A/N Yet another new story for ya'll, if you have been following my other stories, they will be placed in a hiatus since this one will be my main priority at the moment. Now enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

1- Some Things are Better, Hidden

"Arthur Kirkland, do you have any idea what you have just done?"

The teenage boy held an impassive face, his arms hung limply by his sides, his legs spread evenly apart, as the headmaster of Red Academy, Julius Vargas, stared him down with a disapproving expression, his brows furrowing as he leaned in closer. He had never knew that there was a cold side to this Italian man, then again, Arthur was never one to get a scolding by him in the first place.

He held a stoic expression and stayed completely stiff as the headmaster closed in on him, the scent of his very strong cologne began to stung the boy's nose.

"No sir. What have I done?" He asked, not really knowing the answer himself. Was it because of the fact that he did his tie a different way today? It's no rumor that the headmaster was a complete fashionista when it came to dress code, just even thinking about having to wear something ridiculous would've blown his mind away. But it wasn't like he could boast about himself, though, he did always had a clean and proper way of handling his uniform: his blue blazer ironed every three days, his pants washed every two days, and his shoes wiped clean after every use.

Yes, he can tell that he himself, Arthur Kirkland, was literally the image of a perfect student, not to mention his status as student council president to add the topping to the cake. He at least had something to be proud of in his second year at this academy.

Unlike his "other" image.

Julius held Arthur's unflinching gaze as brown eyes stared into green eyes, the invisible, crackling electricity flowing between the two. It wasn't until those brown eyes lit up into a joyful manner and Julius let out a booming laugh, his large hand snaking around and slapping Arthur on his back rather forcefully, making the boy lurch forward.

"Kirkland, my boy! You've just broken yet another record for your outstanding performance at the sixth annual Math Placement for Young People! You oughta be proud of yourself, this is just magnifico*!" His unwavering grinny face continue to outshine Arthur's surprised expression as he tried to catch himself from falling to the floor. "Your status at this school will surely attract many more brightful youths!"

A soft, wistful sigh escaped his lips as he recomposed his body, his hands coming up and smoothing out his blazer. For a second there, he had thought that the headmaster had found hints about his "whereabouts" on the weekends, it would've been living hell if he had started piecing together the clues.

Again, it's not as if Arthur was that simple minded enough for himself to get caught that easily, only amateurs and high school dropouts make those mistakes. But not this British lad.

Arthur's lips curved into a small smile as he nodded his head modestly, "Yes, I suppose that is rather good, for the academy I mean. It's only a matter of time before this place is at the top of the charts, a real breathtaking sight I'm sure." He kicked the heels of his shoes on the tiles, "Now if you'll humbly take my leave, I still have many papers I must sort through back at my office. Good day, sir."

Julius let out another laugh as he shook the boy's hand roughly with his own two large paws. "Of course! Do what you need to do, keep making me proud Kirkland! Oh, and please remember to hand me the finished copy of the lunch menu so that I can revise it."

He nodded and retrieved his hand back, shaking it a bit to relieve the numbness, "Of course, you can count on me." With that said and done, Arthur turned around and stalked down the opposite hallway.

He suspects something.

Arthur's eyes narrowed into tight slits as he recalled the way Julius stared down at him, just before he made the announcement that it was just for that silly math competition he had signed up for.

It was no joke, he really looked like he was really disappointed in me. Headmaster Vargas must be someone that I must be cautious with, he knows something.

Rolling his eyes and stuffing his hands down his pants pockets, he continued to direct his attention on the incoming students who were quickly exiting the classroom doors in big groups, it was lunch time. But for Arthur, it was time to get those papers signed and filed away.

A mass number of people, all different shapes and sizes, brushed past him as he found himself getting rather irritated of all these kids.

Gods, the noise is immensely annoying, if only there was a way to get them to shut up-

Arthur's mind tried to process what had just happened, but he suddenly found himself pushed forcibly to the floor, his arse landing painfully on to the tiles. He blinked twice and his mind just went berserk. Who in hell's mind would push him, the president at this academy in humiliation?!

He was about to let a mangle of words escape his lips when a voice called out to him and he instinctively looked up.

"Woah! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there! My eyes were looking around everywhere so I couldn't tell if someone was in front of me." That voice… it almost sounded like…

A blasted American.

Wonderful.

A flash of honey wheat hair and innocent baby blue eyes stared down at him curiously, his back arched and his large hands were rested on his knees.

Arthur quickly tried to recompose himself back into his "charming" self, his eyes softening and his fisted palms relaxing themselves against the tiles. "Oh no, it wasn't your fault, I was just lost in thought and should've watched where I was going." Yeah, Arthur didn't know if he could keep up his "image" around this guy, who watched in amusement as he stood back up. The nerve of him.

The other boy flashed a bright grin, almost as bright as Julius's, and adjusted his handbag on his shoulder. "Nah, I can't find fault in that. How 'bout we just say that we both weren't paying attention and happened to crash into each other? That's doing justice good if I do say so myself!" The blonde gave Arthur a thumbs up.

Arthur laughed meekly (or tried to), and bobbed his head. "Alright, that's fine with me." The president then raised a brow and looked intently at this new character, who didn't look familiar to him, "I don't suppose I've ever seen you before at this academy, are you new here?"

"Yup! Just transferred in today! My step brother recommended that I should attend this school since he also goes here! I haven't seen him in forever!" The American rambled.

