AN: Bad idea, bad idea. But I have to. Damn Aidrian and his brilliant cosplay ideas. He has us doing Punk!Hetalia cosplay tomorrow at school! Fun shall happen. I really do look forward to this. Besides, I've always rather liked the whole punk idea. Mind, I do not wish to be killed...meaning I don't get to dress like I really want.

So..here's the deal, guys. This is gonna be another one of those multi-chapter fics. And I will go ahead and give you this warning - the characterisation? Probably will not be the best in the world. I've never done anything to do with Punk!Hetalia before. But I've read quite a few stories with it and I absolutely adore it!

Enjoy...?

"Late again, Mr. Kirkland."

That was the first thing he really registered first thing Monday morning about two months into the new school year. It's not like he was late to class on purpose, but it was first block, he needed a bit of time to remember where the hell he was supposed to be going.

As such, Arthur only waved it off and took his seat.

The teacher gave a distasteful look before continuing the lesson.

Arthur paid attention for about ten seconds before deciding it best to tune it out. It's not like it was going to do him any good to listen to someone go on and on about something they didn't know anything about.

Once handed his assignment, he was alright with being in class. He just didn't feel like listening to the teacher talk. Because with each word, he was more and more tempted to throw a punch and walk out.

And that would not only get him kicked out, but get him killed when his father found out about it.

During the middle of a sentence - a rather opinionated one, he must admit now - someone tapped his shoulder.

He turned with a raised eyebrow.

The person that he met eyes with then grinned brightly. "Hey."he greeted. "You wouldn't mind helping me would ya? I'm a bit lost as to what's going on."

Arthur gave him a long look before he snorted. "New kid, I assume. I heard talk of a couple newbies."he commented dryly.

"I'm Alfred,"he said, bobbing his head in answer, holding a hand out for Arthur to shake.

Arthur gave him another long, searching look before he nodded. "Arthur."he said. "Just read the first two sections in your textbook in unit two, chapter four, and you're good to go. And...if you want a good rep with the teacher, don't speak with me. That'll get you in their bad books."

"Really now? What's so bad about ya?"Alfred asked with a cheeky grin.

Arthur gave a smirk. "Oh, you'll see."he promised before returning to his work.

Throughout the next week, Arthur picked up that he was being observed closer than normal by his teachers. He rolled his eyes as he sat down at lunch at the end of the week.

Gilbert gave him a look when he plopped down. "Something up?"

Arthur gave a cheeky grin. "'Course not."he said. "But let them think what they want,"

"Ah, they're watching you, too, huh?"Gilbert asked. "Ever since Mattie started talking with me during Chem, my teachers have been keeping us seperated and keeping an extremely close eye on me."

"Same with me after Alfred started in during History."

Gilbert rolled his eyes. "They worry too much about their 'pure' new students."he commented. "We aren't going to corrupt them or hurt them."

"Unless you ask them to."Francis said as he plopped down beside Gilbert.

Arthur gave a disgusted look at the Frenchman, but said nothing about it.

Gilbert snorted at this sudden change in the atmosphere. "Not what we're discussing this time,"he offered. "Talking 'bout the teachers keeping such a close watch on us now that the new kids are talking with us about stuff in class."

Francis nodded. "So, they're watching you because you're speaking with a couple new students..?"

"Worried we'll corrupt them, probably."Arthur admitted, stretching his arms above his head to get the kinks out of his shoulders.

"Corrupt who?"

Arthur knew that voice well by now. Alfred.

Arthur tilted his head back to make sure he was right before he motioned for the American to find a seat with a roll of his eyes. Not even a minute later, Matthew joined them as well.

"Worried that we'll corrupt you and Matthew, apparently."Arthur said.

Alfred laughed.

"It's too late for anyone to corrupt Al,"Matthew pointed out. "He's managed that well enough on his own."

Arthur snorted. "'Course he has."he remarked.
That made the American stop laughing and pout at the two.

Matthew laughed and Arthur rolled his eyes, shrugging the excitable boy off when he was used as something to lean on a few seconds later.

That lunch was great, up until one of the jocks ventured over.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little crazy punk."

Arthur's hand tightened into a fist on top of the table and he met Gilbert's eyes.

Gilbert shook his head in dismissal, clearly saying it wasn't worth it.

"What, you going to ignore me, Kirkland? Not very nice, ya know."

Arthur turned to meet the other male's eyes. "Fine. I won't ignore you. I'll just tell you exactly what I think of the little peabrained jocks like you in front of everyone here."he spat out.

This seemed to be a dangerous move to Alfred, who looked about to butt in, but it got a laugh from the jock.

Arthur turned back around and went back to his old conversation, ignoring that the scene had ever happened.

On the way back to class, Alfred brought it up. "So...what was that about in the cafeteria?"

Arthur laughed. "Old friend of my elder brother's. We always do that."he said with a knowing smirk. "You worry a lot, you know."
"Worry...? I wasn't worried..."Alfred lied.

Arthur gave him a look. "Yeah, right. Just keep yourself out of trouble, and don't put your nose where it doesn't belong and you'll be alright here at the school."

"Thanks..."Alfred said sarcastically.

Bed time. And this was terrible. Sorry, guys.