Arthur, who hates America, is forced to go to America as a foreign exchange student. He is staying with the Jones's and Alfred isn't too happy about his arrival. Alfred isn't the most mentally stable. Will Arthur be able to help? USxUK

This is my first Hetalia fic. I'm thinking about making this a part of a HighSchool!Verse. If I make any mistakes, please correct me. Feedback is welcome. (Just don't be a jerk.)

Chapter Title Credit: Basket Case by Green Day

(All titles will most likely be from songs because I am not good at making up titles)

Prologue

"WHAT?!"

"You're spending the next year in America," Arthur's mother reiterated.

Arthur was beyond infuriated. After all, his parents had -without his knowledge- signed him up for a foreign exchange program that would have him shipped to his least favorite place in the world. Not only was everyone there jerks, but they were rich, and thought they were more important then everyone else. And to top it off, they knew absolutely nothing.

"What about all of my friends? I'll be alone there! Did you think of that? No, of course not, you probably just want to get rid of me. You can't force me to go to a place like...like...that," Arthur spat his words with venom. America was synonymous with hell if you asked him, and he was not ready to die. To make his point clear as to how unwilling he was to go along with his parents plans, he folded his arms tightly across his chest and held his head high - he was not going down without a fight.

"I'm sure that you'll make plenty of friends in America. We thought you'd be thankful, after all, it's not like we can afford to take you anywhere else. We wanted to give you a chance to see the world, rather then staying in England for your whole life." Mrs. Kirkland held her ground, and refused to allow her son get his way yet again.

"What makes you Think that I want anything to do with those annoying, burger eating arrogant bastards!" Arthur sneered before walking briskly towards his bedroom. He would not associate himself with such low lives.

"You're not getting out of this Arthur Kirkland," his mother yelled after him. Although he failed to hear her; having already stuffed a pair of headphones in his year and jumped out his window that only stood a foot from the ground. He needed some time to think about what his parents had gotten himself into, and to complain to his friends.

When Alfred got the news that some stuck up British kid would be staying with him, he did nothing. He remained numb to what his parents told hi and walked past them and into his room. It was no different then how he'd reacted to everything else around him for the past 4 months.

Alfred hadn't really heard what his parents said, because he tended to ignore them anyway. If he had heard them, he surely wouldn't have agreed to it. He never would have allowed them into the bedroom across the hall that had been untouched for three months if he had known that they had only entered the room with the intent of boxing everything up and storing it in the garage.

As it was, Alfred watched in confusion as his mother exited the room with a box in her arms. He could clearly see the white fur of a familiar polar bear that had been left on the bed.

"What are you doing with that?" Alfred questioned. His mother had no response as she turned to her son. Alfred's voice was rough from not being used for months, and he wasn't surprised to see his mothers shocked expression. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with his things?" He hollered accusingly.

"Watch your language," she scolded. "Anyway, I told you, an exchange student from England is staying with us."

"You can't just box his stuff away and fill his space with a stranger. You can't replace him!" Alfred quickly reached towards the box and tugged at the white fur that protruded out. "And Kumajirou? How fucking could you?" Alfred hugged the old polar bear to his chest as he rushed back into his room.

He held Kumajirou firmly in his grasp as he rocked back and forth with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry Mattie. I tried to stop them, I did. I don't want to replace you."

'Liar. You're a worthless liar, and you know how I feel about liars.'

"I-I'm sorry Mattie. I-I didn't meant to upset you. I love you."

'Worthless scum.'

Ooooh, Mattie talking to Alfred?

I love writing Arthur's part, because, if it's not obvious, he really hates Americans. (I have nothing against America, including I live there.)

This chapter is kind of shitty, and short, but that's why it's a prologue!