Chapter 1 : How we met.

Disclaimer : I DO NOT OWN HETALIA IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, NOR FORM. I USE THE CHARACTERS FOR FAN FICTIONS, AND I OWN NONE OF THE PLACES, NAMES, OR CHARACTERS MENTIONED. ALL RIGHTS GO TO HIDEKAZ HIMARUYA.

Arthur was always the awkward kid. Frankly, after the first 2 years of High School, he just stopped caring... Friends were the general 'losers', and school was just school, not some social meetup. Did he wish he had maybe a bit more social involvement...?...Well, yeah. But he didn't need that right now. What he needed was his diploma. Senior year, nearing end... He was graduating with a 4.0 average. Planning on going to Harvard... There wasn't anything to really change. All those girls and guys that had made fun of him before? Well, just like all the other 'nerds', he was simply going to keep the dream that he'd be their boss one day linger in his head. He probably would, too. His school was filled with jocks, cheerleaders, preps... All the people he just couldn't mold with in his High School career. Could one really blame Arthur? They weren't exactly chummy with him... No one made an attempt to come up to Arthur on the first day of school and say "Hi! Nice to meet you! My names -Insert name here-". And Arthur certainly wasn't going to be the one to make the first move. He'd never been that type of person... Some may say he was shy... He honestly was just wary of others though. He was nervous, first day of High School... And he was a transfer from England, so he was even more of an outcast than normal. Others at least had old school mates they knew. Arthur really had no one.

But, that didn't matter anymore. The friends, the clothes, the trends- All but the future mattered now. He could already see most people in this school were going to crash and burn by a month after getting out of here. After all, someone who always walked around talking about the number of girls they'd scored that weekend for dates didn't exactly sound like they'd be working as CEO somewhere- Unless they were rich. Then they'd just end up being lucky... He didn't need to worry about that though. He didn't need to worry about any of that.

He was almost out. Almost free from the chains they called High school. Just needed to make it through the year... Homecoming was usually the mark- The scene where it was 'last dances' and all, since senior prom was nothing but drunk guys and girls grinding... Sadly true. But the school security wasn't the best, so it was expected. Honestly, Arthur was happy nevertheless, to just be moving on... His one regret...?...Not even making one 'true' friend... But, oh well. That was the past, now he just needed to work to his new beginning.

Pulling up to school normally as he would, on his bicycle, and shifting so that his ride perfectly fit into the other mount of bikes around the rack. Getting off the bike, and locking it up, the blonde shifted. Another day... The /same/ thing was going to happen. Arthur ran a hand through his messy blonde locks, before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Not only was he a nerd, but he looked like one, as well. His bright green hues flickered up to the school, as kids surrounded it completely, some laughing, some studying, others making out with their partners... Didn't they have any decency? This was a place to learn, not screw around! He thought as he walked past the many people, disapproving most in his mind as he strolled by.

Letting the messenger bag swung over his shoulder slip slightly as he walked, the Brit felt himself fade into the background, as he walked up, seeing the 'Popular' group surrounding their normal picnic tables at the center of the facility's courtyard. And the one that basically ruled the school was in the middle. Gilbert Beildshmidt. His silvery, moon like hair, and bright red eyes really did make him stand out... Not only that, but it's not like he was unattractive. As compared to Arthur, that is. Everyday coming in, he saw them laughing, and joking with each other. Him and his little trio. Oh yes... The "Bad Touch Trio". The absolute players of the school. They basically were famously infamous. Like... The school idols. They got any girls they want, and no one complained when one of them came up with the proposal to 'Go out'. They all knew what that meant. Date for a month, /maybe/ two if they were lucky, to be their little toys or some shit. Arthur even heard a couple rumors about them taking guys.. And then, there was the Brit. The one who was going to be 18 in 6 months and still hadn't even had his first kiss. Hell, the closest he's ever gotten was when he was 7 and the little girl (who he later found out was a boy...), Feliks, gave him a kiss on the cheek for Valentines Day. Arthur was flustered when it happened, and took it as a sign of being liked. But it turned out it was a dare that he had gotten from his friend. Not an actual kiss.

Without realizing it, Arthur had stopped walking, and was staring at the albino while getting lost in his thoughts. Gilbert, finally realizing, glanced at Arthur, staring back with a semi confused expression. Arthur took a moment, before blinking. Eyes going slightly wide, and his cheeks heating up to a moderate blush, Arthur looked down, and scurried off into the school.

