sport, his loose school jersey clung to his muscles, drenched in sweat. He stopped in front of the door by the other three boys, quickly tousling his golden blond hair. Kiku felt weak at the sight of him, never had he felt this strongly for someone before. Perhaps this is what those stories of love at first sight felt like, and his thoughts of their absurdity began to melt away. Kiku tried to shake himself out of it; tried to convince himself that this boy was probably not into men like he was. He looked like the type who slept with a lot of cheerleaders or sideline girls. As Kiku pulled himself out of his fantasies, the young boy spoke.

"Hey, Art! What are you doing here? Do we have first period together?"

"Bloody hell Alfred, why are you so late?! It's nearly the end of the period"

"Awww come on Artie it's the first day of school can't you just cut me a little slack?"

"No!"

The young American scoffed "Figures, you never answered my question, why are you here anyway?"

Arthur snorted "And you never answered mine, why are you so late Alfred!?"

Alfred, as Kiku had figured out, sighed "Are we really playing this game Art?"

"It's not a game! Answer my question…."

"I just got caught up in my work out that's all…"

Before Kiku could eavesdrop more, Francis pulled him around the corner and spoke to him in a hushed tone. "You know, Alfred plays football."

"Football?" Kiku asked. He had been wondering what kind of jersey that was.

Francis chuckled. "Yes well, I couldn't help but notice your quick interest in Alfred, your dilated pupils and light blush stood out to me" He grinned at Kiku "I pick up on that type of thing well you know…" Kiku remained silent to see where Francis was headed with what he was saying. "When I say I pick up on things well, I mean really well, well enough to know that you're probably not the kind who takes all that kindly to women?"

Kiku shook his head, unsure why he'd decided to reveal this secret to a man who seemed to be a stranger. He spoke up a bit, curious himself "And what about yourself?"

Francis cut him off by clapping a hand over his mouth "Hush! What about me? Well I'm 'not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity' as Google likes to put it, I'm what you might call a pansexual." Francis winked at him "But this isn't about me, I thought you might want to get some info on Al there am I right?" Kiku slowly nodded "I thought so." Francis smiled and took his hand away from Kiku's mouth. "His full name is Alfred F. Jones, he claims the F. stands for Freedom but no one really knows what his middle name is. Yes he does prefer those of the male gender but, he's in the closet, so shhh. His dad would kill him if he knew and Alfred's reputation would be ruined. Traditionally he keeps a girl on a string in his public life. Privately, that's a different story. Arthur is his ex, you know."

Kiku's eyes widened "but they seem to be getting along alright…I mean, Alfred doesn't seem to mind talking to him."

Francis sighed "They broke up a long time ago, since then they've become friends again. Their fight was bad though, and to everyone who knew what was going on…its clear they won't be united like that again."

Kiku looked down, unsure whether to feel happy that Alfred was very available, or sad that things had ended so badly in his last relationship.

"Was Alfred the one that got really hurt?" He couldn't explain why he was asking the question other than pure curiosity. He wanted to know everything he could about Alfred.

"Alfred was the one who wanted the break up, in the end they had both been hurt. Though Arthur took more of the blunt of it"

"Oh."

"Don't be that way, about a year after that Arthur was in some serious trouble, Alfred being the type of guy he is swooped in and saved him. Since then their relationship has been great and Arthur found someone new anyway. I think Alfred is happy for him"

"Really?" Kiku brightened a little.

Francis nodded "But that's a secret"

Kiku nodded, he was sure everything he'd just heard was a secret. Lucky for him he couldn't say much, nor was he the one to spread secrets around. Francis grinned at him "we had better join the other two before they wonder what we've been doing behind the wall"

Kiku blushed furiously again, making Francis laugh and pat him on the head "How sweet." was all he said before walking back around the corner. Kiku followed close behind, they were just in time to hear the end of the conversation.

"How stupid could you be Alfred?!" Arthur held his head in his hands "It's not that hard to look at a clock!"

