Hey guys! So if you know me, you're probably wondering already if I'm abandoning my other on-going fanfic. . . Well I'm not. So don't worry!

I really love RusAme though, so I thought I'd finally get on writing a fanfic for it!

I also wanted to write a fanfic that wasn't depressing and didn't make people cry for once, so here I am!

I'm going to leave the rating at M because of future sexual activity, and such.

Oh and yes, this is with their human selves.

Here's a quick list of the pairings that will most likely be in here:

RusAme [Main pairing], FrUK, GerIta, Spamano.

And sprinkles of other minor pairings. Enjoy!

Genuine Act

"I don't want you to go home." A small voice whispered, wrapping his tiny hand around his friend's.

"I know, I don't want to go! I'll be back one day, promise you'll wait for me?" The other responded, squeezing the hand that wrapped around his.

"Forever."

I belong to a community of butterflies,

Whose wings have been tied behind our backs.

Let me go, let me fly,

Let me out of this hell.

Alfred huffed quietly and shook his head. What a terrible piece of work! He thought his writing was improving, but he always ended up sounding depressed. Did he really feel trapped? How could he? Maybe it was school.

He glanced up from his paper and gazed at the teacher. Which to much of his misfortune, was also his father. Dad, or Mr. Kirkland as he preferred during class, had begun teaching at his school at the beginning of the semester. At first Alfred didn't take him seriously, but once he sat down and saw his father in front of the classroom, reality slapped him a few times.

It wasn't such a big deal though, in actuality no one knew they were related. Well besides his brother Matthew and anyone who was close friends with him. His father was a pretty cool guy, he didn't treat Alfred like his kid during class. Once the bell rang they were teacher and student, and nothing more. Which was just great for Alfred, it would have been horrifying having the other kids know about this.

He gazed past his father and looked at the clock on the wall. It was five minutes until class ended, which meant his next destination was the auditorium. That was the class he anticipated every single day. It was there that all his friends got together and had fun.

Now a theater class might sound a bit cheesy, especially for the manly hero Alfred liked to think he was, but it was fun! He admits he thought it was going to be lame when he first noticed the class on his schedule, but boy was he wrong. The first day of it he was hooked, if that even sounded appropriate.

His thoughts were interrupted when the bell rang, sending a stampede of children out the front door.

"Watch it! Bloody children..." He looked over at his father who was shaking his head. His father was the kind of man who expected way too much from his generation. They were just kids after all!

"Hey dad-"

"Mr. Kirkland, Alfred."

"Mr. Kirkland, I'll see you later!" Alfred offered a small smile and packed up his things, which he was to distracted to do earlier, before standing up.

"Don't get into any trouble now. Oh, and we're having meatloaf for dinner." He added, returning the smile. Alfred did a little jump at that fact before running out the door. He had enough time with his father at home.

He ran past the other students in the hallway, none of which looked too happy. Sure it was school, but did they have to be so dull? Alfred rolled his eyes and jumped down a flight of stairs. He was too excited to calm down! He quickly opened the door to the auditorium before jogging inside, waving his arms around.

"The hero has arrived!" He claimed proudly, running down the aisles of chairs.

"You were only a hero once, sit your ass down!" Another student called out, rolling his eyes.

"Oh chill, Lovino, it's time to act and shit!" Alfred chuckled, patting the Italian boy's back. He had brown hair and an odd curl sticking out, much like his brother-

"Ve!~ Alfred you're here!" Said brother called out, bouncing over.

"Hey Feliciano, you ready to get things going?"

"Oh yes, as soon as Ludwig arrives we can begin!" Feliciano grinned, swaying back and forth on his feet.

"Well while you go wait for your boyfriend, I'm going to get things ready," Alfred chimed, climbing onto the stage and not bothering to use the set of stairs.

Feliciano gasped and quickly covered his face, trying to hide the shade of pink his cheeks were showing. The other students began walking in and setting down their things. Meanwhile Alfred was pulling a rope, opening the curtains on stage.

"Alright class, are we all here?" said a woman's voice, with a pretty thick accent. All the students turned to her as she skipped down another aisle of chairs, twirling for good measure. Behind her was a man in a blue overcoat, sighing.

"Hey Ms. He-He-" Alfred stuttered, never able to actually say her last name.

"I told you to call me Elizabeta, Alfred!" She sang, hopping onto stage and running to the center.

"Right, hey Elizabeta and Roderich!" He grinned, letting go of the rope and jogging over to her.

"You may still call me Mr. Edelstein, Mr. Jones," Roderich huffed, taking his spot next to Elizabeta.

"That's too hard to say dude!" Alfred whined. His last name wasn't officially Jones, but damn he sure loved that name. He asked his teachers to call him that instead of Mr. Kirkland. Then again, why call him Mister anything? He quite liked his regular name!

Alfred hopped down the stage to join the other students in their seats, papers already in hand.
"Alright my lovely butterflies, are you all ready to start?" Elizabeta twirled and clapped her hands. The auditorium erupted into a cheer as the teenagers all stood up.

"Then let's begin!"