Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of these characters.
(2011-12-17)
So, just noticed how bad my writing was at the beginning of this story. I'm very sorry about that. Needless to say, I've edited the first chapter of this. The storyline (if there ever was any) is still the same, I'm just fixing some grammar mistakes.
As for my new readers; Hello there! Hope you'll enjoy my story! I'm sorry if the next few chapters are a bit, uhm, badly written; I'll try to fix that as soon as possible!
"Alice, Wake up! You'll be late for school!" the voice of a woman shouted from downstairs.
"Okay, mom. Just give me a few minutes," her daughter shouted as she quickly put on her school uniform. She fashioned her honey blonde hair into a ponytail and tucked it in under a hair-net, then arranged it neatly under her wig of choppy, matching blonde hair.
"Hey Alice, how long do you plan to keep dressing yourself up as a guy?" Her mother with her lighter shade of short, fluffy blonde hair appeared at her doorway and leaned against the frame. "And why are you doing this again?"
Alice Kirkland was a pretty petite girl, slim figure, with long, silky blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Gifted with brains and beauty, she was girl that guys wanted and other girls wanted to be.
But her personality was far from what she appeared to be. She liked to get into fights, play the scariest, roughest, goriest video-games and she never, ever, cleaned her room. To top it all off, she'd only ever had guy friends.
Alice just shrugged. "Nothing ever happens in my life. So I guess dressing myself up as a guy would be an interesting change for once." She walked over to her bed and plunked herself down. "I've always preferred guy-clothes anyways, so this won't be a problem." Looking around her messy room, she gave her mom another shrug.
"And what will you do if they find out?" her mother asked her, slightly exasperated.
"I guess I'll just go with the flow," replied Alice as she stood up again, fixing her wig in the mirror. Alice Kirkland was, after all, very spontaneous and often made rash decisions, and always, always, went through with them.
"Anyways, it's the first day of school today, nobody knows me. It should work out well," she gave her mother a grin. "I look like a guy now when I have this wig on, right?"
Her mother's attention was suddenly brought to the impressive eyebrows on her daughter's forehead. "What's up with those caterpillars?" asked Mrs Kirkland. Her daughter certainly was not born with them.
"Oh, it's just something I want to try out. They look pretty sexy, don't they?"
Her mom let out a sigh. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this, but I guess it will be fun," she admitted. "Let's see how long it will take for them to figure out." She started to smiled excitedly, but quickly stopped herself. She was allowing this to go on after all. "Oh well, breakfast is ready. You'll be late, though."
"Nah, whatever. Food is way more important than school." Alice grinned and skipped down the stairs.
"My, oh my…" her mom sighed as she closed the door to her daughter's messy room.
"Hm," Alice was walking down the hallway with her bag tossed over her shoulder, "what kind of character should I have? I want to be cool, but with a gentleman-ish touch…"
"I'll just be myself," she said to herself, smiling confidently, before she entered the classroom.
Click, and the door opens.
Eyes of all colours and shades stared at the sudden boy who had casually entered the classroom during an ongoing lesson. Alice looked carefully for an empty seat. Spotting one at the back of the classroom, she was just about to sit down when she was interrupted by the homeroom teacher.
"Uhm, excuse me, are you perhaps… Arthur Kirkland?" asked the middle-aged brunette, adjusting her glasses.
"Yes," answered Alice with her best british accent. "And I am very sorry for being late."
This would be a great disguise, she snickered quietly. Once, during a vacation, she got her friend to teach her to sound like a guy. She had to bend her vocal chords multiple times, but she got it in the end. Her british accent was a bit rusty, though.
The teacher was startled. Is this the one with the best grade? Wasn't he was born in America? At least that was what the certificate said, she thought to herself as she frowned behind her glasses.
"I suppose I could hear the reason to why you are late?" she asked and glanced at her watch. "You, young sir, are late by 30 minutes."
'Young sir', Alice giggled at the thought. 'I'll have to get used to that…'
"What's so funny?"
"Oh, uhm, no…" Shit.
"I just noticed that watch of yours," Alice said hastily, forming an excuse in her head. "My sister had one too, but she went overseas a few years ago. She really loved it and boasted about it like crazy. It just made me giggle a bit."
First day, and Alice was already in trouble. She didn't even have a sister.
"Oh, well I'm sure she liked it," her teacher said dismissively, intent on getting answer to her first question, "but the reason you were late?"
"I missed the bus, so I had to run all the way over here."
Alice had better stop lying.
The older woman fixed her eyes on Alice as she took her seat.
"Okay then. It is the first day after all, so I'll let it pass this time," she sighed. "You can share textbooks with the person next to you. I'll give you your books when class ends. Alfred, please be so kind as to share your textbooks with Arthur."