"It is when it's broken" Alfred mumbled, shuffling his feet.

"Do me a favor and get you watch fixed next time you're out, alright?"

"Sure thing Art!" Alfred said cheerily, patting him on the back with such force that caused Arthur to lunge forward a bit.

"Don't call me that, my name is Arthur."

Alfred only laughed, Kiku thought it sounded quite wonderful, but by the look on Francis's and Arthur's face they found it quite obnoxious. "Whatever you say Art."

Arthur only just turned and stormed away, shouting "Just get to class, you git!"

Francis followed him closely. He turned around and waved to Kiku and Alfred "Au revoir! J'espère que vous ne vous perdez pas! I hope you don't get lost!"

Kiku shuffled uncomfortably. He was alone with Alfred, he tried his best not to blush when the American turned to him. "Hi!" he said cheerily, holding his hand out for Kiku to shake.

Reluctantly Kiku grasped it, afraid of how rough he'd seen him be with Arthur.

Much to his surprise the American was much gentler with Kiku than he'd thought he'd be. "Hello." he said quietly.

"I'm Alfred F. Jones! But you can just call me Alfred or Al. Who are you?" He cocked his head to the side, making Kiku think that he resembled a puppy.

Kiku smiled slightly "my name is Kiku Honda, but you can just call me Kiku."

"Alright!" Alfred grinned "Do you have first period drama too?" Kiku nodded "Excellent! We better go in before it gets any later though"

Kiku grinned and tried to hide a slight blush that spread across his face, maybe the year wouldn't turn out so bad after all.

Kiku was wrong, he walked in to Miss Arlovskaya's class and looked at the Activ-board, a photo of the seating arrangement was showing, he sighed seeing that he was being seated in the back. Being so short he knew he'd have a hard time seeing. Despite that he held his head high and walked to the back of the classroom. He sat down and thought back to his first period class. Mr. Densen had been somewhat ticked off that both he and Alfred were so late; on the first day too. For his own pleasure and amusement he had decided to make it an assignment for both of them to audition for the school play, the auditions were in a few weeks. He'd given both the boys the proper forms and chuckled darkly as if he thought they would neglect the assignment and he would enjoy failing two students who he already thought to be slackers. Kiku went to put his head down on the desk, he was so tired and hungry that he could hear his stomach growling. He should have eaten a bigger breakfast, the egg he'd had this morning just wasn't doing it. Right before his head was about to hit the desk a sharp smack of a ruler in front of him scared him awake.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" A lady asked. Her blond hair, white bow, and blue dress did not match the scary personality that she emanated so well. Kiku figured this must be Miss Arlovaskaya, he no longer wondered why she was single. This lady frightened him to the core.

"U-um I was putting my head down?" Kiku formed his statement into a question, the glare she was giving him made him want to curl up and cry.

"Is that a question or a statement?" She squinted her eyes and looked at him fiercely.

Kiku could feel himself begin to sweat "It was a statement." He said finally.

"It was a statement what?" She snapped at him again.

"It was a statement ma'am" Kiku finished, sinking down into his seat a little.

"No one lays their head down in my class, unless you want something horrible to happen to you!"

Kiku gulped, he didn't know what she would do but he wouldn't like to find out. "Y-yes ma'am it won't happen again!" he said, as he sat up as tall as he could. Miss Arlovaskaya smiled evilly.

"Good." she looked around the class "Anyone else want to try me?" The class was silent, no one had even turned around to see the scene, they all sat upright and rigid as ever. "Very good" she cooed and walked back up to the front of the classroom. "Welcome to Senior English, I am your teacher Miss Arlovaskaya, I hope you're prepared for a difficult year."

Kiku thought that she sounded bitter when she had said her name. She had almost hissed the 'Miss' part, he wondered what happened to her as she began to pass out papers.

