Prologue
How can I be in love?
He thought,
I vowed never to love another for as long as I live. All love leads to is disaster.
As these thoughts were racing through his head, Arthur was being quite literally dragged by his freind, Alfred. "Come on dude! We're gonna be late!" "Late for what?" Arthur exclaimed, "and let go of me! I am perfectly capable of walking, you git!" "Sorry, it's just... I'm really excited about today! Ever since you agreed to this, I..." "Yes?" questioned Arthur, "keep on." "Oh, it's nothing, really! Stop all your worrying, dude!" Arthur's heart was racing.
What had I expected him to say? No, stop thinking these things you looney! It's not like that!
"Who said I was worrying?" "I did! And don't lie, the hero is always right!" Arthur shrugged."So, where exactly are you leading me to?" "French class!" said the American. "W-what the hell?" "Yea! I thought it might be a good thing for you to learn another language! It's always good to know another language other than your own! Oh yeah, and our tutor's name is Francis Bonnefoy. Don't we know that guy? I heard he's a real pervert! HA!" "This isn't funny. I've known Francis much longer than you have. We are basically arch-enimies." "Oh, come on Arite, please! You already promised me before that you would come!" "And when was this conversation?" "When you had rum in one hand, your dignity in the other." Alfred had a smug look on his face. "All right! Just stop with those bloody jokes!" "You look cute when you're mad, Artie." Arthur blushed a deep red. "Shut up you twit!"
When they finally got to Hetalia High, their tutor, Francis, was standing there waiting for the two. "Bonjour, my Arthur! A rose for you!" he said as he plucked a rose from waht seemed thin air. Alfred was consumed in jealousy.
Does Francis really mean something to Arthur? No. This guy is crazy!
he thought,
Arthur Kirkland is mine!