Hey! This is my first REAL Hetalia Fanfic! P-Please go easy on the reviews; no flames please!
Arthur Kirkland got off his plane and stretched out his arms, breathing in the cool September air that swept across America, home to the World Academy, the most prestigious private school on the planet.
"Ah, what a wonderful day to arrive in such an interesting country," Arthur thought as he carried his suitcase, his oboe in its case, and stepped into the private bus that would take him to his destination.
The World Academy was an extremely prestigious school for only the best students in the world. Each country would send one student to the academy. They would stay for 7-8 years then return to help the country run smoothly. Not only was the school very harsh on academics, it was also a place for students to express themselves through music, art, and theater. Each student was also required to play one classical instrument to enroll. Arthur, being a returning 16-year-old junior, stayed in the same dorm as he did for the last 2 years of being in the World Academy. The bus stopped and he got out, thanking the bus driver as he lugged his suitcases into the Europe dorm rooms. The dorm rooms were classified by which continent a student was from. Arthur was British, so he stayed in the Europe dorm, the most crowded dorm house by far.
Arthur breathed in heavily and breathed back out, feeling refreshed and ready for junior year. He walked down the vacant hallways until he found his room. He grinned profusely. His room was still the same. Unlike other schools, the W.A. rooms didn't need to be cleaned out, since only a select few could come to the school and each student stayed in the same room until they graduated. He indulged in his memories until he heard a loud banging coming from outside.
"Bloody hell, who, may I ask, is banging on my door?" Arthur yelled, extremely irritated by the rude interruption of the peace by the French diplomat, Francis Bonnefoy.
"Mon cher, it is simply me, François Bonnefoy!" The French senior yelled, very energetic at seeing his old "frenemy" again.
"Cor blimey, can't a guy get ANY peace around here?"
Arthur heard nothing, but he suspected that the Frenchman wanted him to come along so he could watch Francis hit on all of the freshman girls at the orientation. He opened the door, sighing in his normally agitated manner. And, he suspicion was right. He was immediately dragged by Francis outside and into the main hall, where the 2 principals were giving the freshman orientation speech. Arthur was pretty shocked by Francis's speed. For a prissy guy who liked stupid frilly clothing, he sure could run.
"He could almost be a legitimate guy! This year might not actually be that bad!" Arthur silently cheered in his head.
Francis and Arthur arrived just as the principals started to speak. Arthur was surprised by the number of freshmen who were seated in the main hall. But Boys were playing their video games, girls were gossiping, nothing was new. Warmth rose in his cheeks as he saw a face; a new, beautiful face that caught his eye. A young boy, an American, Arthur suspected, was looking at him with a small smile plastered on his face. He had sky blue eyes, caramel colored hair, a nice build, and he was just… beautiful. Arthur waved to him, and the boy's smile turned into a goofy grin. The boy saw Arthur waving, and he waved back as a response.
"My name's Alfred Freedom Jones; what's yours?" The boy whispered loudly, making himself the center of attention within his fellow freshmen. Arthur smiled slightly at Alfred's name, but realized that the two were attracting a lot of attention. Francis was coughing, but Arthur knew he was trying to hide his laughter.
Arthur felt like face-palming himself, but whispered back just as loudly, "My name's Arthur. Arthur Kirkland."