"..Prusse... Prusse...?" Gilbert heard his French friend that sat by him, frowning since he was trying to get his attention, and Gil was being unresponsive. After watching the man walk off into the school, Gil glanced back to the Frenchie, before smirking a bit. "Oh- Ja? Sorry, Franny. Something just caught my attention." He laughed, stretching out on the table in his seat. "What'd you say?" He asked, yawning, leaning on his hand, which was propped up by his elbow as he stared into the Frenchman's blue irises.

Francis smiled slightly, watching his friend get comfortable, glancing in the way Gil was looking. "Oh? Did zu find a new toy?" He chuckled, before looking back to his friend. Gilbert laughed heartily, shaking his head. "Nah, quite the opposite really. More like... repellent if anything." He grinned. Francis laughed with him, after nodding, and then repeated his question from before. "Ah, I see. Well, anyway, I had asked zu about your task zhis year? What is zit?" He smiled. Oh yes. The task. Gilbert, for 3 years running now, had performed a 'task' each year that just made the school better. Why did Gil do it? Because- Not only did it get him on good terms with the teachers so he didn't even need to do much work to get an A, but it made him number one on his basketball team, and got popularity points!~ Hell, after freshman year, even the seniors envied his recognition around the school. Best part was, he didn't even need to try hard now. The hardest he had to try was when he was a freshie, but now, he had people to do things. He could do basically anything. After contemplating the question, Gil furrowed his eyebrows, before shaking his head. "Nein, I don't. It's too early to think about it~" the Prussian groaned, letting his forehead fall to the table in frustration. What could he do... Freshman year, he'd raised money for the music, and arts program. He basically saved them- after donating around $10,000.00. That made him. Sophomore year, he got over half the school to attend the last football game of the year, (since he wanted a good rep with the pompoms and jocks, too.) and they were cheered on to victory. Junior year, he convinced their stingy, and kind'a pervy principle to have school lunch outside. Now... Seniors. Last year. He really needed to close it up with a big bang... But, how? Gil had been thinking about this all summer. The stress was eating him away. Though he didn't show it. After all, Gil needed to keep his cool reputation as well.

Francis laughed a bit, as their other friend, the third and last member of the trio, Antonio chimed in happily "What about doing something different~ Something thas' more poetic, and makes one big change for a person rather everyone in the school~?" He asked, grinning with his normal, carefree grin. Gilbert waved his hand, looking up to the brunette with a disapproving look. "What? Nein, that sounds so unawesome. I need something that will make even kids from other schools know of mein awesomeness!" He smirked, dabbling in his own ego.

Francis then chimed in, looking between the two. "No, no! Prusse, Antonio haz a point! Doing somezhing like... Transforming somezhing? That could be zhe biggest bang yet! After all, izn't changing somezhing, or someone, one of the biggest tasks, oui?" Francis asked, putting extra exaggeration on the 'someone' part.

Spain nodded happily, while Gilbert just thought, pursing his lips. "Hmm.. Vhat about... Making someone cool?.." He asked, looking to his trio for approval. Francis smiled, with an "Oui!" and Antonio followed with the same expression, only saying "Si~!". This left Gilbert to think, as he glanced towards the doors of the school. "...And I know just who to turn.." He said with a coy smile.

The 4th bell rang, indicating lunch period. Arthur gathered his notes into his folder, everything neatly organized, slinging the bag over his shoulder before giving his calculus teacher a wave and a smile, then exiting. He pushed past people in the hallway, trying to squeeze by the ignorant ones that ignored everyone around and acted like they were the only ones in the hall. He could smell the rubbish food already, as he headed down the stairs, leading to the cafeteria. Though they could eat outside, Arthur was one of the few that much preferred to stay in. The lunch room was fairly empty, as he found a table in the back, placing his bag in the middle, before unzipping it and grabbing his paper lunch bag from inside, as well as his American Studies book, and study sheet he'd made last night (which was very well done, in Artie's opinion. Color coated and all.). Arthur pulled out a green apple, a PB&J sandwich, and a scone from the bag. His tea was in a mug, that kept it warm through the day, strapped to the side of the bag. Taking that off his bag as well, and flipping open his book to page 587, he took a bite out of the sandwich, scanning the pages for any information he might have missed during the lecture. "Artieeeeeeeee~" The man cringed at the all too familiar voice. Arthur pretended he wasn't there, going about his business, before he felt something smash up against his back., hugging him tightly from behind. Nearly choking, Arthur gasped for air, pushing at his 'friend's' arm. "G-Get off y-you git!" He choked. With an obnoxious laugh, the blonde in glasses pulled away, sitting next to, what he considered, his best friend. A stupid smile was plastered on his face. Just like always. "Artie, why do you always sit inside? It's nice out!". Arthur fixed himself, cursing under his breath before giving a hard stare at the American. "Because, I like it in here. Go outside if you want, Alfred." Alfred frowned, whining at the highest pitch he could muster, shaking his head. "But that's boringggg~". Arthur covered his ears with a heavy sigh. Now, to Arthur, Alfred was more of an annoyance than anything... He wasn't even remotely his 'best friend', as the american stated. Hell, Arthur barely had anything in common with the wanker.. A small growl forming in the back of his throat, Arthur just ended up scoffing instead, shaking his head. "Does it look like I care? I'm studying; leave me be." Alfred himself let out a pout, his chin falling to the table. "Can I watch..?" He asked childishly, looking up to the Brit. Arthur just glanced his way, before looking back to his book. "...If you don't bloody disturb me, fine."

