Title: Seatmates
Pairing: Alfred F. Jones (USA)/ Arthur Kirkland (UK)
Written by: Rinkashikiku16
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA AXIS POWERS.
Summary: Brash American, Alfred F. Jones, sat right next to the silent Briton, Arthur Kirkland. Truth be told, Alfred was uncomfortable seated beside this weird fellow but as the days progressed, he saw through the wall surrounding him. Alfred breaks through the walls to save him but as the wall crumbled, so did Arthur. Tick tock, time is running out and same goes for Arthur's sanity. Can he manage to break it without Arthur snapping?
Chapter 1: Next to You
The bright golden sun shone upon Hetalia Academy. The students rushed into their classrooms, fidgeting with excitement.
Whispers kept bouncing around the room as they awaited their teacher. The third bell had already rung and Class 3B still haven't met their home room teacher. Everyone was about to explode in suspense when the door slammed open.
"Mornin' brats!" a loud greet replaced the sudden silence.
The girls' screams of surprise cut short when their eyes landed on their teacher. Looking past those unfashionable clothes he was wearing, the man was like a symbol of a handsome youth. His physical features seemed abnormal to the class. Angel touched skin along with pure white hair joined together with devilish red eyes seemed really rare to the class. They never knew a combination like that could be real.
"Hey, is that him?"
"But he looks too young.. Maybe a student pulling a prank?"
"He looks so dangerous yet so-"
"Cut the chatter brats," everyone swallowed their words, "Good. I'm your home room teacher this year so all of you should be super grateful to have me. Name's Beilschmidt. Gilbert Beilschimdt."
"Pfft. What kind of teacher comes to school late?" a student said.
"My dear brats, listen to this awesome theory someone really awesome made not too long ago," he looked around to make sure all eyes were on him.
He breathed in really deep, building up the tension as the students became more eager to hear this so-called theory.
"It's not that I'm late, you were all just early." Gilbert grinned but did not expect the students' reactions.
"What the...?" a student stopped in his track of words.
"Was that even suppose to be a pun?" another one complained.
"Ugh, great! Another scatterbrain for a teacher!" one threw his arms in an annoyed manner.
"Okay, okay! I hear your unawesome reactions so just shut up and let's get this over with," Gilbert groaned. "So we start with the attendance... Vargas Lovino?"
"Present." an Italian answered.
"Williams Matthew?"
Silence.
"Is he not around?"
"H-here." the little blond boy at the other side of the room raised his hand.
"Mein gott! If you're there speak up please. You have a mouth for a reason."
"S-sorry" Matthew shrunk in his chair.
"Kirkland Arthur?"
"Here." a boy with REALLY thick eyebrows answered.
Gilbert took a quick look at this boy. His name seemed to interest him but as his eyes landed on the Briton, chills raced through his spine.
"Boy, you brats are getting creepier and weirder by the minute," Gilbert shivered.
"Jones Alfred?" he continued.
No answer.
"Damn it, last chance. Jones Alfred?!" Gilbert said once more.
"HERE!"
A sudden shout filled the room as a blond held unto the door frame.
"I'm here! I'm... I'm... I'm..."
"Late," Gilbert cuts in.
"Well sorry for being on time, all of you were just too early!" Alfred pointed a finger to everyone in the room.
With that said, everyone just gave him a face palm along with a 'seriously, dude?' look. Well everyone but Gilbert of course.
"Finally! Someone with great logic! You, boy, are on my list," Gilbert winked.
"Well that sounds soooo appealing." Alfred sarcastically said as he walked in the classroom. "Wait, where do I sit?!"
Sure enough, the room was full and all the chairs were already taken.. except for one.
"There's one beside..erm- Kirkland," Gilbert said.
"B-but-"
"You want it or not? You could sit outside for all I care,"
"Come on! I thought I was on 'your list'," Alfred made air-quotations.
"That doesn't mean you're allowed to whine about your seat," Gilbert turned his back "Sit or get out."
"Fine," Alfred admitted defeat.
As he walked to his new seat, which was at the back row, he heard words of encouragement from his classmates. He honestly doesn't want to sit next to Arthur. Arthur who spoke at least 10 words per day, Arthur who always had his head down, Arthur who is said to be cursed.
"So..um..hi?" Alfred hesitantly greeted as he sat in his seat.
"..."
No response. Not even a glance. Arthur was sitting so still, it felt like he was just a prop made by the drama club. With that, everything was decided. He definitely won't be enjoying this term.
"Now that everything's fine and dandy, let me go ahead to the orientation," Gilbert announced. " Let's just assume everyone's present, okay? Okay."
As Gilbert discuss, Alfred could keep a straight head. This kid beside him was emitting a black aura and Alfred did not like it one bit. His classmates eyes were surrounding him, cornering him, waiting him to scream out loud and run outside.
Those inaudible words made him feel anxious. He didn't know why but it was as if Arthur being a curse thing is real. Alfred never minded it. It was none of his business anyway. Well, not until today.
"...So to sum it up, all of you would need to partner up," Gilbert's words managed to penetrated Alfred's ears.
"W-What? Partner? With whom? For what?!" Alfred stood up.
"Weren't you listening Jones?! Ugh, Vargas! Explain it to him," Gilbert pointed to the Italian in front.
