I'M ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE XD With a new story

For everyone and anyone who's been watching me, I'm SOSOSOSORRY I haven't updated anything in, like, FOREVER!

It's been...a hectic few years. But I promise I'll update on this! Anyways, Hetalia is my new obsession (made the Olympics SOOOO AWESOME XD) so my first story is a AU one O_O never thought i'd write a AU highschool story. eh. -shrug-

anyways, I hope you like this ^^ I have 6 chapters already written. I'll try to update at least once a week.

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Alfred F. Jones was never a fan of school. The learning part anyways. Alfred wasn't stupid, he was just lazy, doing only the bare minimum one had to do in school to pass.

Which is why he was shocked to find he had been accepted to a privet school in the UK.

Said privet school only accepted one student from every country, sometimes two. So Alfred was sure someone who got better grades than him would have been chosen. Alfred just shrugged at the thoughts. Maybe someone finally saw his true genius…

Or maybe no-one else put in a paper.

The second was more probable.

Not like he'd admit it.

Alfred shouldered his backpack, shut his suit case, and grabbed his car keys. Looking around his almost completely bare room, he smiled to himself. " Well I'm off!" he announced to the empty walls. "See you at Christmas Time!"

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Arthur Kirkland pressed his face to the window of the car, watching the rainy English streets thru the cold class. His mood was as dark as the weather, sure he was happy to be accepted to the private school, but we wasn't entirely excited. Why one might ask?

That reason came in the shape of a French boy named Francis Bonnefoy.

Who also got into St. Agatha Private School.

Arthur sighed, closing his eyes. Why me… he thought. There were going to be the longest two years of his life. So much for that prayer of never seeing him ever again. God must, no, does hate me. Two long years of hell with that blood wanker…What have I done to deserve this?!

The car pulled to a stop under the dorm entry way. Arthur stepped out and was met with a call of "Hey! Arthur!"

Inwardly groaning, he pretended he didn't hear. Francis, though, would have none of that. "Arthur!" he whined, hurrying down the stairs to him. "Francis, please go away." Arthur spat. Francis clutched his chest. "Mon Cheri! You wound me so!"

Arthur rolled his eyes, opening the trunk of the car. "Let me help you," Francis said with a smile, and Arthur adverted his eyes. "F-Fine!" he muttered, pulling out a suitcase. Francis smirked to himself, taking the suitcase from the English boy's hands. "you're almost the last one to arrive, and yet you live here."

Arthur ignored the under laid insult, raising an eyebrow. "Who else has yet to arrive?"

Francis shrugged. "The kids from America, Canada, and Japan, those are the new kids that I've heard so far. Also, the Italian twins." Francis chuckled. "You do remember them, right?" Arthur rolled his eyes. "How could I forget those two obnoxious Italians? Who else from the academy is here?"

Francis lead Arthur into the dorm. "Vash is here," Francis chuckled as Arthur paled. "And Ivan. Feliks and Toris as well." Arthur picked up his dorm keys. "Anyone not crazy?" he asked. "Ludwig, though his brother tagged along," Francis replied, smirking. "And Antonio."

Arthur glared at Francis. "So the Bad Touch Trio is back together? I fear for the sanity of this school." Francis just grinned.

"What floor are you on?" Francis asked. Arthur looked at his card. "Second Floor. Room 215." Francis's face fell. "I'm floor Three…" he muttered. Arthur resisted smiling. "Too bad. So sad." He deadpanned.

"I love you too Mon Ami."

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"So you're going to St. Agatha, you must be a very smart boy."

Alfred shrugged, sliding into the back seat of the taxi. "I guess so…" He looked out the window and blinked. "Ah, and that must be out other guest." the drivers said. Alfred slide across the seat, but continued to watch as the driver helped the boy load his things into the back of the car.

He was short, and even beneath his long coat you could see how thin he was. He had short black hair, which made his olive skin paler than he would have thought. The boy slid into the taxi next to Alfred, and blinked.

"Hello," Alfred greeted softly. The Asian-like boy watched him with chocolate brown eyes. "Hello…" he replied in a thick accent. "My name is Alfred. Alfred F. Jones!" Alfred said happily.

"My name… is Honda Kiku…" the other replied slowly, trying to pick the correct words. "It's a pleasure to meet you Jones-san…"

Japanese. Alfred smiled. "Nice to meet you too! Please, just call me Alfred!" Kiku blinked. "Are we friends?" He asked. Alfred grinned. "I'd like that! You're going to St. Agatha, right?" Kiku smiled a small smile. "Hai… Yes I am…" Kiku replied. "Then we should stick together!" Alfred said.

"Alright… we are friends Alfred-san…" Kiku said, smiling. "Is it alright if I call you Kiku?"

Kiku's cheeks turned light pink. "That's fine with me…" he muttered. Alfred grinned. This is already a great start… he thought.


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