Chapter 1: To ride a horse is to ride the sky- Anonymous
Arthur sighed, there were only five minutes left in his least favourite class, chemistry, yet it seemed like there had been five minutes left for an hour already. And the instructor kept droning on and on about periodic trends as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. It was Friday last period, and Arthur thought it was the worst way to begin his Friday afternoons. It wasn't as if anyone was paying attention and the teacher couldn't control the class on a normal day. The other students in the class were talking softly but without trying very hard to hide the fact that were. Arthur rolled his eyes and jotted down something the teacher said about ionization energy.
He put his pencil down as he sighed again tugging on his messy green bangs. He glanced at his watch three minutes left. He sighed yet again.
"Mon ami, ça va*?" the long haired blonde male with pale blue eyes next to him asked in a French accent.
"Belt it Frog the last thing I need is a Friday detention with you." Arthur hissed in response, slightly annoyed that he had understood what the teenager next to him had said I don't even take French he mentally complained before he zoned out again doodling a tiny fairy in his margins. It wasn't good at all, but it kept Arthur entertained for a few more minutes.
Bring a shrill bell called. The teacher bid them a good weekend and reminded of them of their impending quiz. But nobody was listening as they all slammed their notebooks shut and raced out of the chemistry room talking about the same thing they were talking about in class only louder.
"So what are we doing tonight?" The pale blue eyed teenager asked as they exited the science building and headed towards the dorms.
Arthur groaned. "I am not doing anything with you today Frog. I have practise and then I have to call Allistor."
"Mais mon ami it will be twelve at night in England before you get a chance to phone ton frère. Come with Antonio, Gilbert and I to see Avengers." Francis said stepping in front of the short Englishman stopping him in his tracks.
Arthur let out a huff. "Yes it will be which is why I need to call him then before he goes to bed." He replied without answering his classmates offer.
The French teenager sighed getting as exasperated as the green haired one in front of him. "You are a hermit Arthur Kirkland! Your frère can wait one day to hear from you. Come out with your friends and be a teenager!"
"No you bloody wanker. Now let me pass before I am late for practise." blood was rushing to the angry Brit's face and a vein was beginning to bulge as he attempted to sidestep around Francis.
But Francis was to quick and grabbed Arthur and leaned in so Arthur could feel his warm breath on his ear. "I will tell Antonio and Gilbert that we used to" he paused and kissed Arthur's cheek, it was a simple peck, it meant nothing, it was merely flirtatious, Francis gave out theses sort of things at least eight times a day… Yet it still made his red face even redder due to the resulting blush. STOP IT. Arthur mentally scolded himself. He hated it when he reacted like that to Francis, it was over… right? Yes! Yes it is completely over! It is just hormones! He is your… Enemy? Friend? Person you hang out with so you won't be alone? Whatever! You don't have feelings for him! Arthur shook his head trying to clear his mind of the thousands of thoughts that were running around his head. At least the thoughts stopped racing around his head.
"I guess I can email Allistor and tell him I was dragged out against my will." Arthur mumbled "Not that what happened was anything special, it was only a month." It was more to himself to anyone else as he skirted around the Frenchman who was laughing loudly. He then proceeded to run back to his dorm almost bumping into many other students and a few teachers who called out in vain. "Don't run."
Arthur slammed his door open and flung his bag (he was never neat it came from living with three older brothers, one younger brother who did what his older brothers did, and a younger sister who was just a big a slob as his eldest brother) into the corner and quickly got dressed in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. He quickly found his helmet but he had to dig around his floor to find his half chaps. Arthur was just about to race out of his dorm when he heard a voice call "Arthur-san your boots."
Arthur looked over at his Japanese roommate who had been observing him the entire time without uttering a word. "Where..." Kiku pointed to a pair of paddock boots tucked away messily under Arthur's desk. "Thanks Kiku!" Arthur called as he raced out of the dorm and headed for the stables.
When his roommate left Kiku just smiled and shook his head before going back to his sketch book for his art class.
"Damn that frog how did he even get accepted here?" Arthur pondered aloud as he slowed his steps as he crossed the threshold of the barn.
