"Yo Artie, have you met the new kid yet?"

"I told you to stop calling me that."

The time was around 8:30 AM at the Hetalia World High School, the large classroom buzzing with conversation. Arthur Kirkland, a junior, glared up from his book (The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carol) at his friend, Alfred Jones. The freshman didn't seem too concerned with the sudden command. He leaned dangerously back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk before him.

"Psh, whatever man. But like I was saying, have you met the dude yet?" he stubbornly insisted, resting his hands behind his head in the kind of casual gesture that ticked Arthur off. The Brit huffed, stuffing his face back in his book with determination, despite the knowledge that ignoring his 'little' brother' of sorts was impossible. (They weren't actually related; on the first day of school, Alfred had marched straight up to him on a dare and declared themselves brothers, and it all went downhill from there…)

"Stop leaning back in your chair, Ivan's going to push you over again," Arthur reprimanded as he turned a page. "And no, I haven't met him yet. Why do you ask?"

"Cuz the dude keeps staring over here. It's starting to freak me out, man."

The Englishman sighed in tired annoyance. Really, could the American get any more dense?

"Honestly, Alfred," he began, finally shutting his book. "You watch too many of those idiotic scary films. There is no way the new student is-"

Green eyes suddenly met blue, and for a moment the Brit was disoriented. Those eyes… They were unfamiliar, bright, the color of twin tropical oceans… Arthur found himself ensnared, and could only stare as the student from across the classroom tilted his head to the side as if in curiosity. Suddenly, he smiled, winking in a flirtatious manner as he blew Arthur a little kiss.

"Wh-what!"

While Alfred was left laughing uncontrollably in his seat, Arthur glared at the new student. Unfortunately, he was unable to hide the crimson blush spreading across his cheeks like wildfire… The new student merely smirked and began to amiably chat with the man next to him, a senior from Spain.

"D-damn him!" Arthur jumped to his feet, transferring his glare to the guffawing American. "Shut the hell up!" he shouted, smacking him upside the head with his book.

There was no way he was going to let that wanker treat him like some… Some virgin schoolgirl!

So he stomped over to the offending student, nose in the air in the classic British gesture of superiority.

"Antonio, who's your new… Friend?" he frostily inquired, making the word sound as menacing as possible. Antonio smiled (which was no surprise whatsoever, Arthur didn't think he had the capacity to frown) but the new student merely rose an eyebrow at his transparent irritation. Not only was he taller than the Englishman (Arthur hated his own height with a burning passion), but his wavy hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, several tendrils of honey blonde hair cascading around his forehead, his neck.

Great hair and increased height, coupled with a (idiotic) romantic attitude?

Needless to say, Arthur already hated him.

"Oh, this is Francis Bonnefoy, my new amigo!" Antonio brightly replied, obviously oblivious to the tense atmosphere. "He's an exchange student from France! And man, chico, you really have to hear some the stories this guy can tell! What an animal!"

As the Spaniard dissolved into cheerful laughter, Francis gave Arthur a slow, sultry smile, grabbing his hand and raising it to his lips.

""Mmm… Bonjour~" he murmured, smirking slightly at the look on Arthur's face. "And to whom do I own the pleasure, ma cher?"

"L-let me go!" Arthur snatched his hand face, face burning with sudden heat. French? He didn't think it was possible, but he hated the man even more! Adjusting the top button of his shirt (Francis kept staring at his chest; it was making his damn uncomfortable), he glared furiously at the man.

"Arthur Kirkland," he said curtly, crossing his arms in a huff. He turned sharply on his heel, hoping to retreat back to the world of Wonderland. "Well, if that's it, I'll just be-"

Suddenly, there was a strange tight grip around his bottom. Head whipping to the side, he stared in shock to see Francis grinning a wicked grin, groping his butt tightly. For a few moments, the Brit was too stunned to react, even as laughter erupted from the students surrounding them.

"Y-YOU FROGGY BASTARD!"

He launched himself at the Frenchman in a senseless rage, the other merely laughing his prissy little French head off.

He really, really wished he had never looked up from his book…