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Always Set To You

Chapter 1

By HamburgerWithTea

Just saying, I do not mean to offend anyone with the stuff related to any types of psychological illnesses.

1. Impulsivity - the occurrence of behaviours than are unpremeditated and lack reflection or planning; inability to resist temptation.

Arthur wasn't sure if he was tired due to work, or due to Alfred. Of course he'd stayed up almost all of the night to finish the last work for the student council president position he had at the school's staff, but the way the American boy was annoying him at the moment didn't help either.

The day was only half over yet, but he seriously felt like he could sleep for hours. But, as expected, Alfred didn't notice.

"Hey, dude, pay attention," he said, tugging Arthur's arm, "Did you even hear what I told you?" the American continued to tug Arthur until the mentioned Briton finally bothered to turn his head and look up from the desk he was lying on.

"Huh?" he mumbled with a somewhat dazed voice. He wasn't sure if he'd really dozed off for a second, or he was just sunken too deep in his own thoughts.

Alfred sighed with a disappointed look on his face, but as soon as it was there, it was gone and was replaced by his usual sparkling blue eyes and loving smile. He always seemed to smile like that so Arthur figured it was okay.

"Hm never mind then," Alfred mumbled quickly before continuing with the maths they were supposed to be making now. The class was somewhat noisy as they were allowed to work in pairs but no one actually worked on their homework; instead they just chatted their time away until it was time for the next class.

Arthur decided to just lie his head back on top of his arms again and close his eyes until the end of the class. After all, the math teacher normally didn't really care much for what they did in their free work hours; he decided it was their own fault if they would get in problem with not keeping up with the rest of the class.

Suddenly Arthur could feel a small tug on his hair. First he thought it was just his imagination, but now he could clearly feel it. He lifted up his head just in time to see Alfred holding scissors in one hand and a strand of hair in the other.

"W-what did y-," Arthur started of, but suddenly realising the blonde hair in Alfred's hand looked suspiciously alike his own. He quickly grabbed his head on the side where he had felt a tug, noticing his hair was cut off a bit there, and he could feel his anger starting to rise up inside him, "Alfred!" he started to shout to him.

Well he meant for it to be a normal but clear sound, but he ended up yelling at the guy instead, "Alfred! Why did you-!" but before he got to continue the teacher was already standing behind Arthur.

"Now quiet down, Kirkland," the teacher started of, successfully calming the Briton down, "And Jones, what did you do thistime?" an agitated sigh escaped the teacher's lips.

Alfred was known for getting in trouble for stupid reasons. It either was by him showing off, trying to be a hero and ending up failing, or just due to his own stupidity. Or maybe it all was just was his stupidity, Arthur didn't care either way.

"Nothing, just joking around, mister," Alfred gave the teacher a broad, somewhat guilty grin. The teacher wasn't pleased by it, he just stared at Alfred a few more seconds until pointing out to Alfred's hand which still held a piece of Arthur's sandy blonde hair.

"Then what's that, Jones?" the whole class was silent by now, all noticing something was going on. Arthur didn't like it much, it made him feel like they were all staring at him and judging him. He preferred to be looked up to by his fellow students, instead of them wondering who was guilty of any type of commitment, and maybe even having his reputation ruined by this utterly stupid boy.

"Uhm," Alfred started, trying to think up a proper excuse, "Just for fun, it's not like you see it when you cut something of Arthur's hair, it's already messy and choppy to begin with," with that said, it took Arthur's utter most self-restrain to not attack the boy right there, but he knew it wouldn't be wise to do so in front of a teacher. He better just try to get his revenge by using his position.

"Jones, office." Was all the teacher said before turning around, walking back to his desk to sit and watch the American leave. For a moment Alfred thought the man was kidding, but after seeing the stern look in the teacher's eyes, glaring from behind the desk, he decided to pack his stuff anyways and made his way towards the director's office, the strand, a pluck of hair of about four centimetre, still clutched in his hand.

The moment he closed the door a mischievous smile could be seen to grow on his face as he hold the strand of hair closer to his chest, almost hugging it. It was Arthur's hair. Arthur's.

2. Glib and superficial charm - the tendency to be smooth, engaging, charming, slick, and verbally facile. One never gets tongue-tied.

From his seat in the classroom Arthur could see how the American's shoulders lowered in defeat, slowly retreating from the classroom. For a moment the Briton felt bad for the guy, after all he wasn't the worst, but then he remembered the offensive comment and immediately decided he shouldn't pity him.

