Author's Note: Alright I'll make this brief. This is a little story from Arthur's point of view about life in America and high school in general. It's USUK my otp :) and so yea. Enjoy!

Ah yes, introductions. I am Arthur Kirkland. I was born in England and lived in the heart of London. I had a happy life. I had plenty of food, a beautiful house, friends, loving parents, good grades and a smile on my face. I suppose it all changed when I was about thirteen. By that time we had gotten the call on that rainy afternoon that my beloved mother had been killed in a car crash, by that time we had already said goodbye to that cozy yellow house with the chipping paint and the overgrown ivy, by that time we had flown to the country of big egos, hamburgers, football, and apparently bald eagles. America. I wouldn't exactly call it a happy life. We found a small red brick house, shaded by trees in Chevy Chase DC, near downtown though not quite as noisy. The buildings were either made of stone columns or were filled with glowing rectangles that housed offices. It was very different than what I was used to. Though I can't complain. My father got a steady job working for the Washington Post. Sadly this meant he came home quite late and I was alone for many hours. I focused on school, but I was at a public Middle school so grades didn't exactly matter. I found some friends, not that they were the kindest, but at least they would go to the same high school as me. As time passed I became a typical teenager. Something I never thought I would be. It seemed I was constantly angry or annoyed and I was quiet, unless I was insulting someone. My father and I fought more. But I kept my vibrant green eyes and those cursed eyebrows. I am currently a freshman in some odd school called Hetalia Academy.

I looked around at the sleepy looking class. The walls were littered with colorful posters about drugs and HIV, and the fluorescent lights were making the room look more like a science lab than a classroom. It smelled a bit of coffee. The teachers get just as sleepy as us. I looked towards the short old woman in a pink flowery dress pointing to the whiteboard that had some sort of date on it when something happened. Presently I didn't care. I rested my head on my hands and looked up to the clock at the front of the class. 11:45. The class had just started. I groaned quietly and doodled something random on my notebook covered with my neat cursive handwriting. I wondered what would happen if I just got up and left. Left this place behind. Right at that moment there was the sound of a door swinging open forcefully.

"I'm here!" A tall boy said.

This boy's name was Alfred Jones. He was the captain of the football team, and seemed to be loved by everyone. His smile seemed to light up the room and his bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle. He had thin glasses and slightly tanned skin. He looked strong but not necessarily very bright. He had sandy blonde hair that stuck up in the front. His clothes consisted of tight blue jeans, a white "I heart NY" shirt and a brown bomber jacket which he wore everywhere. Good God he was attractive. I hated him for being so perfect.

"Alfred you're late!" The teacher announced shrilly. "Again..." she added under her breath, annoyed.

Alfred shrugged and sat down in his usual seat right in front of me. I rolled my eyes and attempted to pay attention. The rest of the class was simply boring facts about the revolutionary war where Alfred would scream, "Take that Britain!" Whenever she mentioned America winning a battle. This only made me more frustrated with him. Finally the bell rang. I quickly gathered up my books and rushed out the door of the classroom into the sea of students. Hetalia Academy is an international school and there are people from probably every country here. I arrived at my locker and fumbled with the silver lock as I scowled at nothing in particular. Suddenly I heard someone laughing behind me.

"Ohonohonohon.." Oh bloody hell no. Bloody Françis Bonnefoy. If there was anyone I loathed more in this world than Alfred it was him. I turned to face him. His eyes were a michievious blue and he had a thin smirk on his face. Françis had shoulder length blonde hair which he constantly boasted about, stubble on his chin and a fashionable button-down purple shirt with black skinny jeans.

"Bonjour Arthur. Ça va?" He said cooly leaning up against the locker to my right with his arms crossed.

"Awful now that you're here." I replied pulling out my lunch and slamming the locker door. Françis laughed and we started walking down to the cafeteria.

"I see someone is having a bad day." He said teasingly with that incredibly thick French accent.

I scowled at him. "It was just last period. Alfred was being a pain in the arse." Francis laughed again.

"Mon ami do you realize how much you talk about monsieur Alfred?" I looked taken aback.

"W-whot the bloody hell do you mean? I do not talk about him! Well, not that much. He's a git and he's loud and.." I felt my whole body warm up. Especially my cheeks. Oh hell no.

More laughter. "You are blushing mon cheri." Françis gave me a wicked smile and I looked away, avoiding his gaze. Now I just knew my cheeks were bright red.

The rest of the way down to the cafeteria was Françis giving me relationship advice as I kept mumbling "git" and "wanker" and "bloody frog". But I was listening attentively. We arrived at our usual lunch table which consisted of Antonio, Feliciano, Ludwig, Kiku, Gilbert, Lovino, and Matthew. Before I could even sit down, Françis has waved his hand signaling he wanted everyone's attention.

"Mon amis, I have an announcement to make!" The table was silent. All eyes turned to Françis I looked at him confused. "Our Arthur here has fallen madly in love with the American boy Alfred Jones!" Gilbert whistled and others cheered as I turned to Françis and poured my milk on his head and sat down like nothing had happened. There was a moment's silence and then everyone burst out laughing.

"Do you know how much this shirt costs?!" He screamed.

I smirked and shrugged. "I don't give a fuck."

A/N: I apologize for the language but it is rated M. There will not be smut but there will be fluff! I also apologize for the spelling/grammar mistakes I probably made. I promise it will improve! Please review!

-Peoplewhoareawesome :P