Author's note: I actually like writing murder scenes… And fantasy… So why not write them both in my fave anime? … This fic will probably fail. I'm better at writing romance… (dies)

Arthur Kirkland pressed his face to the warm window. For some insane reason, the air conditioning in the car was on, so the inside of the car felt as cold as his homeland, England. He had tried to tell the driver to turn off the aircon, but the driver just grunted. So Arthur had to put on his blazer, trying to warm up. Why didn't I bring my jumper too...? he thought miserably. Though bringing the jumper would be stupid, because it was probably bloody hot outside the car.

"This isn't going to be easy…" he mumbled to himself.

"Enjoying America?" asked a soft, tinkling voice. Arthur groaned. How did she get here?!

"What are you doing here, you fly?" asked Arthur, exasperatedly. A fairy with violet wings, which was no bigger than Arthur's palm, flew out of his backpack.

"Don't be rude, kid. I'm older than you," said the fairy, flicking her hair to the side. "Anyway, what are you whining about? You're the great Arthur Kirkland, one of the best magical detectives of this era!" Arthur gritted his teeth.

"Anyone would be worried if they were going to a murder scene," he said quietly. The fairy smirked.

"Wait… Your friends are working with you on this case, aren't they?" Arthur glared at the fairy.

"Shut up."

"And your little brother, Peter, is here too right?" Arthur grabbed the fairy.

"Shut. The. Bloody. Hell. Up," said Arthur slowly, before shoving her into his bag. He zipped it before she could fly out. The car slowed, then came to a stop.

"We are here, Mr. Kirkland," said the driver. Arthur nodded.

"Thank you," said Arthur. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, and stepped out of the car. The school didn't look too special to him. One side for the school, the other for the dormitories. A large garden for strolling around, and near it a large library. Arthur stared at the school sign, which read 'The International School of Hetalia'. Weird name, but this place seems clear… The students of the school stared at him, but Arthur ignored them.

"ARTHUR KINKLAND~" squealed a freakishly annoying voice.

"Oh no," mumbled Arthur, just before he got tackle-glomped by a dirty blonde boy. Arthur glared at him. "CURSE YOU ALFRED JONES, YOU BLOODY GIT! MY NAME IS 'KIRKLAND', NOT BLOODY 'KINKLAND'!" Alfred laughed.

"It's cool to see you too, Arthur! It's been a while!" said Alfred cheerfully. "How were the ghosts doing in England?" Arthur glared at him.

"Fine," said Arthur. He spoke in a hushed tone. "How's the case going?" Alfred frowned.

"The murder scene is horrible," he said, sounding upset. "The students are absolutely traumatized. But first!" Alfred's voice picked up. "Let's go to class! I'm sure Peter would be thrilled to see his older brother again!" Arthur moaned.

"I somehow doubt that, Alfred…" he said, allowing himself to be dragged off by the energetic American.

Author's note: … Weird. I hate Kirkland, but I love writing about him… I wonder if I should continue…