To her right sat an American boy with medium-long, wheat-blond hair and clear blue eyes framed by a pair of glasses.
"Okay. Here you go, Arthur," said the boy. Alice had to admit; he was attractive. "By the way, my name is Alfred. You can call me Al," he added with a bright smile, holding out his textbook.
"Thank you," Alice said as she took the textbook and began flipping through the pages.
"Here you go," she said, book read, handing it back. "I don't need it anymore. Thank you for the loan," she gave Alfred a smile.
Having observed the entire exchange, the teacher stared at Alice. "Arthur, you need the books. You can't do the assignment without them. Share books with Alfred now, Arthur," she demanded.
'Maybe Arthur doesn't like to share? Well, I suppose I could give him the books now, but…' she thought, still very confused.
"No, I don't need them anymore," Alice replied, smiling. "I've memorized it all."
The teacher gave Arthur a look that was mixed with anger, frustration and confusion.
"Arthur Kirkland, do not joke around. You have already gotten a warning. If you keep going on like this, you will get detention!" The teacher was really pissed off now; anyone could see that.
"No, I am serious. I've memorized it," Alice said with all seriousness.
The teacher stared at her and Alice stared back. The silent duel went on for a minute or so.
"Okay. I give up," the teacher said, holding her hands in an 'I surrender' gesture, sighing. "Arthur, since you've memorised it, please recite the entire of chapter one," the teacher smirked as she watched Alice triumphily. But, the smirk slowly faded away as Alice spoke every word in line, out loud, confidently and smugly.
And so class ended.
"Room 275, room 275…"
Alice had been walking around on campus for longer than was really necessary and was getting desperate as she noticed the looks people gave her when she stood outside doors, checking the numbers. She really need her glasses, which she had forgotten to bring.
Alfred walked past Alice, whistling, and noticing the piece of paper the other boy was holding.
"Hey, you looking for your room?"
Alice turned around, and to her fortunate surprise, it was the boy she had shared books with during this morning.
"Oh," Alice began, "you're that guy I shared books with, right?"
The taller boy chuckled. "Yeah, that's me I guess. And you're Arthur, right?"
Alice just nodded, not entirely sure of what to say. The silence was a bit awkward. She wasn't really used to talking with unfamiliar people. But then again - she was desperate.
"Hey, do you know where room 275 is?" she finally asked, holding out the piece of paper. "I can't seem to find it."
Alfred looked at the paper. "Not really sure, but I think it's this way." He started walking in the indicated direction. "Y'know, I've been walking around for a while now. I lost my paper, so I don't really know which room is mine," he chuckled and glanced back at Alice, who was right behind him. "I guess I'm pretty lucky I ran into you, huh?"
Alice looked up into those baby blue eyes and chuckled. "That's pretty clumsy of you to lose your paper like that." The comment was supposed to be a joke, but came out a bit sharper than intended.
"Well, yeah, you're the one getting lost in the middle of nowhere," Alfred replied, somewhat offended at Alice's comment.
"Wha— I'm sorry I'm wasn't walking around on campus like some kind of a ghost!" she sputtered.
"What else was I supposed to do?" They were shouting at each other now.
"I don't know, ask a teacher maybe?"
"Hah, do you think I never thought of that? Honestly?"
"Well, seeing as how stupid you are, you might as well not have thought of anything!"
'What a blockhead! This person is the most obnoxious person I have ever met! I swear, once I find my room I'll never talk to him again. How can someone even be this stupid?' she thought to herself through her fury.
Numbers blurred past as she walked.
275.
Alice walked up to the door and grabbed a key from her pocket. The cold metal swiftly unlocked the door with a click.
"Oh, you found your room?" Alfred walked up from behind Alice. "Well, I guess I'll go, then." He turned to go, but stopped when he felt his sleeve being tugged.
"You- you're Alfred F. Jones, aren't you?" Alice was staring at the piles of cardboard boxes in the room. She could see her own boxes, but there were other boxes, too.
The labels on the other boxes read
Alfred F. Jones.
Wait, I'm going to share rooms with this bastard?
No, no, no, no—
You can't be serious.
Also, did I ever tell you that I am a bloody girl?
A/N:
Okay! Yeah! Fixed some grammar problems.
Hope you'll enjoy the piffed up chapters as much as the old ones! c:
Review and tell me your opinions! I'd love to hear about about them!
- Mika
(2012-01-21)
Hurr durr hi I'm Mika's beta-er and not that much better in English so please do let us know if you spot any mistakes.
- /tree
(edited and uploaded 2012-02-24)
