AN: And...yeah, this is a bad idea on my part..but I've spent all weekend talking with Canada about the 2p characters in Hetalia..and well...this is what comes from her giving me story ideas. And me having to cosplay as 2p!America on Wednesday for 'Superhero day' at school just to throw people off 'cause he's the villian. Yeah..just to go against the gits that run my school. That's why. And I'm paying for it dearly right now.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.
It was absolutely freezing outside. That was all that Oliver noticed when he started up the walk to the large school building. He'd not been able to find his jacket that morning with his parents rushing him to get in the car so they could drop him off close to the school and head to work. He counted himself lucky that they had drove him that morning anyways. As such, he sped up a bit, arms wrapped around himself to keep a bit of warmth about him as he headed in.
It was only his first day here, after a move. He was just glad no one here knew him. That would make things a little easier. He could lie about his family that way. He could say that they were perfectly normal. Now he was chilled for a different reason.
The inside of the school was warm and he quickly found his way to the office to gather his schedule. He glanced at it before setting about finding his first hour class. He arrived late to the class and handed over his schedule to the teacher when he got an odd look.
The other students were all staring at him. He could only guess why. It might be the mix of pink and blues that he was dressed in, or it might be the odd mix of his eyes, or maybe the almost pink hue in his hair that came from one parent having strawberry blond hair while the other had red. Even so, he didn't let it bother him.
"Mr. Kirkland, is it?"the teacher asked.
Oliver found himself looking at her with a sweet smile and nodding. "Yes'm."he said softly.
This gained him a nod and he got his schedule back. "Please take a seat in the back, next to Allen."
Oliver seemed a bit confused, so a kid in the back row called out. "Back here, new kid."
The teasing tone in his voice made the brit bristle a bit. He knew this kind of person only all too well. But he forced himself to take a seat that the boy mentioned to.
As soon as he was seated and the lesson started, Oliver noticed he'd already covered the topic at his last school and tuned it out. He knew the material. He would be okay tuning it out. Instead, he got a piece of paper out and started sketching absently.
At some point, Allen leaned over and peered at the paper and let out a low whistle. "Well, well, for someone who looks so sweet, you have a twisted since of humour."he commented dryly.
Oliver glanced at him. "What do you want?"he asked quietly. "Aren't you supposed to be paying attention?"
Allen shrugged. "I know this shit already."
Oliver bristled. "Don't say that,"he commented. "It's very highly unbecoming,"
Allen huffed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."he remarked. "Who are you, anyway?"
This made the brit hesitate for a second. The red-tinted eyes were making him a bit uneasy, but he answered. "Oliver Kirkland,"he said softly.
"Allen Jones, at your service."Allen responded in the same kind of sugary tone that Oliver normally spoke in. Then he added in, "Could you be any sweeter? I mean, c'mon. You don't like cussing, you dress like a fag, and you've got freaking pink hair. I bet you like cooking, right?"
Oliver brightened and he nodded. "Yes, in fact, I do rather enjoy cooking. People used to tell me I'm good at baking."
Allen bit back a laugh. "Oh, cute."he teased. "You really are a fag, huh?"
Oliver gave him a searching look before he shrugged. "What's it to you if I am?"he asked, but his happiness had dimmed quite a bit.
Allen shook his head. "Merely curious. Continue with your...very interesting...drawing."
Oliver was quiet until lunch then. It was at lunch that Allen approached him again while he was sitting on his own outside, away from everyone else. He plopped down right beside the brit and gave him a searching look.
"So, you realize I was just screwing with you in English, right?"Allen said.
Oliver gave him a dirty look. "If you can't speak without being rude, do not speak."he commented, pulling something from his bag.
Allen raised an eyebrow when he saw a bowl with a few cupcakes in it. "Who made those?"
"I did."Oliver said with a shrug. "Last night. I figured it was the best way to break in a new kitchen. Besides, I had the feeling I'd need something sweet today,"
Allen nodded in understanding.
Oliver glanced at him before he nudged the bowl towards him. "Want one?"he asked.
Allen gave him an amused look. "Oh, why not?"he commented after a while, opening the bowl and taking a cupcake out. He examined it before he spoke. "What exactly's in this..?"
"It won't kill you,"Oliver promised, focusing on his own lunch.
Silence fell for a while, then Allen decided it was safe enough to eat the cupcake and he took a bite out of it. He raised an eyebrow in surprise at the taste. He waited until he'd swallowed the bite before he spoke, not really wishing to get a lecture for being rude. "Well...I see people were right about you being gifted with baking.."
The rest of that day was slow, but Oliver didn't feel so bad about it anymore. He'd managed to find someone to speak with. Allen was gone by the time Oliver's parent's came to get him, which was good not only for Allen, but for Oliver himself.
That evening was quiet. None of Oliver's family asked him about his day, and he offered no information. He knew they didn't care either way. He wasn't going to push information they didn't care about onto him.
Still, it did bring him down to come back to the reality of nobody caring enough to ask about his day.
Failure at the first chapter of my first attempt of anything with the 2p! characters in it...
Yeah...