Plot summary.
Alfred and Arthur are best friends - however, when senior year rolls around, Alfred decides to take his life in a different direction.

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I really wanna write a GerIta fanfiction, but the only stuff I can think up are short or fluffy. :(

Chapter 1.
Summer's End.

Every school has that one awkward group of friends.

You know, the group that sits at that one table and randomly shouts phrases from their favorite anime, and it honestly makes everyone around them mad, but no one ever says anything to them because they're slightly intimidating. Not intimidating in a bullying way, but intimidating in a "if you mess with me, I will learn voodoo and freaking break your arm" sort of way.

Oh, and they usually have that one person that buys a lunch and awkwardly stands in line by themself right behind you, and if you say hi they kind of just stare at you like you're growing antennae out of your inner ears.

Yeah, you know the one.

It just so happens that, even Gakuen Hetalia has this group.

They consist of a mere group of four.

Feliciano Vargas, whose own twin brother is too embarrased to be seen with him. He's a handsome young fellow, with auburn-leaning-towards-brunet hair, and chestnut colored eyes. His skin is a neutral tan, gained through his long hours outside. He's on the soccer team, which is pretty much his only achievement towards popularity. Also, he's best friends with the guy in the next paragraph.

Ludwig, who no one really bothered to learn the last name of, although everyone just assumed he was a Bielschmidt. He was in frequent denial of this. Now, Ludwig is a very, very good looking fellow, with fair skin and blonde, slicked back hair and blue eyes. His looks, however, have proven not to be everything, as he if a very intimidating fellow. Be this because of his overall bearing, loud voice, or the face he always bore that screamed to the world "I punch children", it didn't really matter as I'm sure if he got rid of every one of those, people would still find a reason not to talk to him. Also, he's usually the one in the lunch line.

Arthur Kirkland, geek, and slight goth-boy. Now, he has never admitted to being a goth-emo-scene-whateverthey'recalled, but the fact that he spends his free time reading up on black magic is honestly frightening. He's a nice guy, with distractingly thick eyebrows and dark, southern-magnolia-tree-leaf colored eyes. Now, most people said he had emerald, but that's really because they were too lazy to say southern-magnolia-tree-leaf, which is really more like their color. If you disagree, you should really look up an image.

And last but not least, there's Alfred F. Jones. No one really knows what the "F" stands for, but most people like to come up with clever nicknames for whatever it could possibly be. He, to be honest, probably doesn't even know what the "F" stands for. He has dirty blonde hair and sky-blue eyes (that is unless it's raining outside, in which case they're not sky colored at all), and wears a pair of glasses. Not the cool, black-rimmed hipster sheek kind of glasses, either. Regardless, he looked pretty cool with his fashion, but was very loud and unbelievably obnoxious. He was also very stuck up. But, this didn't prevent him from being best-friends-forever with Arthur.

And that is where our story begins - not during school, but right before it, only a few days before summer began.

"Hey, Alfred...need some help?"

Arthur hopped out of the tree in Jones's front yard and approached his friend, whose hands were full of ice cream sandwiches.

"Nah, dude - I got this."

That was another issue with Alfred - his vocabulary mostly consisted of "idiot terminology". But the group didn't mind it.

He approached the tree, where he found Feliciano and Ludwig sitting near the bottom. It was a fully grown oak tree, with branches thick enough so that each of them could sit on the same one and it still wouldn't budge. However, they usually just sat on their own branch.

"'Sup guys? I brought ice cream so you'd better take them from me before the melt and stuff!"

He tossed them up to the two boys without warning. Ludwig caught his with one hand, while Feliciano nearly fell out of the tree catching his. He was startled, to say the least.

"Oh my God, Alfred, you need to be more careful with this kind of thing! I could have just lost my life over a silly ice cream sandwich! You really hate me, don't you? You wanted me to die, and now you're thinking about how it was a failed attempt!"

