Arthur's letter had come in the mail, along with the water and electricity bills and an advertisment for 30% off car insurance(*Terms and Conditions may apply). He had immediately discarded the ad and handed the bills to his parents, before sitting down on the sofa across from them. A wax seal with an ornate 'H' decorated the envelope, and spidery writing danced across the parchment inside.

Welcome, it said, to Gakuen Hetalia World Academy.

Arthur's life was normal.

And then it wasn't.

Author's Note: Hello, people! I'm really excited about this work, it's been floating around in my brain and bugging me at every available moment. I hope y'all enjoy this first chapter!

It was raining, and Arthur was completely and utterly lost. The cabbie had dropped him off at the edge of the small town, claiming that he couldn't go any further. And without even an explanation or apology, Arthur was left in the dust. And the rain.

Arthur himself didn't really mind the rain, as he was born and raised in Westminster, but right now it was making it rather difficult for him to find the university he was supposed to be attending for the next period of his life. For a supposedly world-renowned school, it was quite in the middle of nowhere.

Too caught up in his thoughts, Arthur didn't bother looking twice while crossing the road, and therefore failed to notice the car that had come barreling down the lane at an alarmingly fast and definitely illegal speed.

Screeech!

Arthur gave a start at the sudden noise, skidded three feet forward on a not-there-before puddle, and narrowly avoided being killed on his first day in this wretched place... but was also effectively near-concussed after hitting his head on the cement.

The last thing he remembered was a loud, frantic voice penetrating his impending unconsciousness and the thought that, hey, those new textbooks better not have been ruined because they were ridiculously expensive, and Arthur was not rolling in cash despite the fact that he was able to attend such a prestigious school, and woah those eyes were a really, really weird shade of blue-

And then everything disappeared, and Arthur was floating in a black void of nothingness.

What a great way to spend his first day.

The first time Arthur woke up, he had thought he was dreaming. Everything was blurry and unfocused, and there were two people standing at his bedside.

"Hullo! Ooh, your twin..." Arthur squinted against the harsh light surrounding the figures," your twin is very pretty. Who- woah, did you jus' eat 'im? Where'd he go?" He attempted to get up, but to no avail, so he plopped back down onto his pillow.

The man chuckled and muttered something unintelligible.

Arthur frowned. "Come again? I can't hear you, mate- what are you doing?"

The newcomer fiddled with something, and Arthur suddenly felt extremely sleepy.

"Don't worry, dear," the stranger said," I'm just upping your morphine."

"You're drugging me? Tha's- Tha's ille... illegabib... illegable. Illegable. My father will hear abou' this."

And then, once again, he was swallowed by the darkness.

The second(and last) time, however, Arthur managed to stay conscious.

At first, he had thought that he was still at home, and the previous events were all part of a bad dream. Then he noticed the dull, throbbing pain in his head, the blanket covering him that definitely was not his(because the last time he checked, he did not own anything made with red silk), and the faint smell of roses. Oh, and a strange man that Arthur had never met before that was currently lying under the covers and staring at him. And did he mention the fact that this guy was naked?

What came to mind was something along the lines of 'one night stand' and 'fucking hell'.

Arthur scrambled up and off of the foreign bed and managed to warble out a couple of accusatory words before being hit by a wave of nausea, and would have crashed into the bookcase behind him had the blonde stranger not swooped in and caught him.

"Now, now, mon ami. We don't need you fainting all over again."

He pushed the Frenchman away, grabbed the nearest object(a pillow), and hurled it at him.

(It missed.)

"Don't touch me, you- you..." Arthur trailed off. "Who the bloody hell are you? Where am I?"

The long-haired blonde chuckled and held up his hands. "Calm down. I'm Francis Bonnefoy, and we're at my dormitory. You recovered quite quickly, considering the fact that you were concussed, so the nurse decided to move you here temporarily."

Concussed? Why was he- oh. It all came rushing back to him. The rain, the sudden flash of light, and... dammit, he hoped his textbooks were still okay.

But now, to more important matters...

"You ran me over? What were you doing at the time? I could have died!"

"In my defense, it was raining, and you weren't looking when you crossed the road! I am not entirely to blame!"

Arthur seethed, not able to find a comeback.

"Besides, you survived, did you not? All is good now!"

He was really starting to hate this Francis bloke.

"Anyways, how about I show you around the campus later? Think of it as an apology of sorts."

The Brit pursed his lips. "Fine. But clean up your room first, it's like a pigsty in here!"

"Yes, maman. Ah, I never caught your name."

"It's Arthur. Arthur Kirkland." He held out his hand.

Francis took it and brought it to his lips. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Kirkland," he murmured.

Arthur flushed to the tips of his ears and yanked his hand away. "Clean, Francis. And then you can give me a tour."

"Maybe sometime you can give me a tour of your-"

"FRANCIS! CLEANING, REMEMBER?"

He chuckled. "Anything for you, mon ami."

"AND FOR GODS SAKE, PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!"

"Non!"

So… whaddy'all think? Good or bad? Should I continue?