'Here' was Hetalia Academy an elite private boarding school (Founded in 1634, two years prior to when Harvard was founded, and located in upstate New York.) that had a wide international program. One did not simply apply to The Academy; one was scouted and, invited. In order to be invited one not only had to be smart with drive, ambition and goals, but also be well rounded with a second talent that did not include school work. Arthur's other talent was equestrianism and luckily Hetalia academy was the kind of school that had a riding team.
In fact Hetalia Academy was the kind of school that had one science building, (equipped with almost everything besides lasers and supercolliders… though there was a rumour going around that the senior Vash Zwingli could take you because his father was a scientist at CERN.) a language department that taught over twenty languages (if you wanted to learn it all you had to do was find two other students and a teacher or elder student who had at least four frees to teach the language. If it was a student teaching it, it was probably their first language.) Hetalia Academy was first in maths scores and their sports facilities were fantastic as well. The theatre could rival The Globe in England, and the band could bring tears to many students' eyes. To be blunt Hetalia Academy was perfect (academically wise if he could Arthur would change a few things about his fellow classmates, like make them less perverted, Francis, or less creepy, Ivan.) and just like any perfect private school one must be extremely wealthy or get in on a scholarship. Arthur was the latter meaning he had to be better than everyone, top of the class or it was back to his old public school in London, not that he would mind being back in his home country again.
The point of Hetalia Academy was to "create the next best thinkers, artists, and athletes of the century, while at the same time give our students opportunities to interact with a global community that would be with our students for a lifetime." Or so the invitation said. When Arthur had gotten his invitation it was as if a muggle-born had been invited to Hogwarts.
"Hello Morgana." Arthur called to his Cleveland Bay horse who was currently munching on a flake of hay. She flicked her ears in response.
"Kirkland you're late!" one of his teammates called as she was bringing her horse out of their stall already tacked up.
"I know Elizabeta; don't worry your Hungarian head I will still be in there in time for practise." Arthur replied as he opened up Morgana's stall door and began to quickly brush her down. Arthur tacked up quickly and was slowed only by his horse nudging her face into his stomach as if to say, 'That was for interrupting my dinner.' Before she let Arthur put on her bridle.
Finally the Brit walked out of Morgana's stall and headed toward the arena much calmer than when he had started out.
"The next competition is in two months. Remember this will be a qualifier for nationals." their coach called out as Arthur mounted Morgana.
"Elizabeta and Ludwig you two need to work on your cross country jumping. Jeanne and Bella jumping, and Arthur your dressage could be fixed. Also, Arthur, please come and talk to me once I have dismissed you all. And" their German coach looked down at his clipboard "we will be getting a new teammate soon."
A cry of protest went up. Though the team usually fought together quite often they were very close and they didn't like the idea of adding a new team member to their tight group. Their coach whistled loudly. "As I was saying he and his brother are transferring to The Academy this weekend. And this Alfred F. Jones," the coach read from his clipboard" is an excellent rider we will be lucky to have him." the coach glared at the riders daring them to challenge his authority. Reluctantly they all mumbled out a yes sir before they went off to work on their riding.
Arthur rode up "you wanted to talk to me sir?"
"When Jones gets here I want you to be his guide, show him around school, teach him the ropes of the team, make him feel at home." the coach stated simply as he patted Morgana's strong neck.
"Can I ask why sir?" Arthur asked getting slightly irritated.
"Firstly you are the sophomore's class president so you should make all new students feel welcome. Second this boy is as good as you when it comes to jumping and I want you two to work together. It will be good for you to have some friendly competition pushing you forward. Now go work on that pattern I gave you last week." Coach Beilschmidt said leaving no room for arguments as he turned to help Jeanne.
Arthur sighed as he twirled his gloved hand in Morgana's mane. He hadn't even met this Jones yet and he was already getting annoyed by him.
Translation: My friend how are you?
Rant: Hey ya'll this will be a multi-chapter fic, I'm just not sure how many. BUT I REALLY NEED A BETA! *Start begging to all betas reading this story with an interest* If you are interested please PM me and I'll explain what I need and such.
So yeah *ignores fact that she was groveling two seconds ago* please review and tell me if I should continue this.
I don't own Hetalia because if I did UsUk would ALWAYS have uke England.