Kiku looked at the syllabus for English 12, it read:

SENIOR ENGLISH

WITH MISS ARLOVASKAYA

Classroom rules:

DO NOT

Speak without permission

Lay your head on the desk

Lean back in your chair

Have food in my classroom

Have drinks in my classroom (this includes water)

Have your phone out during class, if it's out I will burn it

DO NOT touch me in any way

Try not to ask too many questions

You may not use the restroom unless it is an absolute emergency

DO

Raise your hand

Turn in homework

Kiku blinked and turned the page over, it was only more elaboration on how the year was going to go, then a place for his parents to sign. He already had three of these to be signed, quietly he listened to what Miss. Arlovaskaya had to say. She sounded horrible to Kiku, she kept going on and on about the various punishments she was ready to give to students and how she'd had them approved by the school board. Why would the school approve such cruel and unusual punishment? Kiku asked himself quietly, he thought back to the principal. Kiku had only met the man once but once was enough. It was when Kiku's mother was enrolling him into the school, they'd had to have a meeting. Kiku thought back to the short memory, there was a big vase of sunflowers on his desk, he also had a bent lead pipe sitting in the corner of his room. Kiku wondered why he kept such a thing around. The principal was an odd man, what was his name again? Mr…. Kiku sat there trying to think of his name.

Moments passed, perhaps minutes. "ah!" he said quietly to himself it was Mr. Braginsky, another Russian name. Perhaps he, and Miss Arlovaskaya were related and that's why she was allowed such things. Mr. Braginsky wore a scarf, when he'd met Kiku it was late August and he was wearing the scarf, perhaps he never took it off. When Kiku had seen him pass through the counseling office today he was still wearing the scarf. Mr. Braginsky frightened Kiku, more that Miss. Arlovaskaya anyway. He smiled, but it was a frightening smile, as if he knew that in the future he would do something to you. Something horrible. The same frightening air that surrounded Miss. Arlovaskaya surrounded him but tenfold. Kiku shuddered at the thought of him, yes they must definitely be related. Even after the meeting with him that he'd had with his mother, she had said "My, that man was very… eerie wasn't he?" She had chuckled lightly after but Kiku had seen some concern in her eyes.

Kiku walked to lunch unhappily. He'd already gotten three essays to write that night, two of which were from Miss. Arlovaskaya. He wasn't that good at English anyway and he knew that she would grade him harshly. The lunch room was bustling with so many people, it reminded Kiku of Tokyo. Americans bumped past him as he tried to remember where Arthur and Francis had said they were seated. He checked by the white board where some boys were drawing crude pictures, Kiku blushed, covered his eyes, and quietly backed away from them. He went over to the lunch line and checked the tables there, only a lot of stoners and mean looking girls sat around that area. Suddenly some music began to play music at a volume Kiku was not used to, and an Avril Levine song blasted through the speakers. Kiku having jumped about a foot back, just began to get his bearings again. Some of the stoners were chuckling at him. A light blush spread across his face out of sheer embarrassment. He picked up his lunch box that had been dropped, happy that nothing would be knocked around. The beauty of bento boxes he thought is that everything is so tightly packed together, that it just can't go anywhere. He smiled to himself, satisfied with this tiny ray of sunshine that seemed to have blessed his lunch period. Then another came, it was Francis. Swift as a bird he came up behind Kiku and put one arm around him, swooping him away from the spot he was standing in. In his other hand he held a paper plate with his school lunch on it. Kiku stared at the food.

"Disgusting, no?" Francis looked down at him and asked after a moment had passed.

"Well I've never tried it" Kiku commented, relaxing a little as the Frenchman steered him toward the window.

"Well I wouldn't bother" He smirked "I only buy it because I don't have much of a choice"

"Why not?" Kiku asked, curiously.

"My family owns a restaurant, all I could take to school is nice leftovers and then I would get fat."

Kiku looked Francis over, really, for the first time since he'd seen him. He noticed just how thin he was, he'd never thought about it before. "I see." Kiku said, as Francis plopped him down on the edge of the table. He then wrapped around and joined Arthur on the other side.