"Ah, I see." What more could Arthur say? He obviously did not want to entertain this boy any more than he already had. But sadly, since he was the student body president he had an obligation to assist any unfamiliar students who were lost, so he really doesn't have a choice to say no.

What a shame.

He casually cleared his throat and held a hand out. "Well, seeing as if you are new here, I might as well be the first to introduce you to the place. I am Arthur Kirkland, student council president here at Red Academy."

"Hah, how did I know that you were going to have such a British-y name like that? That's so cool!" The boy gawked at him surprisingly and took Arthur's hand into his own. "The names Alfred Jones, it's nice to meetcha Arthur!"

The English boy smiled uncertainly at Alfred and shook his hand slowly, the high burst of energy that this boy unleashed was too much for him already. "Likewise. Now I'm guessing that you already have your schedule for this semester?" Might as well help the poor lad, he seemed like the kind of person who'd be oblivious to everything.

Alfred nodded and pulled out a semi-crinkled piece of paper from his school bag. "Yeah, I have it right here. Wanna see it?"

Is he really asking me that? "That would be helpful in me trying to point you in the right direction." How typical of him.

The taller boy handed it over to him and Arthur was trying really hard not to flinch at the untidiness of his paper. One of his many pet peeves.

After glancing at it for a couple of seconds, Arthur completely memorized Alfred's entire schedule. He was a first year and had some of advance placement classes with Arthur, such as history for one and some extracurricular ones like psychology. Very interesting, perhaps he isn't as brain whacked as he looks.

"It looks like you and I would be seeing each other often, we have three out of the seven classes together." Arthur handed back the schedule to Alfred who accepted it with grabby hands and immediately stared at it in awe.

His eyes scanned the paper back and forth before glancing back at Arthur with a grin. "Hey that's awesome! So I'm guessing that it's lunch time, 'cause there's a lot of peeps out here."

"That's right." Arthur mentally smacked himself at the earlier thought the Alfred was actually intelligent. But time will tell, after all, he did have classes with him and although the idea of that didn't sound as thrilling to Arthur, it should at least keep him amused for the rest of the semester.

Speaking of which, the president pulled up his sleeve to reveal a small watch, he checked the time briefly before rolling back down his blazer. "Well if you don't want to miss out your only free period today, I suggest you get a move on. Lunch ends in about twenty minutes."

Alfred's face lit up in surprise as his words sunk in. "Re-really?! Damn it. Okay, got it," The American pursed his lips in a thin line as his eyes stared pleadingly at Arthur, "Umm, mind telling me which way to go?"

Arthur sighed internally, "The cafeteria is just down this hallway, then you take a right, you'll see two large doors that says "Cafeteria" on it. But you may eat anywhere, just not in classrooms, teachers don't like having rowdy students during their prep. hour."

With a change of expression and a now bright smile on his face, Alfred nodded his head enthusiastically and tightened his grip on his handbag strap. "Gee thanks! You really helped a lot, Arthur!"

The council president returned the gesture nonchalantly, "Of course. It's only my job to help other-," he added a heavy cough, "stupid-" he coughed again and added a small smile to his face, "-students such as yourself. Your next class should be the classroom behind you; basic algebra correct?"

Alfred craned his head to glance at the door just behind of him. "Yep! Well, I guess I'll be going then, nice meeting you Arthur!" And with that said and done, the energetic boy dashed off towards the awaited cafeteria, obviously not giving Arthur his chance to say anything in return.

Hmph, that blasted wanker only thinks on his stomach. It's only a matter of time before he gets himself into real trouble if he continues acting like that.

But why should Arthur even care, it wasn't even his business, plus they only met today. If anything, with that attitude of his, Arthur wouldn't even be surprised if he made friends today. He seemed like a very caring lad.

With a roll of his eyes and a deep sigh escaping his throat, the blonde began to make his way towards his office, where he had his lunch, and his papers' that both needed attention.

"Well well, it looks like you're warming yourself up to that Américain*." A voice interrupted his blank thoughts.

Of course if needn't know who this blasted sound came from, he was only second in command in this here academy: vice president Francis Bonnefoy.

Arthur hastily turned around roughly and stared straight into the face of his rival. "Hmph, and why bring this up Francis? Stalking me again? How very like you." Couldn't this guy find someone else to bother?

He chuckled softly and placed a hand on his hip, "I am only observing what our president is doing to improve the academy life of these young pupils, that is the only job of your second in command."

"Yeah? Well next time tell me when you'll be doing that, because I like to keep my privacy to myself thank you very much." Arthur glared daggers at the French boy and felt his annoyance level rise by a whole inch. "Besides that, shouldn't you be with Yao right now? To help with the accounting of our previous fundraiser?"

Francis's expression didn't wave as he shook his head slowly, "Of course, it must've slipped my mind. Silly me, I'll get right to it." He sidestepped around Arthur until they were side by side, Francis's voice came out in a very low tone. "I do hope you're being careful around here. I wouldn't want your reputation to fall into ruins."

Arthur's lips curved into a wicked smirk and he felt his eyes narrow into tight slits, "What do you take me for, Bonnefoy. Some things are better when they're kept hidden from the public eye, yes?"

The vice president said nothing as he merely walked away, leaving Arthur to collect his thoughts about what had happened today, and what delicious delectables his mum had packed him for lunch.

A/N There will be more interaction between Alfred and Arthur in the coming chapters, please look out for it~ ^^

* Magnifico (Italian) - Magnificent

* Américain (French) - American