After the other students realised the small show was over for now they all continued to chat instead of work, and waited until the clock would finally point out it was lunch time.

The rest of the class left, and so did Arthur, until the teacher took him apart for a bit.

"Sorry about what happened, Kirkland, I should've kept a closer eye on him," he started of, "But I do not accept you sleeping in class. Please refrain from that next time, I'll let it pass for now."

Arthur muffled a quick 'thank you', not wanting to waste the time of his lunch in which he'd planned to finish a few more small student council president jobs, but before he could turn around to leave, he was stopped by the teacher once again.

"Also, if you want to switch seats, just say so. I do understand Jones is probably a bother to you," he said, quickly and firmly, probably also wanting to finish this soon so he could go back to his lunch.

"I think I will be able to manage it myself, but I will keep it in mind," Arthur said politely before taking off, closing the classroom door behind him.

He walked off to the bathroom as quick as possible before even thinking about the work he'd planned, and decided to see if it was visible that a piece of hair was gone. He wasn't sure if he could believe the American on his word about how his unusually messy hair would really cover it up.

It took him a little time to see it properly as it was on the back of his head. Lucky for him though, it seemed it was indeed barely noticeable and for once Arthur was grateful for the choppy, blond mess on his head.

He picked up his bag from next to his feet again and left the restroom, deciding he should better use the last fifteen minutes of the break to separate a few more files from each other so he didn't have to do so later today and might be able to go home a bit earlier.

He knew that wasn't going to happen, though, as always whenever he finally finished doing his work, something new would be put on his desk again, but that was just part of his responsibility.

The rest of the day continued rather dull. Arthur didn't have much classes with Alfred anyways, so he only ended up seeing him again at English class. Lucky for him, this time Alfred would be sitting next to his brother Matthew, so he'd not have to worry about the annoying American cutting off his hair again.

After his classes were over Arthur retreated to the student council office again to finish the last parts of his duties, hand in some papers, approve of several suggestions made by the staff and then if all went well, leaving for home.

Or at least that's what he got planned until Alfred decided to run up to him and talk his ears of his head.

"Hey, hey dude," Alfred started off, now walking in the same pace as Arthur, hands in the pockets of the jacket he'd already put on, "I'm sorry 'bout the hair, 'kay?" to Arthur his voice did sound guilty, but not yet guilty enough.

"It's too late for that now, Alfred," Arthur replied, sticking up his nose as he always did when he wouldn't le this pride down anytime soon. He hoped they would reach the office soon so Arthur could lock the American out.

"But Artie-!" Alfred started his apology again, but was cut off by Arthur's quick reply.

"It's Arthur and leave me alone. You're disturbing me in my duties, if I want to I could give you detention for this!" the Briton pointed his finger at the American blond in front of him, glaring with his sharp, emerald eyes. He knew how strong of an effect they could have on people, but sadly it wouldn't work as well with the oblivious man in front of him.

"But I already got detention!" Alfred's pouting voice slowly starting to break through his normally happy voice, "And why can't I just call you Artie, we've now each other for years, man!"

Arthur didn't want to deal with this right now; he was tired, had a lot of work left to do and the American had already annoyed him enough for the day. Lucky for him they had reached the office by now. He gave a quick glance around the hallways to see if there were no teachers around as he unlocked the door to the office.

"I don't fucking care if we've know each other for years, if you keep acting this childish I will no longer be friends with you!" Arthur said, stepping into the office and closing the door, "Detention serves you right. Now go and leave me alone!" the Briton yelled through the door. He didn't want to be this harsh, but he'd tried to be nice and Alfred just wouldn't listen.

The man would wave it off anyways; after all, this happened more often. It almost seemed as if Alfred enjoyed it secretly, but that'd be ridiculous.

Quickly setting to work, Arthur soon found himself done with his work, and lucky for him, for once there wasn't a pile of papers left for him to check if he had time to spare. This rarely happened.

He sent a quick text message to Kiku, a nice Japanese boy who was also in a few of his classes. He always helped Arthur out with his duties, but this time there was no need of him; after all, all the work was finished.

After the message was sent he went on with packing up his bag. He would pass by the teacher's office on his way out, for that would be the most convenient. He walked up a floor in order to get there, being as fast as he could; if he got home early he wouldn't have too worry too much about finishing his homework in time and maybe could sleep properly for once.

Once he arrived at the teacher's office he noticed even most teachers had already went home early, but lucky for him the most important ones were still around.