"You reek of cologne" Arthur commented, as he scooted away from Francis, who was now smelling himself.

"I do not!" he said and scooted back over to Arthur, who didn't move away the second time.

"And even if I did smell of cologne, I don't think you'd mind as much as you claim."

"Shut up, Frog" He said and started eating some small, burned sandwiches that looked to be brought from home. Kiku wondered how someone could burn a sandwich but it looked as if Arthur had accomplished it.

"Come on Arthur, why do you eat that garbage?" Francis pouted and began to eat his French fries "Even the school lunch isn't as bad as that."

"It's not that bad!" Arthur snorted as he began to gulp down his water bottle.

"Sure, whatever you say." Francis said sarcastically.

Arthur was about to open his mouth and say something, when Alfred came and sat down next to Kiku "Dude! Kiku, Arty, Francis! We have the same lunch!"

Kiku smiled "It's nice to see you again Alfred, how were your other classes?"

Arthur groaned "Oh no please don't get him started."

"My day has gone pretty well! We had P.E. and I totally dominated like I always do, we played basketball today! I definitely slam dunked like eight times. MVP as always! Then I had math, my favorite class. My teacher is really cool this year too, totally laid back! I'm gonna ace that again this year for sure! And before lunch I had current events, I have a feeling that class is gonna be hard. But dude you'll never guess what ha-"

"Alfred, maybe Kiku wants you to ask him about his day too…" Arthur interrupted him. A light blush spread across Kiku's face again.

Even Alfred blushed slightly this time too "O-oh right!" he said quickly, his blush disappeared. "How's your day been?"

Kiku blinked, "Well, it's been pretty good, I have math soon and I just have some essays to write. Actually Arthur I was wondering if you could take a look at them for me when I'm done, my English is still bad and Miss. Arlovaskaya might grade me badly. I don't want to impose though."

"No, I don't mind" Arthur said "English is my favorite subject anyway"

"Domo Arigato" Kiku said, bowing a little then realizing he had not spoken English "I-I mean" he began to blush again "Thank you very much!"

"Woah" Alfred said "You're really native from Japan? How long have you lived here?" He looked as if he might jump out of his seat with excitement "I've always wanted to go to Japan!"

"U-um…yes, I just came at the beginning of the summer" Kiku answered him.

"Oh man that's so cool! Wait, wait say "election"!"

"Oh my God Alfred!" Arthur groaned "Now that's just not all that nice!"

"Come on Art! I always wanted to try this!" He turned back to Kiku expectantly.

Kiku, very confused, slowly spoke "um…election? [pron: erection with accent]"

"Bwahahah!" Alfred bust out laughing "Aw man that was great! Thanks dude." Even Francis was chuckling a bit. Kiku was horribly confused.

"I don't understand" he said "What's so funny?"

"Dude" Alfred chuckled "It sounds like you're saying erection."

Kiku, still as confused as ever, needed to type it into his phone. Erection he typed into the translator, quietly patiently he waited for it to translate into Japanese. 勃起 came up on his phone screen. A slow deep red blush spread across his face.

"Aww man don't be that way" Alfred patted him on the back "It was just a harmless joke man, no harm done"

"I-I am slightly embarrassed though" Kiku was really humuliated, not only had he been fooled but he'd been fooled by his crush. He felt horribly silly.

Alfred's face fell "Ah Kiku are you alright? I didn't mean to embarrass you…"

"I knew you shouldn't have made him say it." Arthur chimed in.

"Arthur," Francis scolded "this is not the time to be deciding who is right or not"

"No, it's okay" Kiku sighed "I'm used to it." He'd never had all that many friends before so, he was just about getting ready to leave when Alfred grabbed his wrist.

"Wait Kiku, don't go!" he chuckled, but it was half heartedly "I really didn't mean for you to be so embarrassed, I know I can be pretty oblivious but please stay!" He grinned widely as if he knew his apology would mean something, and it did. His bright blue eyes shone with true regret and want for Kiku to stay, or at least that's what Kiku wanted his eyes to say.

