I wake to the beeping call of my alarm, disrupting the delicate connection from the real world to my externalizing delusions. I sit up and ruffle my forever messy light blonde hair and crack open an emerald eye. Taking a look outside, I feel motivated to get up and walk to the window to my left. There aren't many cars that pass my street, seeing how I live in a frumpy dumpy apartment complex and not in the dead center of the city. I opened the window, relieved to breathe a breath of fresh air, and felt the semi-warm morning air caress my skin. September isn't as warm in New York, as it was back in London. Feeling regretfully homesick, I close the window and glance at the clock. 7:04. Knowing that classes started at 7:30, I reluctantly began to get dressed.

Feeling the cool t-shirt against my bare skin, I wondered if it would be enough. I inspect myself in the mirror and held the shirt closer to my chest, revealing my definite ribcage. I decided that I'd better wear a jacket of some sort, just to make sure. I zipped up my blue hoodie and reviewed myself. Pale skin, bushy eyebrows, and just overall sickly looking. Good enough. Blue is my favorite color. Not sure why, but I have a good feeling about it. I glimpse at the clock again to see that the time was 7:16. I grabbed my golden brown backpack and headed out the door. I scanned my 1 bedroom apartment the make sure everything was in place. My always empty fridge next to the sink in the kitchen, coming off from the tiny living room. My outdated polyester couch was sitting in front of my coffee table in which I usually had my morning tea. I peer at the creaky hardwood floors and checked the clock once more to see that several minutes had passed.

Leaving my apartment at 7:21 wasn't what I had planned for my first day, but shit happens. I couldn't believe I actually moved all the way from England to go to a high school called Hetalia Academy in bloody America. Or was it Hetalia High? To be honest I didn't care. It got me out of my rudy awful family, so I didn't need a name in order to study abroad there. I got a flashback of a memory from home I wasn't particularly fond of and cringed. I walked along the sidewalk and decided gazed at the scenery to get my mind off of things. The jade colored grass matched the mossy green leaves on the trees adjacent to each other. I refocused my attention on the cerulean sky above me. I smiled at fact that the sky was blue. My favorite kind of blue. I liked how blue represented freedom and perseverance. And how blue was everywhere, even in vast amounts above our heads. With so much blue, it seems to have brought justice to nature and beauty itself. Still daydreaming, I barely noticed that there was someone calling for me.

"Hey, bro!", the voice finally broke through to me.

Caught by surprise, I whipped my head towards the announcer. "Bloody hell. Who are you?"

The blonde was in an expensive looking car in an alarming shade of chartreuse pulled up right next to me, with a goofy smile across his face. He was most likely a jock or something, but definitely looked my age.

"I'm Alfred. Alfred F. Jones. I'm a junior at Hetalia Academy and was just on my way there. You look around my age and wondered if you go to school with me, too dude."

Ah. So it was Hetalia Academy. But I wondered what a guy like him could've wanted with me. "Yeah, so?"

"Dude, it's 7:27. Class starts in 3 minutes. You're never gonna make it in time. Wanna lift?", the blonde boy said with concern. I can't help but notice his animated cowlick and his- oh my god. Blue eyes. Bright blue eyes. Sky blue eyes. Keep it together, Kirkland. I continued walking and the blondie looked startled and started driving after me slowly.

"I'll make it in enough time", I lied. "Besides, aren't you worried by how creepy you'll look if you keep following me?"

"No way, dude! I'm more worried about how my ma's gonna kick my ass when she finds out that I'm gonna be late! And plus, I'll feel bad if I leave you here, so please?", the teen replied exhortingly.

Contemplating whether or not this guy's reasons were valid, I was still fazed by those breathtakingly blue eyes. Besides, It was getting late. "Fine", I exaggerated, and climbed into the passenger side of the vehicle.

I sat down awkwardly, trying to fasten the seat belt. I still wasn't used to American automobiles.

"Alright, bro. The hero goes warp speed ahead!", Alfred screeched as he punched the accelerator.

I lunge back in my seat as we barrel down the street. I tried to keep all feelings of uneasiness to myself, but it was apparent that I was on edge. Alfred looked over and laughed at me.

"What's the haps, bro? Are you scared of cars or somethin'?", the sandy blonde jested. "Why so jumpy?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because you're practically flying down the road, and the wrong side of it at that!", I hollered back at him.