"Why the fuck would I do that?" Lovino complained.
"Because I said so, now chop, chop! Time's a wastin'!" Gilbert clapped his hands, gesturing Lovino to hurry up.
Lovino glared at his teacher but of course, as thick-headed as he is, Gilbert did not give in. Lovino sighed in defeat and started to explain everything.
"Every home room, you-uh, join up with a person. So every activity we have will be like that,"
"Too half-assed. Do it again," Gilbert scolded.
"He gets it," Lovino said.
"I actually don't get it," Alfred cuts in.
"Fine! You partner up with the person on your right and every home room activity will be done together. Get it now, bastard?" Lovino furrowed his brows in irritation.
"I get it, I get it. No need to get a vein popped, Vargas," Alfred commented.
"You little-"
"Okay, now I shall take my leave," Gilbert announced as he arranged his things in his arms.
"What? The bell hasn't even rang!" Raivis protested.
Riiiing
As if on cue, the bell rang and Gilbert winked.
"Bye brats," Gilbert said as he walked out of the room.
"You partner up with the person on your right," Lovino's words repeated in Alfred's head.
"Person on your right...Person on your right...Person on your right..."
"Oh hell no," Alfred mumbled.
He looked at Arthur with disbelief and sure enough, his greatest fear has now been realized. Arthur, the cursed kid who gets anyone into trouble if you get too close to him. The same kid who caused a fellow classmate's accident just because of an insult. Alfred froze on his seat. His hands were shaking and all sweaty, his face drained out of color and his pupils dilated.
"...fred! Alfred! ALFRED!"
Alfred snapped back into reality to see his half-brother beside his seat.
"Ah, hey Matt. What's up?" he asked.
"Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that? You've sat so still for god knows how long. It's gym so let's go, everyone already left," Matthew sighed, much to his annoyance.
"REALLY?!"
Matthew nodded. This only means one thing, Arthur saw him staring at him.
"This is bad, really bad!" Alfred shouted in his head.
"Come on Al, we have to go NOW," Matthew pulled his arm.
Alfred jerked his arm away from Matthew and felt bad right away.
"I-I'm not feeling so good. I think I need to go," Alfred said as he stood from his seat.
"You sure? Should I call someone?" Matthew's asked.
"No, I can manage. Go on to gym class, Matt. I'll be fine,"
"Okay, be careful," his brother reminded and went out.
Alfred gathered up his things then left the room. He walked to the clinic but stopped before opening the door. He shook his head, deciding to not go in, and continued to walk. He didn't go home though, his dad would kill him. He, instead, went up to the school's rooftop.
xXxX
It was still and tranquil. This kind of atmosphere cleared Alfred's mind, even for a bit. He threw his things to the corner-most wall and sat beside it, resting his back on the other side. His eyes fluttered, threatening to close and Alfred didn't put up much of a fight. Within a moment, he was lost in his dreams.
"..wake up,"
Alfred gritted his teeth and ignored the call.
"Excuse me but please wake up,"
Alfred still ignored the voice.
"Wake up you useless git and get your arse in the classroom!"
The voice was sou loud that Alfred woke up startled by it.
"What the fuck m-"
Alfred's words cut short when he saw the owner of the voice.
"You should go back to the classroom. It's already lunch period and your brother is worried about you," Arthur talked.
"You-wha-where-,"
Alfred's multiple questions were too hard for him to ask.
"For Pete's sake spit out already!" Arthur crossed his arms.
Alfred doesn't know why this kid always manages to scare him. Was it the rumors? His aura? Or is it just his own well-being?
"If you're not coming back than at least let your brother know that you skipped class," Arthur said as he walked away.
"Wait!" Alfred cried out and he didn't know why.
"What is it?!" Arthur asked impatiently.
"Um...Uh.. Nothing,"
Alfred's eyes bounced around, avoiding as much eye contact as possible.
"Hmph, git," Arthur murmured and entered the school building.
Alfred was yet again, left alone. He was sweating so much that it drenched his clothes and dampened his hair.
"Maybe I should give Matt a call and go home after all," he said to no one.
He got his phone and surprise, surprise, a new wallpaper made its way to Alfred's phone.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Alfred jumped.
The wallpaper was gruesome, heinous, terrifying and downright disturbing. He never knew such thing could happen in one's lifetime. He started to shake and almost dropped his phone. He turns off his phone and ran back in the school building. Maybe he was just imagining things or someone's playing a prank. But a thought arose and made him lose his strength.
Was Arthur really cursed?
Oh... Hey there~ Yeah, this idea has been bugging me for far too long and I decided to make it happen~
*snaps fingers*
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I'm so sorry for disappearing guys! It's just, ugh! Procrastination and a yacht full of school stuff have been occupying me recently. There were also, as always, issues concerning my writing skills but I convinced myself to keep going.
Unfortunately, I don't think I can update and keep my stories going so what I'm going to do is post a new and improved story and "give away" or just plain delete some stories.
I will give you the power to vote which story I should keep and which story should be deleted. I will only have a top 4 so choose wisely. Thank you so much for the patience and never ending support.
P.S: I already have a poll done and voting ends after one month. Oh, and the finished stories are not included, I'll just rewrite those. :3
Rin-chan ;)