Kiku sat back down slowly, and finally took his lunch out.

"Woah! Neat!" Alfred exclaimed looking over Kiku's shoulder "That's like one of those Benito boxes right?"

"Alfred, Benito was a dictator, Benito Mussolini! That's a bento box." Arthur grunted "For goodness sakes, I wonder where your head is half the time!"

"It's no biggie!" Alfred smiled "I know now don't I?"

Kiku smiled "Yes it is a bento box, I make them myself before I leave. It's something my older brother Yao used to teach me. I'm too old for it now but I still do it."

"Naw dude I think it's awesome! You'll have to teach me sometime!" Alfred said, as he took a large bite out of one of his hamburgers.

"Please Alfred" Arthur commented "You would rather sit through a Shakespeare play than eat anything healthy."

Alfred scrunched up his nose "Ugh, Shakespeare. That stuff is way too dull for me. Kiku's food looks really good anyway!"

"Well you never ate my food!" Arthur huffed.

"Said the guy who burned a sandwich" Alfred rolled his eyes and continued to eat. "What do you say Kiku, how about we hang out tomorrow after school and you teach me how to make one of those bento-y things?"

"U-uh…" Kiku was slightly overwhelmed. His crush had just asked him to hang out after school- this was his dream come true! He should have been jumping at the chance to say yes but all he could do was sit there and stutter like an idiot.

Alfred hadn't seemed to have noticed, he continued to talk "Do you have video games too? I love video games! And scary movies!"

"Oh please." Arthur said quietly to himself.

Kiku blinked "U-uh yeah we have a lot of the new scary movies in Japan and the new video games, I can always translate for you I guess…" He trailed off and looked down at his lunch, beginning to eat it again.

"That. Is. Awesome!" Alfred grinned and chomped down the rest of his burger "I am so looking forward to tomorrow then!"

"Don't you have a football meeting?" Arthur grunted, obviously not liking the American's excitement.

Alfred laughed "As if I would miss something like that, we don't start practice or anything until Thursday. How disappointing I wished we started on the first day."

"I've never seen an American football game" Kiku looked confused "How does it work?"

Alfred's face was dumbfounded "Whaaaat?" he dragged out, looking as if he were going to cry.

Arthur stood up, "I've had enough of this foolish behavior, and I don't want to stick around for any of it much longer." He turned to Kiku, "Kiku, it was nice meeting you, I'm sure we'll see each other around and at lunch of course and just let me know if you need any help with your English work. Come on Francis we have things that need to be done." Arthur abruptly turned on his heels and started walking away.

Francis grinned, wiggled his eyebrows at the boys, and got up "I suppose it's time for me to say my goodbyes as well. Au revoir! I hope things turn out in your favor." He smiled slyly and chased after Arthur "Arthur! ne pas se coucher! Qu'avez-vous prévu pour nous? Honhon doit nous répondre dans le placard?"

"Bloody hell Francis use English!" Arthur snapped from a ways down the hall.

"Good thing they don't teach French at this school…" Kiku mumbled "I'm sure Francis would get expelled." he sighed "Don't you think Arthur over reacted a little bit?"

"Ah that's just Arthur" Alfred waved it by with his hand "He always over reacts and he's just mad because he doesn't know the first thing about American football. Something about that guy, he just can't understand it."

"Oh, maybe you can explain it to me…" Kiku said, hoping that Alfred would be the one to explain it to him.

"Of course dude! But we really have to be at a game to have it make sense. Have you ever seen a baseball game?! I love those!"

Kiku shook his head "No I haven't"

"Oh man!" Alfred exclaimed, smacking his hand to his forehead. "I guess we're going to have a lot to do together then!"

A light blush dusted Kiku's face, he wondered if Alfred was flirting with him, or if it was just in his head. "Y-yeah!" He said, and smiled. "I'm looking forward to that."