Gilbert strolled around the lunch period, and had let his friends know he wouldn't be sitting with them due to the fact he was busy. Busy looking for that nerd he'd seen earlier. The scarlet eyes skimmed the crowd outside, though the boy from earlier was nowhere to be found. What, did he not eat lunch or something? He had been looking for 10 friggin minutes! Where they hell was this guy? "It is so not awesome to keep the awesome me waiting!" he grumbled, taking a seat on a bench along the wall. He slipped into a deep thought, crossing his arms. "If I were a nerd.. Where would I be..." He bit his inner cheek. Well, certainly not any social tables. And he already checked the 'nerd' table outside... He couldn't be inside, could he? Who sits inside anymore? Gilbert thought about it for a second... No harm in looking. And with that, Gil got up, walking back to the door that led into the school, before walking to the lunchroom, and looking in at the many teachers that resided inside the now, more or less secluded room for their lunch period.

Squinting his eyes, Gil saw a few students, most likely serving lunch detention. He was about to give up when in the back corner, there he was. With... Some other dude. He couldn't tell, since his head was down. Snickering, the Prussian strolled in, others looking up as he walked by, and whispering to the friend next to them. He walked all the way back, until he got to the nerdy dude who, in Gil's opinion, looked pretty stressed, and now at closer look, that american kid that was in his 6th period class. He was supposed to be a junior, if Gil's memory served him correct, apparently skipped a grade for some sudden burst of smartness, or whatever. That's the only friend this guy could get... An underclassmen? Wow, did he need Gil's help. Bad.~ "Guten tag~" He purred, helping himself to a seat at Arthur's, soon to be corrupt, table.

Arthur picked his head up from his book, and Alfred stared at the white haired male in confusion, before turning to his British acquaintance, whispering "Yo, Artie, I didn't know you were friends with the head of the BTT!" He exclaimed, wide eyed. He was half amazed, half frightened. Arthur himself just stared, mouth half open. Before blinking a bit and recomposing himself. "...Hello...Can I help you...?" He mumbled, brushing off the american's rather surprised thought. . . Arthur himself was surprised, but he tried remaining as calm as possible. Though, inside, all he could think of was

"Why the hell is he talking to me?"

Gilbert chuckled, grabbing Arthur's mug and opening the cap to examine the insides, furrowing his eyebrows when taking a whiff of it. "Coffee?"

Arthur looked at him blankly, getting a little frustrated. "Tea. Now, can I help you?" He asked, stressing the question a bit further.

Gil just laughed, shaking his head. "No no, there is no need to help the awesome me~! I... actually want to help you." He smirked.

The American just stared at him in shock, looking between the two, while Arthur's eyes widened, and he blinked. "...What...?"

Alright~! Chapter one, end :D! Please please please tell me what you think! If you review, the quicker and more likely it is for me to update.~ So, please let me know what you think! I update every month. ^_^

Translations
Prusse : Prussia (Nickname France gave him)
Ja : Yes
Zu : You
Zhis : This
Zit : It
Nein - No
Thas' : That's
Haz : Has
Somezhing : Something
Zhe : The
Izn't : Isn't
Oui : Yes
Vhat : What
Si : Yes
Git - Idiot
Wanker - . . . Another British term for idiot .. . . -Cough-
Guten Tag - Hello

Some are just the accent translations, but, still!
Thanks for reading!~