"Ma'am," Arthur said, walking towards the economy teacher, the woman by who he had to hand in the final calculations about the expenses for an excursion they'd had last week, "Here are the papers I promised to finish for you," the teacher, who seemed rather busy, gave a quick nod and mumbled a thank you as she took the leaflets and continued walking towards the printing area.

He continued his path towards the English teacher to hand in a few other papers. After he finished his duties he decided it was time to go home, leaving the building for now. It was then that the well-known American showed up again.

"Hey Artie!" he started walking next to Arthur again. Arthur wasn't bothered too much for once, as right now he was finished with his duties until he got home.

"It's still Arthur, Alfred. You seem rather forgetful," Arthur pointed a sarcastic comment the other blonde's way, but it ended up to be waved off as a joke.

"Maybe we could go home together? I finished all the work I had to do for detention," Alfred started. Arthur decided it wouldn't be of any harm as they lived close to each other any ways.

That's how he'd met Alfred; He had been sitting alone in the bus, waiting until it would drop him off at school, when the American boy sat next to him. At first Arthur found it rude the boy just sat down without asking while there was plenty of space left in the bus, but eventually they had developed a good friendship through it over the time.

"John wanted to sit with Isabella," Alfred had said, "So I figured I, as a hero, would help him out!" and so his former bus mate John had swapped places with the American boy.

Alfred would come sit next to him every day, start to chat about what he looked forward to that day and asking Arthur what he liked and disliked. That was about two months ago now. They eventually realised they were in some of the same classes, and as Arthur was sitting alone, he assumed Alfred had found it his job to sit next to him and save him of his loneliness by being a hero. After all, Alfred was liked by a lot of people. There even were some girls in class crushing on him, but Arthur could already tell Alfred didn't want them.

One time Alfred had asked him if he liked someone, and Arthur said no, since he really didn't. After that he decided he should ask Alfred the same, which ended up in Alfred telling about this 'certain person' whom he liked a lot.

The way he was describing the person it seemed like they were an angel. Alfred wouldn't give information about how they looked, as he said it was still too early for that, but just by talking about them Arthur could see how his light blue eyes would shine even brighter, even bluer, and shimmer like stars.

Arthur was happy for his friend; despite Alfred saying it wasn't time to ask out this person yet as they first needed to realise him more, but Arthur could tell that he sure was determined to tell this person his feelings.

But it was obvious to Arthur that Alfred didn't like any of the girls in class, as the shimmer in his eyes would miss; the nice, star-like shine. Sometimes he got the feel it was him who Alfred loved so tenderly, just by the look in his eyes, but Arthur figured that couldn't be true; according to Alfred's story he'd met his 'great love' about half a year ago, and he's only known Arthur for two months. Arthur figured it was just his imagination for thinking like that, it must have been due to Francis' talk about love all the time; he just was brainwashed.

Alfred realised Arthur was spacing out and it did not please him. He waved a hand in front of the smaller blonde's face and started up a conversation.

"What're ye thinking of?" he asked, looking somewhat suspicious.

"Hm, nothing much, just a bit of work I'm planning out beforehand," Arthur waved it off. For a small second Arthur thought he could see some jealousy rise in the sky-blue eyes, but he figured it was just his imagination. Alfred would never be jealous in that way, not in the rage-way. More likely the pout-way.

Alfred could see Arthur was lying. He could feel the jealousy rise inside him. For a moment he was scared Arthur would notice, as their eyes had locked and an almost invisible sense of surprise could be seen on the Briton's face though it was gone in a split second.

The American boy didn't like that Arthur had his eyes set upon anything else but him. Alfred loved the boy, he loved him so dearly. He knew nobody could ever love him as much as he did, never ever. And therefore he'd decided Arthur was his.

Nobody was supposed to know about it yet though, not officially that is. He would send his usual glares to people whom he disliked, but for now he still let it all happening. He'd keep an eye on Arthur from afar, making sure the boy was safe.

The bus ride back to the stop near their houses went quickly. Arthur got off two stops earlier than Alfred, so they said their goodbyes, but Alfred would watch him until he disappeared behind the houses and even after that.

He didn't mind he might looked weird, staring off in the distance with a determined expression on his face; it wasn't his fault he just loved the boy so much, he already knew they wouldn't understand.

Eventually he arrived at the stop where he had to get off. Lucky for him it was practically in front of his door, so he didn't have to walk long before he could enter his own house, hang up his favourite jacket and put off his shoes. He continued to walk inside his house, to the kitchen to grab his usual after-school snack. But before he could grab the apple he planned to grab, he met with the confronting eyes of his brother.

