The morning was blessed with a clear blue sky, not a cloud was in sight. It looked to be the perfect day to start a new year of nothing but lazing around. Francis took a deep breath in of the slightly chilly air. Of course, his definition of lazing around and the world's definition were entirely different, as currently he was adjusted his school uniform. It was going to be his second year at HetaWorld Academy, and he was looking forward to it. He'd get to meet up with his two best pals again, and they'd continue to wreak havoc in the classrooms, making each day exciting. The girls would hang on his every word, and he'd spend the rest of school time womanizing away, maybe if he felt like it a few men would be included as well. He tied his soft, wavy blonde hair into a ponytail, his fringe and loose parts of hair fell out of it straight away, which was the look he was aiming for. He left the first few buttons of his uniform shirt undone, revealing some of his chest, and the noticeable layer of hair that blanketed it. Sighing contently as he finished putting his clothes on, he gracefully chased down the stairs to the kitchen, where his loving mother had already made him breakfast. The smell that was un-noticed before, hit him full-on in the nose, and he loved it. He placed a small kiss on her cheek, and grabbed his portion of the meal, trying to eat it while he packed his bag with his lunch, books and other school stuff.

"Be careful! You'll get stomach ache!" His mother's soft, soothing voice chimed, and he grinned at her, blew a kiss her way, and then slowed down as he finished the food.

"Delicious as always, merci." He winked at her, and she bid him fair well as he ran out the door. He wasn't late or anything, really he was rather early, he was just excited, and there was a high chance that his friends would already be there, and the trio could cause a little bit of trouble before the school year officially started.

A nervous brit pulled at his uniform, making sure he was all neat and proper. His family, consisting of himself, his mother and his younger brother, and moved here after his mother had gotten offered a job as a secretary at a pretty renowned school, one he was to start attending that year, despite already being up to his second year of high school. HetaWorld Academy. While he thought it was good he'd be getting a good education, it bothered him a little that his mother would be able to watch his every move more easily than before. She was a bit paranoid, and was hoping that he wouldn't turn out as ragged as his older brothers, which in his opinion, weren't that bad. Just a tad bit rough around the edges. Okay, maybe a lot rough.

...

"Aaaarrrrrthhhhuuurr!" A feminine voice called out before his door was pushed wide open. "It's time to go darling!" Arthur stared at his mother, well more her choice of clothes. Not to say that the black pencil skirt, and the blue formal button up shirt didn't look bad on her, it was just odd. Odd seeing her so dressed up like that, with added heels and stockings. She usually didn't worry about what she wore, since she claimed her eyebrows ruined the look anyway, so it was refreshing to see her taking care of herself.

"Yes mum, I just have to grab a few more things, I'll be down in a minute." She nodded and closed the door again as she snuck out. Arthur turned his attention back to the mirror, heaving another sigh and grabbing his bag, which was already packed, and very heavy. He tried to in vain to fix his impossibly messy hair, but gave up when his mum started to have a go at it. She stopped as well when a bundle of blue demanded her attention. Peter, Arthur's younger brother, stole her hand, while grinning wildly. She grinned back with an equal amount of enthusiasm and bent down awkwardly to pinch his cheeks. Peter's school was having a few problems, though were set to start a week later than the rest of the schools, so Peter was going to be looked after by his mum. Arthur scowled at this. His first day at a new school, and it had to be a family thing. Again. They all made their way to the car, and once everyone was in and buckled, took off to HetaWorld Academy.

...

"Do mine awesome eyes deceive me? Or is Francy pants early?" A voice shouted, heavy with a German accent. Francis laughed at this comment, as he ran up to the Prussian albino and tackled him in a hug.

"No, secretly you're all just late!" France teased back, managing to get the boy into a nookie. The Prussian gave out a hearty laugh as he manoeuvred out the Frenchman's grip. He stuck out a tongue, and ruffled his strangely white hair with his own hair.

"Hey Francis! It's been a while no?" A tanned Spaniard placed a hand on Francis's back as a greeting, a giant, goofy grin all over his face.

