AN:Hey guys! It's me, Crimson Wings~ I've been having major writers block on my Kuro fanfic but a whole lot of inspiration for Hetalia xD So here ya guys go, though the beginning might be a little suckish. I'll be using their human names for this so be warned! This is my first Hetalia fanfic so review as good as you can!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters. All of these rightfully belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Alfred leaned back in his chair, lazily drumming his fingers on his desk. God, he didn't even know what the teacher was talking about anymore. He had only been there five minutes and already daydreaming. He rested his chin in his free hand as he looked out the window. Why doesn't anything different happen here...? He paused drumming his fingers for a moment as he ran his hand through his hair, frowning as he noticed that one hair wouldn't stay down. Suddenly his hand was harshly yanked from his hair and into the air. Startled he straightened up in his seat, but ended up sliding and fell out of his seat.

Well, almost fell out of his seat.

He would have if his teacher wasn't still holding him by the wrist with her iron grip.

Wincing slightly at how tightly she held, he stood up fully, ignoring the snickers of his classmates. "U-uh... Is there a problem ?" He asked, putting on an innocent smile. It had gotten him out of trouble countless number of times as he fooled everyone with his "innocent puppy" look.

Everyone but her that is.

Frowning, the stern woman kept her grip on his wrist as she spoke. "Well, , considering you haven't heard me calling your name for the attendance roll for the past four minutes, yes there is something wrong." Alfred winced at the French accent of her words. God, it annoyed him. Mostly because she exaggerated it so much and because it reminded him of a certain Frenchman he knew.

Said Frenchman had decided to finally speak up for his friend,"Oui, , maybe he was thinking about a certain beautiful woman~". blushed slightly at Francis' charming words and for a second his grip on Alfred slackened, but at the slightest twitch of his hand she regained her hold on him. Alfred sighed, hanging his head in clear defeat. The classroom erupted into another roll of laughter. Everyone knew Alfred wasn't the straightest pole in the class. In other words, he was gay, which was a slight disappointment to some of the girls in school. But had always favored Francis from the beginning of the year. Everyone suspected it was because they were both French and that probably the truth.

She hardly kept how much she favored him a secret. She always praised for his work even if it was the crappiest thing you saw, in which she would say it was "a good effort" and how the class should 'try harder and showmore effort on their work".

Bullshit.

The one word that was always in the mind of every student in the class whenever she said something like that. They all knew she was the reason Francis had such good grades in this class. They knew she bragged about how "great" he was to all the other staff members in the teachers lounge at lunch.

But back to the interruption.

Alfred slowly lifted his head back up to look at the Frenchwoman. "Well uh... You see... I was thinking about... uh... How French people always seem to be so smart?" He said hesitantly, but it came out sounding like a question more than a statement. narrowed her eyes at him. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, or rather yell something, the class room door burst open.

Closing her mouth, she slowly let go of Alfred's wrist and turned to greet the new guest in her classroom. A new guest who just so happened to be a cute guy. Well at least in the eyes of Alfred.

And in the eyes of Francis and at least a handful of the girls in the classroom.

Alfred studied to new person who was trying to explain himself but instead stuttered out unintelligible words.

He had one the the most gorgeous eyes Alfred had ever seen. They were a striking emerald green and they fit his face so perfectly. And that nervous, crooked smile that trembled slightly and that cute little blush that made him look so flustered. And then above those wonderful eyes were ...

Two,huge,bushy eyebrows.

Alfred almost stopped looking at him completely right then, but then decided to take his chances of looking again. Hesitantly he trailed his eyes around the boy, stopping for a moment to admire his sunny blonde hair before looking over him again.

Like most kids around here he wore blue jeans. Skinny, blue jeans to be exact and a white dress shirt with a green vest and a red tie that was a little too formal for Alfred's taste but still looked good on this kid. He thought it did make him look a bit geeky with those fuzzy eyebrows of his though. He didn't realize how geeky until he saw his shoes.

The guy was wearing penny loafers.

Penny Loafers.

Who the fuck walks into this school wearing penny loafers and doesn't get beat up?

It amazed Alfred that this kid didn't have a single scratch or bruise on himself. But apparently he had staring in amazement because suddenly the kid had stopped stuttering and had turned his gaze towards Alfred. "What are you staring at you git?" He spat out at Alfred, frowning, his eyebrows furrowed together.

Oh.

He had a British accent.

Cute.

on the other hand, did not think it was very cute. "You. What's your name?" The blonde boy smiled politely as he looked at the teacher. "I'm Arthur Kirkland and I-"

"Well you'll be spending detention with after school today. I suggest you get to know him as it is the end of class." She said flatly, cutting off whatever Arthur was going to say.

Just then the bell rang. As all the other students started to get their stuff and rush out the door, Alfred walked up to Arthur. "Hey Arthur. Can I call ya Art? So Art, I'm Alfred but you can call me Al. Nice to meet you." Alfred said brightly with what he thought to be a charming smile, and held out his hand to shake. Arthur stared at him frowning, and ignored his hand and coldly shouldered past Alfred to go talk to the teacher.

Alfred flinched slightly. Ouch. Cold. He let out a sigh, Yet, so cute.

And then it hit him.

He had fallen for the new British kid in his class, who at the moment, seemed to hate his guts.

Well, he certainly had his work cut out for him. Waiting for Arthur to finish talking with he leaned against the edge of his desk and took out his iPod and set it on shuffle mode.

He sighed as the lyrics started pouring into his ears but didn't pay attention until halfway through the song,

I don't wanna take your precious time
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time
I don't wanna take up all your time
'Cause you're such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time

I hope you guys liked it! I know it's pretty short but I hope it's still good. I'll try to write more in the next chapter. Remember to review! I don't like silent readers and I appreciate the encouragement!

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