This is my first attempt to a write multiple chapter story, so please be kind and give constructive critics. Without further ado, the disclaimer poem: Roses are, violets are blue. I do not own Hetalia, so you cannot sue!
Warnings: Gakuen universe; Mild language, sensitive subjects.
Prologue
An amused smirk filled his face, when he saw the boy fleeing from the room. Daft git, did he not know he could never escape him, no matter what he was always watching, especially what was his. Perhaps it was time to teach his 'colony' another lesson. "Francis!" he called. 'Where did the frog head off to this time'? Now, normally he didn't care but right now he needed Francis to organize his newly formed… arrangements. Well where ever he was, he was taking too long, and Arthur Kirkland did not liked to be kept waiting!
"Oui, mon ami?" He scoffed at the entering Frenchman. 'Bloody frog! Probably out there harassing students, with this frog language.' Francis strolled in, slightly beaming; knowing Arthur was growing more and more impatient. He loved pulling Mr. Perfect's buttons, he was one of the few that were able to get away with it, because if Arthur got rid of him who else would keep his dirty little secrets.
"Where were you?" he demanded. His green eyes flashing dark, and the amused smirk replaced with a family scowl.
"I was—"
"It doesn't matter! I need you to do something for me."
"But of course, it's always for you! Well, Mon Cher, what about me and my needs?"
"Belt up, wanker! You're doing my head in, again with your unnecessary drama." He began rubbing his temples. How Bonnefoy got elected as vice president, escaped him. "Now listen up! I need you to hand these letters to the football and the rugby team."
"May I know why, Mon Cher?
"Enough with the frog language! And if you must know… let's just say I decided the fate of a certain student, and his scholarship."
"Isn't that a bit harsh?"
"Did I ask for your opinion?" his voice going cold. The smirk found its return when the other went silent. He may be able to push his buttons but it was Arthur who gets the last laugh. "Well Francis I'm waiting for an answer", he was going to make him suffer. "Did I ask you opinion?"
"No." This was too easy.
"Then do as you are told!", and with that, Francis left. Arthur walked back to his chair, the arrogant smirk never leaving his face, and sat down. The Chair looked as if it was a throne for a king, and that was exactly what Arthur was. A King!
How was it? Should I continue? Review and let me know!