"Oui. It would've been shorter if you hadn't gone and spent the whole holidays chatting up ladies in Spain, Antonio." Francis sent a charming smile back at the Spaniard. "I mean, while you were gone, I was forced and tortured to listen to Gilbert's stories by myself! It was a nightmare! Making fun of him was not nearly as satisfying." Antonio laughed with Francis, apologizing in Spanish, before Francis swung him around and hid behind him to avoid being caught by an 'awesome', slightly annoyed Gilbert. Instead Antonio got caught in the mess, and was tackled instead of Francis. Gilbert paused for a moment, trying to not bring the pain he was aiming at Francis, when he noticed his hand was on the Spaniards hip. Antonio noticed this too, and snaked his hands around Gilbert's neck. He sent doe eyes at the slightly confused Prussian

"I would love this dance!" He squeaked in a fake girly voice, before grabbing Gilbert's hand and leading him around in a messy tango, due to Gilbert's in-experience.

"Kesesese, a pleasure the awesome me will gladly provide!" Gilbert didn't shrug off the dance or try to stop it, just followed Antonio's movements with sloppy ones of his own, before Antonio stopped because he thought he'd have even flatter feet by the end of it. Gilbert continued on laughing, which caused the other two to join in, and soon they could be heard from inside some of the closer buildings. Even the belly aches from laughing didn't stop them, Antonio was laughing so hard he was almost crying.

"I don't even know… what we're laughing at… anymore" He managed in between his fits of giggles.

"Just the idiot over there" Francis jerked a thumb at the Prussian, who seemed oblivious to the conversation. He stopped laughing suddenly, and hid behind Francis, and the other to could guess why. Roderich and Elizabeta strode through the entrance, hand in hand. Roderish looked pleasant, but still had that snobbish air that was always around him, while Elizabeta was laughing at something Roderich had said, which probably wasn't even funny. Though, no-one dared questioned here, because she could throw a mean frying pan when someone ticked her or Roderich off. Talk about an over-attached girlfriend. Gilbert watched them silently, perfectly comfortable half kneeling, looking over Francis' bent over back. Once the couple were out of site, Francis straightened up alarmingly quick, causing his hiding friend to fall over on his backside. "Oh mon cher, I still cannot decide whether you're after the Austrian or the Hungarian." He chuckled softly, feeling sympathy for his friend.

"Maybe you should make a goal to win one this year, si? Since it seems obvious you want either of them." Antonio placed a hand on Gilbert's shoulder, offering his personal advice, while at the same time making a joke. His dark green eyes met Gilbert's striking crimson ones, before he buckled over, taking a harder than intended elbow to the ribs. "Ooow!" Gilbert snorted and shrugged it off, mumbling under his breath something about how the 'awesome didn't need either of them, and if he wanted he could get them into a threesome with him', which did not pass by France, which took it as another chance to pull the piss out of him. He ignored the German ranting that followed, as a bell resounded throughout the school, signalling that everyone should start getting to their homerooms for roll call. The three stumbled off to their designated class, still laughing and joking between themselves, throwing kisses and wolf whistles at the occasional beauty they passed. They were all set for another year of making mischief and flirting.

...

Arthur made yet another sigh, as he stepped out of the car. He noticed a bunch of students staring at him, but whether it was because he was new, or his mode of transport was parked in the staff only section of the car park, he didn't know or want to find out. He cleared his through, nodded good bye to his family and headed off to where he had been shown previously where his home room class would be. Just as the first bell rang.

...

Gilbert had grown tired of the greeting speech his home-room teacher was giving, since he had heard similar last year, and figured that was all he had to keep to. He entertained himself by untying Francis' hair, and attempting to put it in plaits and other weird girly hairstyles. He'd finished about three, when Francis ran his fingers through his hair nonchalantly, managing to disengage and straightened out all of Gilbert's hard work. Antonio was trying hard to not giggle loudly, but little noises escaped, and his general facial expression gave it away. Gilbert frowned and let out a string of curses in German, and Francis turned to him with an innocent smile.

