Editors Note

Holly: You would think she would be working on 'Dark Pasts' all this time. NOPE. Mattie emailed this to me and was just like 'IDGAF just do it...' Poor thing :( But the good news is it's up! Oh Mattie, 'UkCan isn't crack!' Keep telling yourself that...

Chapter One

Rain fell onto the glass window nosily and relentlessly. There was so much water you could no longer make out the individual drops sliding down the glass. The parking lot outside looked like a lake, and the cars like docked boats.

If only they were, a young man pondered staring out the window, maybe they could take me back across the 'pond.'

"Arthur," a voice interrupted his thoughts. The boy sat up and looked to the teacher. Wait…something was wrong. The entire class was silent, save the rain on the window. Had he…?

He had. Shit.

"Umm, sorry sir, could you repeat that?" Arthur asked sheepishly. Two boys in the back snickered loudly.

"I said," the teacher spat glaring to the back of the class, "The principal wants to see you. Perhaps your friend Alfred can join you?"

"A'www but Mister!" Alfred whined obnoxiously, "I didn't even do nothing! Besides laugh…but Francis was laughing too!"

Mr. Edelstien continued to glare distastefully at Alfred while tapping his foot. Alfred was scrabbling out of his seat two seconds later, hurrying to catch up with Arthur who had already left the room.

Arthur walked down the hallway, enjoying the sound of the rain. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine himself back home. He could pretend it was just another walk to the principal's office at his old school. Ah yes, the infamous Arthur Kirkland, the school's official badass. The principal didn't even mind. He was some guy from Germany who was always too busy dealing with the gang activity in town. Something about his Italian friend's brother. Setting off a fire alarm? We needed a drill anyway. Harassing some girls? Boys will be boys. Disturbing the class? Is that really worth that much attention and punishment?

Setting the gym on fire? Yeah, not Arthur's brightest idea. That's what got him kicked out of his school in London. His Dad was so pissed, he sent him to some private school in America.

He opened his eyes and stopped. He was disappointed to find himself still in the fancy building. The rain almost convinced him he was home.

Almost.

The sound of running feet came out of nowhere. Arthur turned to find his obnoxious classmate, Alfred F. Jones. His heavy running echoed off the walls, flooding the hall with noise. It even drowned out the sound of the rain. He came to an erupt stop in front of Arthur. Looking down at him confused.

"Uhhh," he said stupidly, scratching the back of his head, "you know you didn't have to wait for me, right? Mr. E. was just being a smartass or whatever."

"I wasn't waiting for you, git." Arthur said with a scowl. Alfred grinned stupidly.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you standing outside the office just staring out the window? Cause it sure seems like you're waiting for someone."

"I wasn't. I was just thinking…"

"About?"

"Why should I tell you?" Arthur asked turning and opening the door to the office. He walked up the receptionist and asked, "The principal wanted to see me?" Alfred kept looking down at the British boy curiously.

The two boys walked into the principal's office together. Principal Honda was a small Asian man, who was for the most part wise and mellow.

That is, for the most part. He had a very low tolerance for Alfred and was looking for every excuse to get rid of him.

"Why the herr is he here?" Principal Honda mumbled under his breath as the two boys entered.

"Idk, bro. I lol-ed in class and Mr. E. flipped his shit. He was all like, 'gtfo noob.' You should really think about firing him." Interesting, something about the office intensified Alfred's ability to annoy others.

"I'm dreadfully sorry Mr. Honda," Arthur interrupted, "but what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Ah yes…" The Asian man said. He looked like he was trying quite hard to remember why he called Arthur in. "How are your grades?" he asked to stall.

"Good, I would say. I'm having a bit of trouble in American history but I suppose that's expected."

"You're a junior right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you enjoying it here at Hetaria Academy?"

"Well, I have no problems with Hetalia itself, I would just rather be in London."

"Ah, yes it is never easy to leave your home land…Ah! This is why I wanted to speak with you in the first place. We have a new student from Canada. I was hoping you could show him around?"

A new kid didn't sound so appealing, especially if the Principal couldn't even remember him. But…

Arthur damned himself for being a gentleman.

"Alright, I'll show the lad around I suppose. Where is he?"

"He is in the front office, and his name is…" Honda stopped again. What was it? He should really write this all down. "Well you can find out his name later."

"ANYWHORE," Alfred screamed, "can I go now? I've got PE next."

Honda and Arthur cringed at the sudden intruption from their conversation.

"No. But you can go to In House* now, Mr. Jones." Honda mumbled, already tired of Alfred's shit. "You may go too, Mr. Kirkland. I hope to hear that..." What was his name? "...that our new student finds Hetalia Academy quite enjoyable."

Yeah fucking right.

Matthew sat on the bench in front of 'Honda-san's' office, absentmindly fidgetting with a lose string. Don't get him wrong, the school seemed okay, but America? Hell no. Never. Nuh-uh. He might only be a freshman, but he was getting out of this school, and this country, ASAP. The people? Rude. The food? Crap. The culture? Boring. Sense of community? None. Of all the places...

Well that's not true. When his parents divorced he DID have a choice of who to stay with. His brother stayed with his dad, so he stayed with his mom in Canada. But his mom fell in love with this guy from Russia and was planning on moving there. So it was either America or Russia.

It might have been a crapshot, bt he went with America.

The door to the pricipal's office swung open, almost hitting him in the face. Matthew watched as his brother power walked out, screaming, "THE HERO SHALL NOW BE HEADING TO IN HOUSE, WHERE HE WAS WRONGLY SENT!" Honda-san walked out behind him tiredly and looked around the office. He seemed to look right at Matthew without seeing him.

"Arthur," he said turning to look in the office, "What was I doing?"

Just then a short, older guy stepped out of the office. He had messy blonde hair and shocking green eyes. He seemed distracted, and kept glancing at the window as he spoke, "Introducing me to the new student so I oculd show him around."

"Ah! Yes, he's ummm..."

"I'm right here." Matthew decided to interupt him. "My name is Matthew."

Green eyes meet violet, and for a moment the world stopped.

Holly: Oh my lawd, when Alfred was like 'GTFO noob' I just died XDDD

*In House for those who don't have it is detention DURING your classes. It sounds pretty cool once you think about it...but it's not. Normally you can't do anything during it, like you have to stare at a wall for an hour o.o