Ch.1 Beginnings
Summary: When Arthur Kirkland goes to university it is NOT how he imagined it. He is surrounded by weird people; a perverted frenchmen, some messed up Nordics, a crazy Russian, and much more. What makes everything worse is that he has to share a room with a loud, obnoxious American whom he despises. But then why does he find himself thinking about the brash Alfred F. Jones? Will this lead to love? Not on Arthur's watch!
Pairings: USUK, DenNor, SuFin, GerIta. Slight FrUK and Russia/America
Warnings: Cursing, Denial, Drama (probably lots of it), and eventually the rating will go up
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. All I own is the plot (and I'm not even sure I own that)
(A/N): Hello everyone. This is a new story that I am working on. It's a USUK fic (my favorite pairing for Hetalia) and so I hope it ends up ok *crosses fingers* :3
Well I'll just let you guys get to the story since I never have much to say in the first chapter except Enjoy!
Arthur walked up to the stairs that led to his new University. He didn't like having to switch schools in the middle of the year, but his old friend Francis had called him and told him that this University would be best for what he wanted to study. He sighed. He didn't really like Francis (the pervert!) but he had done some research and found out that he was indeed right about the University.
He walked through the big double doors and into the posh University. Marble made the floors and beautiful paintings lined the walls. Was Arthur really in the US? He looked around to see students walking up and down the stairs, through the hallways, and into some rooms that were in the building, all looking as if they were incredibly smart and wanted to learn. Arthur was alittle shocked.
He scanned the big lobby area for the admission's office, finally locating it after roaming around for a while. Arthur walked into the office and was greeted by a reluctant receptionist. Bloody Americans. He knew it was too good to be true. He was lead into a smaller office where the dean sat at his desk. He had waist length blond hair, blue eyes and looked German.
"Good morning Mr. Kirkland." He said, reaching his hand out.
"Good morning sir," Arthur replied, grabbing the dean's hand and shaking it.
"Please sit." Arthur put his things on the floor and took the seat in front of the dean's desk. "All your paperwork seems to be in order," he said, looking through some papers. "Here is a list of books you will need and your dorm number along with your key. I hope you don't mind that you have to share." The dean handed Arthur a piece if paper and a set of keys.
"Thank you sir," Arthur said, taking the paper and keys. "And no I don't mind at all."
"Very well then. You will get your class scheduale tomorrow so don't worry about going to your classes straight away. Now off you go. You have some unpacking and preparing to do." Arthur thanked the dean for his help, picked up his things, and made his way to the dorms.
The dorms looked like an apartment building. It wasn't that tall but it was wide. Arthur walked in and was greeted by carpeted floors and white walls. He looked around for the elevator and found one just as it was about to close.
"Thank you," he said to the person who had held the door open for him.
"No problem." Arthur turned around to see a blond haired, blue eyed man in a bomber jacket. Arthur wasn't sure why, but for some reason, just looking at the man annoyed him. The blond's eyes lit up. "Hey, are you new here?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah," Arthur said, turning his back to him.
"That's cool. Where ya from?" The blond moved closer to Arthur, making the brit alittle uncomfortable.
"The UK," Arthur said, moving away from the other man.
"Oh cool!" he yelled. "So are you like, a spy?"
"No I am not a spy," Arthur replied irritated.
"That's exactly what a spy would say!"
The elevator came to a stop and Arthur sighed in relief. "It was nice talking to you," he said sarcastically, gathering up his things, and heading out of the elevator.
"Same here!" the other blond said, getting out of the elevator as well. "See you around," he called as he made his way down the hallway. "Hey Kiku! Can I borrow some video games!" Arthur heard the man yell as he walked into one of the rooms.
Arthur sighed. He looked at the paper the dean had given him and walked to the room with the same number. He turned the key and walked in. The room was as big as an apartment and had tile floors. It had a living room, dining room, and kitchen. He would've been impressed if there wasn't things lying all over the place. Arthur walked further into the apartment to where the bedrooms – uh, bedroom was. It was pretty big and spacious, despite having two beds against either side of the room. Two dressers lined the walls next to the door, and a door was in front of the bed Arthur presumed to be his own, that led to the bathroom.
The place was a mess. What kind of person lived here? Arthur walked over to his bed and began to unpack his things. He looked around the room again and noticed it was a pale dark blue color, and posters were hung above the bed of his roommate. Some of them were women in provacative outfits and poses, others of cars, and some were army posters.
Once Arthur was done unpacking he made his way into the living room just to get another look at where he would be living for a while. There was a big screen TV with every game system possible and video games scattered all around the floor. Arthur sighed and gathered up the games, placing them neatly on the coffee table. He looked around again. Cleaning was definitely not what he wanted to do his first day in the dorm, but if he wanted to make it work with his roommate he had to make sure the apartment was clean.
He found the cleaning supplies and began working. A knock on the door stopped him and he went to answer. "Bonjour Arthur," said a blond haired, blue eyed frenchman.
"Francis," Arthur said unenthusiastically.
"Come on, what kind of greeting is that? I came all the way to your little apartment just to welcome you," he said, entering the apartment. Francis looked at Arthur and over to the cleaning supplies. "Really Arthur? You're cleaning?" he asked incredulous.
"You should've seen this place before," Arthur sighed.
"Well you are sharing with Alfred so I'm not surprised you would be driven to clean the place."
"Alfred?" Arthur asked. So his roommate was named Alfred.
"Yup. He's alittle…strange, but he's a good kid," Francis said, walking around the apartment.
"Can't wait," Arthur said sarcastically.
Francis laughed. "Do you want me to introduce you to everyone?"
"No thanks. I just want to relax for the rest of the day," Arthur sighed.
"Suit yourself mon cher," Francis said. "I guess I'll see you later then."
"Yeah, later." Arthur walked to the door and shut it once Francis had walked out into the hallway. He sighed again and made his way over to his room and sat down on the bed, taking out a book and began to read. Eventually, Arthur fell asleep, his book laying on his face.
Arthur awoke slightly as he heard the door open and close. Thinking that his roommate Alfred had just gotten there, he chose to ignore it. It wasn't that easy to ignore his roommate once the other man started poking his arm. "What?" Arthur yelled, taking the book off his face. He was not prepared for what he saw.
The young man from the elevator was leaning over him. Arthur's face turned red. "Thanks for cleaning the place," he said with a smile.
"Wh-who are you?" Arthur asked, shocked at how close the two were.
"Huh? I'm Alfred. I'll be your roommate," he said happily. So this was Alfred. The man from the elevator who had annoyed Arthur by just being there.
'This is going to be fun' Arthur thought sarcastically.
(A/N): Hopefully it was good :) I hope you all enjoyed it.
Bonjour: french for hello
Mon cher: French for my dear
Thank you for reading and reviews are loved :3