"Anything the problem mon cher?" Francis battered his eyelashes sweetly and rapidly, his voice sickeningly sweet. Gilbert grumbled, and turn Francis' face back to the front, so he could try and do it again, before the sneaky French foiled his plans.

"Now, everyone, we are one of the lucky classes to get a new student" the teacher was clearly happy about this.

"Maybe it's his long lost son?" Antonio whispered, as if reading the other two's mind.

"Nah, it's probably his lover" Gilbert snorted. Francis chuckled at that, forgetting that Gilbert was still playing with his hair, and that he should probably stuff him up again.

"And then his wife joins in for a threesome" Francis put out dejectedly. The other's still laughed, but he wasn't very happy Gilbert managed to take the funniest line before he did. That reminded him of something… Francis ran his fingers through his hair again, but this time and to ruffle it a bit to get out the large number of unidentifiable styles that inhabited his hair. Gilbert let out a groan of defeat, and moved over to Antonio, wondering if his chocolate, curly locks would be able to do something similar.

"Gilbert's going to become a hairdresser in the future!" Antonio hummed, as he learnt into the Prussian's hands, hoping to score a head massage.

"Maybe for dogs yes" Fancis scoffed.

"They'd be the damn sexiest, awesomest dogs you'd ever seen then" Gilbert defended, messing up the Spaniards hair. Francis was about to make another remark, but the door opened, and someone with emeralds for eyes was standing the frame. The bright green eyes seemed to be the only thing noteworthy on this person. Their hair was a terrible mess, and their uniform was buttoned up all the way, giving him the stereotype of an uptight character. But the eyebrows, oh lord the eyebrows. They were like, giant, fuzzy creatures sitting above this boys eyes! The student was unfamiliar, so Francis figured that this was the new student, or the teacher's 'lover'.

"Oh! And here he is! Speak of the devil huh?" The teacher almost skipped towards the student, not helping his case, and earning snickers from the trio of friends, and grabbed the boy's arms in a friendly gesture. The snickers grew louder, but the teacher chose to ignore them. "This is Arthur Kirkland everyone, don't be a stranger, and say hello to him" The teacher's hands had moved up to the obviously nervous boy's shoulders, and gave them a tight squeeze before ushering him to a designated seat in the front row, where the teacher would be able to keep an eye on him for the rest of the short time left, and try and figure out a personality. Meanwhile, the trio were finding it very hard to keep their laughter down.

"Did you see him? He was all over him!" Antonio hid his mouth with his hand, trying to stifle his laughter; she was definitely the easiest to crack up.

"I'm surprised he didn't get a boner, he was practically drooling" Gilbert cackled into Antonio's shoulder.

"I'm surprised the wife's joining in, none of them are attractive" Francis put in his two-bit, making the others crack up more, and earned a small smile to himself. His eyes wondered back over to the new kid though. He was looking straight ahead, ignoring everyone who was ignoring him, but he managed to look hunched over, as if he figured out that he was the reason for the laughter, and it was bearing an emotional weight on him. Francis smirked at him, feeling pity. Everyone got to know each other in the first year, and that's when most of the friend circles were made, so this kid was probably going to end up alone for most of his schooling life. Unless he hang out with the nerds, or got accept by some pitying kids. Francis turned his nose up at him, and went back to joking with his friends about their teacher's forbidden relationship for the rest of the remaining home room time.

The new kid sat there in his appreciated solitude, but he was at least hoping that the laughs and snickers and comments he couldn't here, that he knew somehow were about it, weren't too bad, not about to set off a chain of gossip that was entirely untrue, in case they reached his mother. But otherwise, not really caring about the others, he drifted off into his own imagination, wasting time before everyone had to move out to their next classes.

A/N

Well, this is my first fanfic, and my first writing in a while. I hoped you didn't mind it.

If you find anything wrong in there, (though I have gone through and checked myself) it be nice if you could let me know. Criticism is welcome as well.

I'm not sure how many more chapter's are going to be put into this, but I am praying for lots!

Thanks for taking the time out to read this!

~Igor