"Oh right, you're from Britain or something, right, with that accent? And your cars and roads are all messed up and shit, huh?", Alfred stated like the uneducated ape his vocabulary was proclaiming him to be.

I glared over at him and it seems that my rage had exhibited on my face, due to Alfred's expression of pure fear. He quickly returned his eyes to the road and took a sharp turn into the school parking lot. There was a moment of intimacy as I had fallen into Alfred's lap on that last turn. I must have turned a thousand shades of pink, but it was funny to see Alfred turn as red as a tomato.

"Alright dude, we're here", Alfred exclaimed hurriedly as we rushed into the building.

Alfred walked with me as we went to grab our schedules and get scolded by the lady at the front desk. I browsed over my list before the annoying sandy-haired teen snatched it from my hands.

"Sweet, bro. We have 4th period english together and 3rd period History. Kickass!"

"Why don't you ask before you take, git?! And why are you so impulsive? Most people don't appreciate it when-"

"And we have homeroom together! Sweet!"

I sighed in defeat as we paced down the hallway to our first class of the day. I bumped into Alfred as I had been staggering behind him and fell on my arse.

"Damn, what the hell are you doing, Alfred?"

"I just realized somethin', dude." He helped me up and gestured toward my eyes. I must've turned pink because Alfred was blushing a little. "Green is like, my favorite color. Ever."

Feeling a bit awkward after that, I became heated when he nonchalantly walks into the classroom, pretending like sticking his face close to mine was nothing.

"'Sup, teach. You'll have to excuse me and my friend for being 2 minutes late, or are you still an uptight prick like usual?"

"Alfred!", I hissed.

"Yeah, whatever. Just sit your ass down and shut the hell up. I don't think I can deal with your bullshit for much longer.", the teacher asserted.

What the hell was wrong with Americans?

"Whatever. Come sit here, Artie."

I jerk around and jeered at him. "What did you just call me?"

"I called ya Artie. Cool with that?"

"I don't suppose I can change your mind, can I?"

"Nope!", he laughed.

"I told you to shut the hell up back there!", I heard the teacher shriek. "Okay. So it's the beginning of the year and all that horseshit, so let me introduce myself. I'm Ms. Jones and I'm your English teacher, so you'll- Would you shut the hell up, Alfred?"

Alfred was laughing nonstop during Ms. Jones' orientation and was acting just like she was: A total arse.

"What could possibly be so funny, Alfred?", Ms. Jones sarcastically questioned.

"Pfftt… Ms. Jones…", Alfred managed.

"So what I'm not married? Who gives a shit?!"

"Oh, like how you weren't married last year, or the year before that, or-"

"Weren't you supposed to keep your trap shut? Who is the teacher?", Ms. Jones gritted through her teeth, a threatening fist raised. I don't think I've ever been that scared by a woman in my whole life.

The bell rang and everybody jumped from their seats to hurry off to their next class.

"Well, whatever. I'll go over this introduction garbage later. Good goin', Alfred! Taking up all my damn class time…", She mutter under her breath.

"What her deal?", I asked Alfred as we meandered down the long, crowded hallway.

"She's just my bitchy cousin, Amelia. I've had her as a teacher at least once every year I've been here."

"Interesting", I noted.

"What?"

"You both have a lot in common, or that's just how Americans are."

"Well, whatever. What class do you have next again?"

"Honors chemistry. How about you?"

Alfred turns away and shamefully mutters, "Regular chemistry."

"Why are you ashamed of that", I question him.

""Cause you're in honors everything and I just don't get chemistry. Biology and physical science are totally my thing, though!", he exclaims, fist in the air.

"Well, if you're having that much trouble with it, I suppose you could come over or something and I could tutor you.", I offer. Alfred turns to me and cracks a grin, and I feel intimidated by those pure blue eyes of his. Damn, do I feel like a school girl.

"Wow, Artie. That's unlike you.", he mocks, batting his eyelashes. "Offering your help to those in need."

"Oh, shut the hell up. We haven't even known each other for 2 goddamn hours.", I fume at him.

"So harsh", he pouts, sticking out his bottom lip and looking like a kicked puppy.

We had been talking for a while, so I hadn't noticed that I already found my classroom. Alfred begins to walk to the room next door and pauses.

"Oh, and if you're in any kind of trouble, I'm just in the next room over. So just shout for your hero and I'll save the damsel in distress!" I honestly don't know if he's trying to be sincere or it's just some narcissistic nonsense.