"Oh. Yeah, you've got me," he replied, climbing his way up into the tree with one hand, holding his and Arthur's in his right hand. "Looks like now I'll just have to sneak into your house and break all of your bones. Oh well, that was my original plan anyways."

Feliciano, alarmed, looked at Ludwig. "H-he's joking right?"

"I'm afraid not, Feliciano," Ludwig responded. "Your time is here."

"B-but I don't want to die!" he cried, and proceeded in whimpering through the rest of this chapter.

Alfred handed Arthur his ice cream once he made it up to his branch. He didn't say anything.

"Hey, Alfred?"

"Hm?"

"Are you alright?"

Alfred looked away, as if staring into space itself. The leaves blew faintly, giving off a quiet whistling noise. Alfred rarely heard this kind of thing, seeing as he was rarely quiet enough to hear it. He sighed, and looked back at Arthur, then removed his glasses to clean them off on his shirt.

"Yeah, I'm cool. I was just thinking."

Time flew by.

"I think I'm going to take Feliciano home," Ludwig responded. This normally would have been seen as an act of love, if it weren't Ludwig and they weren't next-door neighbors. "I'll see you guys later."

"Alright," Arthur responded. "Alfred, I'm staying over still, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then let's go get my stuff."

The two got out of the tree, and walked over to Arthur's house. They went through his things.

"Dude, you really shouldn't mess around with the boards, bruh," Alfred said, pointing towards the instrument of ghost-speaking. "That stuff actually works."

"Ah, yeah right. Hasn't worked for me."

"Dude - you're gonna get haunted by like, a demon or something if you use those."

"You don't say? Well then, you must be a demon, because you're the only thing haunting me."

"Is that your type of pick-up line?"

"Shut it."

They packed it all into Arthur's backpack and headed back. The walk between their houses was short - they lived in the same neighborhood, although on seperate ends. What really made it interesting was the quick change in scenery between Arthur's side of the neighborhood and Alfred's. On Arthur's side, there was a lot of gardening done, and flowers found their ways into every yard. There didn't seem to be any weeds, and everyone was growing at least one type of agricultural product - the most common being tomatoes.

On the other end, there was no grass, and most of what was there was either crabgrass or weed. Their idea of a flower was a dandelion, and where shrubbery was once commonplace, oak trees took over.

"Hey, Arthur?"

They were turning onto Alfred's street now.

"Hm?"

"Do you think that, just this year, we should actually..."

Arthur stopped walking and faced him. He was trailing, and if there was one thing he couldn't stand - it was Alfred's trailing.

"Actually what, Alfred?"

"Try being...you know...in."

"In what?"

"You know...popular."

Arthur rolled his eyes, turned back aroung, and continued walking. "No."

"Why not?"

"Well, I mean...don't you think we're fine as we are? Why do we need people to like us, as long as we have the four of us together?"

"Yeah, but..."

Arthur gritted his teeth, and stopped once more once they reached the front door of Alfred's house. He turned sharply, shaggy blonde hair flipping in front of his eyes and then back into place. He shook his head a few times, before speaking up. "But nothing, Alfred. You should be fine with us. I mean, we're all friends, and we aren't fake. Around those people, you won't be able to do half of the stuff you do now. You couldn't go on rants about TV, or make half of the jokes that you can make with us. Plus, popular people almost never hang out anywhere fun. With them it's always just...just malls and movies. You'd never get to go where we go, like...like-"

"-Like the junkyard, and the forest...yeah, I know..."

He shook his head.

"Doesn't matter, it was...just a thought."

"I hope so."

Alfred smiled, showing off his perfect teeth.

"Alright then, let's go play Halo!"

"But that's so boring. Why don't we play something less overdone and boring, like Castle Crashers?"

"Because, you freakin' hipster, HALO IS AWESOME."

End-of-Chapter Notes.
Seriously. I would love to write a GerIta fic. I keep having ideas for UsUk stories, but not GerIta. What's wrong with me, world? WHYYYYY?