Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya. I only own the words below.


Changes

By: 1776feels

Main Pairing: UsUk

Side Pairings: Spamano & GerIta (possible eventual PruCan)

Rating: T (for now, many change depending on where this goes)


(Arthur's POV)

"Alright sweetie, I'm going to go now. Good luck."

"Okay mum. I'll be fine. Just stop worrying!" I reassured her for the umpteenth time that morning.

"We're just waiting for Alfred to get here so he can show him around the school." The counselor, Miss Summers I think her name was, told mum. "But he seems to late, as always…" She trailed off, looking out of the office window to see if this Alfred character was anywhere in sight.

"And promise me that you won't be too mean to this boy that's showing you around. We both know how you can get." Mum gave me a warning glance as she put her hands on her hips.

"Mum! I already told you, I will be fine!" I yelled in a whisper and stomped my foot on the carpet. She laughed at my outburst and kissed my head.

"Oh my darling Artie, I'm just messing about. I'm leaving for real this time. I love you Arthur. Good luck. Make friends." She waved me goodbye and finally made her way towards the door.

"Love you too, mum. Now get out of here already." I teased and then she was gone.

"You can have a seat here until Alfred decides to show up." Miss Summers said from behind me. I turned around to find her smiling face gesturing towards an empty chair.

"Thank you." I returned the smile then took a seat.

Taliaville high school. It was my first day of my first school in America. I was not looking forward to this day at all. Not one bloody bit. I would've given anything to be back at my old school in England. Not because I had missed my old friends, like most people would, no. In fact, I actually didn't have any real friends back in England (which I was 100% content with and is why mum was so set on me making friends here). But it was because I just missed England. It was such a wonderful and beautiful country. Now, I'm stuck in America. Which wasn't all bad, I guess, but it was filled with Americans. Not only were they unnaturally annoying and obsessed with my accent, but I could hardly understand anything any of them were saying half the time. Even though we had lived here two months already, it was still going to take some time getting used to all these Americans and their bloody senseless school system.

"Well, it looks like he finally decided to show up." A voice interrupted my thoughts. I immediately directed my eyes to the clock. Wow, that fool was 20 minutes late. I'm already not very impressed with this Alfred bloke."

The office door suddenly opened to reveal a tall, thin, golden haired boy with sparkling sapphire eyes that were covered by a pair of wireframes. "Hey Miss Summers! Sorry that I'm late, I kinda slept in… I guess I'm still not used to waking up so early again yet. I mean, it has only been a week after all." He gave her an apologetic grin as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

"Oh it's always excuses with you, Mr. Jones." I stood up from my chair as she teased him, got up from her desk, and made her way towards us. I got up from the chair. "Anyway, Alfred this is Arthur. Arthur this is Alfred, the fool you'll be stuck with for at least the next few hours." She smiled as she introduced us then stepped aside. I snickered at her remark.

"Oh!" Alfred perked up, just realising that I was there.

"Hello, it's nice of you to finally show up. I'm Arthur Kirkland." I held out my hand for him to shake as I looked up at him. His mouth was slightly agape, eyes wide, and cheeks a shade of pink as he stared at me.

"Oh, uh, h-hey. I'm, uh, Alfred. Alfred F. Jones." He quickly looked away after he shook my hand. What happened to that happy-go-lucky attitude of his that fit him so nicely? And why was he acting so shy all of a sudden? I looked at him confused as he squeezed his eyes shut as if willing away the sprinkle of pink on his cheeks. I kept my eyes on him. Maybe he's just awkward around new people? I decided to stop trying to figure him out.

"Alrighty then." Miss Summers appeared beside us, breaking the awkward silence, with papers in hand. Alfred jumped as if he was pulled out of a trance. "Here is a copy of Arthur's schedule and your pass." She handed him the papers. "Now get going boys. Good luck Arthur. I'm sure that you boys will get along great and become better than- I mean, the best of- friends." She winked and gave us a cheeky grin then gently shoved us out of the door.

"Well that was strange." I stated as she waved at us through the office window and we both waved back.

"Yeah, she's always been a bit of a nut. But ya gotta love her!" He said, seeming to break form the strange shyness that plagued him just moments ago.

"Isn't it sort of contradictory to have a loon as a counselor?" I asked.

"Or maybe, it makes perfect sense. A crazy helps crazys." He had an inquisitive look as he pretend to stroke an imaginary beard.

"Hmm, maybe you're onto something here." I nodded in response. "I think you may have discovered the secret as to why counselors never seem to help anybody…" I trailed off. He gave a concerned, questioning look. "But anyway, let's get on with this tour, shall we?" I quickly changed the subject, not wanting to get into my past counselor experiences at the moment.

"Oh yeah! That's why I'm here! I kinda almost forgot…" He sounded like him genuinely almost forgot the entire reason he was here. I cocked my head and let out a small chuckle. This Alfred was definitely going to be an incredibly interesting bloke. He quite intrigued me. Maybe this whole school thing wouldn't be so bad after all, it was definitely full of changes.

But little did I know in that moment, that was the biggest understatement ever made.


A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Please favourite/follow and leave a review letting me know what you think. This is my first multi-chapter fic so i'm not sure how good it will turn out. I should have this second chapter out by this weekend. :)