Hallo
We (Nansij and I) are back with a new story! Yaaaay!
Disclaimer: We don't own hetalia because if we did there would be usuk moments! ^-^
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Arthur was sitting in his classroom listening closely to what the teacher was saying, when suddenly he felt his phone vibrate. He looked down at his old, faithful Nokia, and saw that he had a new message from 'Awesome Hero'. That bloody idiot has changed his name again... -.-;
He sighed as he picked up the phone, and read the text.
'Sup dude? ;)'
Arthur looked at his screen, placed his fingers on the phone and slowly wrote back.
'I am not a "dude", and nothing is up! Stop texting me in class.'
A loud and angry voice rang through the room.
"Mr Kirkland and Mr Jones, there is no texting in class. I'll see you both in detention!" The teacher walked passed Arthur and spoke quietly, "I expected better of you Mr Kirkland, I guess even the best students are obsessed by those things."
Embarrassed, Arthur quickly put his phone back in his pocket, and threw a death glare at the soon to be dead American, that had just ruined his chance at being a honorary student again.
I'm gonna bloody murder that wanker after class!
The rest of the class continued as normal, and as soon as the bell rang, and all the students rushed out of the door.
Arthur saw Alfred grabbing his stuff and running for the door. Oh no! He's not getting away, before I've given him what for! Arthur grabbed his bag as well and ran after him. Luckily for Arthur, Alfred didn't get far the massive group of smelly teenagers in the hall prevented him from escaping before Arthur caught up to him.
"Alfred. F. Jones you arse! Stop right now!" Arthur shouted. He saw Alfred stiffen and watched him turn around with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Heya dude, didn't see ya there..." Alfred scratched the back of his head.
"Bollocks! Of course you saw me, I was right behind you. But the real problem is, why the hell did you write to me in the middle of class?!"
"Ehh..."
"Now I have bloody detention!"
"Heh... I'm sorry dude"
"That is not bloody good enough!" Arthur stomped away to his next class, furious, as Alfred just stood there flabbergasted.
At lunch Arthur was still grumpy, so when Alfred came over to eat with him he wasn't very pleased. He's been hoping that he would be able to eat alone for once.
"Hey dude-"
"I told you to stop calling me dude!" Arthur took an angry bite of his chicken sandwich.
"Then what about Iggy?!"
"For god's sake, my name is Arthur, A-R-T-H-U-R! Not Iggy or dude or anything else you can think of!"
"Whatever you say…" The American paused, "Iggy, Want a cheez doodle?"
"No! I don't want your bloody cheez doodles, you wanker!" England snapped back. Americas face dropped.
"Why are you always so angry? I remember when we were little you, were always happy and smiling, and you would always play with me whenever I asked, even if you were busy, or I wanted to play something stupid! Now it's only bloody this and wanker that! You're grumpy all the time and you're always mean to me." Alfred was shocked at what had just escaped his lips, and he regretted it immediately, these were thoughts that he had planned to keep to himself.
Arthur's head was hanging, suddenly he shot up and ran away from the cafeteria, leaving his half-eaten chicken sandwich and Alfred at the table alone.
What does that bloody wanker know about anything? Arthur ran and ran, and nearly fell a few times but he carried on going. Running seemed to be the only thing he could do right at that moment. The burning in his lungs was stronger than the one in his heart.
After what seemed like hours, he finally stopped running. Whilst catching his breath he looked around and realised where he was. He had ended up in an old and rusty playground. Memories of him and Alfred starting to play back in his mind, as tears slowly escaped his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Arthur staggered over to the abused swing set, and then sat down in one of the old, dirty swings, while trying to wipe his tears away with his sleeve. How would he understand anything I feel? I can't help that I've become a grumpy old bastard! It's mostly his fault anyway. Arthur suddenly heard something walking on the gravel behind him...
So this was the first chapter. Tell us in the comments if you like it, or if you don't like it... X3
See you guys in the next chapter! :3
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