"Why are you so late, Alfred?" he asked, crossing his arms. Sometimes Matthew made Alfred think of their mother, he might look timid at first but he could be downright intimidating if he want to. This wasn't even half as bad as it could be.

"Detention," Alfred said quickly, trying to avoid eye contact with the blonde in front of him, as he reached by to grab the apple. But before he could get away Matthew asked him another question.

"What for, Alfred?" the stern look in his light blue, almost violet, eyes made Alfred freeze. Maybe he knew? Maybe he'd also not understand his love. Nobody did, not even his brother…

"Just jokin' around, Mattie, nothing much," he said, slowly walking back, out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. Matthew followed him.

"What did you do, Alfred? Seriously, stop acting so childish!" It made Alfred stop with walking, halfway up the stairs and apple in hand. He'd already taken a bite and was now chewing it, staring back to Matthew. He swallowed the piece once he was done chewing, ready with his answer.

"Just cut off a piece of hair of this one guy, you know, just as a joke," he said, trying to sound casually. He couldn't really sound casual when it was about Arthur, actually. He was way too nervous Matthew would find out, he always saw right through him, but he knew he'd better keep it hidden. They wouldn't understand, they just wouldn't.

Alfred was ready to walk on, up the stairs, back to his room which was his favourite place of the house, but Matthew quickly asked just one more question.

"Who is it?"

This was the question Alfred had feared for a while now, the moment Matthew knew about Arthur he might try to steal Arthur away from him, just like these other bastards tried. Even some of his friends tried to do so, but he wouldn't let it happen. For now he'd just keep an eye out for Arthur, after all he was sure their love was mutual. Arthur just didn't notice it yet.

"…Arthur Kirkland," he said, looking downwards shyly, "I met him and…" now he averted his eyes towards the apple in his hand, "I… like him a lot," Alfred decided to say. To Matthew it was like he only knew Arthur for a little while now, so he shouldn't just tell him straight away that he just knew Arthur and he were made for each other, so he settled down with a casual 'like'.

"I…" Alfred could see a tiny it of hesitation in Matthew's eyes, but it was soon gone, "I'm happy for you Alfred. Let's hope he'll like you back," He stated eventually.

"Of course he does! He's just still in denial," Alfred said, as he continued his way upstairs not hearing what Matthew said next;

"No he's not, he doesn't like you that way back…" Matthew's voice was barely more than a hesitant whisper, not wanting to hurt his brother too much. In return, Alfred just gave a quick nod as to show he'd heard the boy, even if he didn't really, and continued his way up stairs towards his room.

It was only then that he dared to unpack his bag. He took out his books, pencil case, spare glasses, iPod and headphones. Eventually he found what he was looking for; the small bottle containing the hair he'd cut off just today. He held it up to the light to take a better look at it. It was beautiful.

/Author's Note/

So yeah you're probably wondering why I'm adding just ANOTHER story to the list, but I can explain.

Well, Haxelo (link on profile) from dA, she's a wonderful person and artist, and I'm really glad I met her. She has given me a lot of inspiration, so I decided I should give her a oneshot, so she requested one with the tree main genres of Highschool AU, Yandere!Alfred and Unaware Arthur. This ended up in conversations and talked about the plot and the characters and what not, and eventually we thought up way more than just a oneshot.

It won't be too long, just 2 to 3 chapters if this continues on? Maybe more, maybe less, I'm bad at guessing, but that should be about it?

This is only the start for now, but I'd like to give credits for the base idea to Haxelo :3 and I want to thank her for the wonderful conversations we have, the good help, the nice editing work in stuff I missed out on while writing, and overall just for her being so nice. I'm glad I met her and I hope she likes this fic.

Thank you for reading!

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I will continue with the other stories as well, but this got a special place for now. I'm terribly sorry for the delay on everything, all I can say is that the writersblock bug eventually got to bite me despite my inspiration, and it resulted into failure. There's a lot of fics I started of and want to edit, and the Sequel of It's Called Love is slowly starting to take form. As of now, I got the base line set, but I cannot start without the details or it'd be ruined, so please be patient, I'll promise you it's worth the wait!

Thank you for all your support, I love you all for reading my crap 3

I do not own Hetalia or the characters, those belong to their rightful (awesome) creator, Hidekaz Himaruya

The facts in between is stuff I found on Tumblr and I consider it as research. Haxelo and I decided to add them for a bit of insight on the characters, but we do not own them.

(02/26/12)

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