How To Love A Rebel

chapter 1: Encounters

The ending day bell had rung, causing the sound of a stampede and chatter. The hallways, which you could see every piece of dirt in, which there rarely was any, was now filled with the body's of countless teenagers. The teenagers lead themselves outside of the school...Well all except one.

"Arthur Kirkland!" An average sized teenager turned around to the direction where his name was being called. The first thing you noticed about him was his, overly grown, bushy eyebrows, then you'd notice his short blonde hair and green eyes. He stopped dead in his traces waiting for the person who had called him to come up to him. The man who had called his name finally made his way through the crowd. A tall, but not overly tall, short brown haired man with glasses, which laid on his nose, appeared in front of him. It was one of his teacher, also an Austrian.

"I'd like to talk to you in my room." The young Brit followed the Austrian without question, figuring it wasn't about anything bad.

The teacher pulled out his chair and sat down, telling Arthur to do the same thing with his chair. The Austrian interloped his finger together and rested his nose on top of them.

"We are having an exchange student next week." He began again after his cough "Since he is not coming in at the start of the year, like the others, we do not have time to show him around the school and explain things." This school was a boarding school and had numerous amounts of exchange students in it, but most came in at the start of September, not the end. "So, we need you to do that for us." The Austrian didn't look like he'd take no for an answer and not like Arthur cared that much, he'd get a day off school.

Arthur nodded "I'll do so."

"Good," He got up off of his seat and said "He's the brother of one of your roommates so he will staying in your room." Arthur hadn't known that any of his roommates had a brother, except the small Italian, but his brother was already attending this school. He hadn't known his roommates for very long, well except one, and didn't know much about them, but still, he thought he'd at least hear someone mention that.

"You can be off now." The Austrian shooed him out of his room.

[~..X..~]

The week had past and the only information Arthur could get on the new kid was that he was one of his roommate's brothers. He never bothered to ask any of his roommates if they had a brother, which wasn't a very smart idea.

Arthur stood outside the school in the driveway waiting for the car, which had the new student in it, to pull up. The bell had not rung yet and people were scattered across the open court yard (Which really wasn't a court yard, but they had just given it that name because there was a line of trees following the driveway which gave the feeling of a court yard).

Eventually the bell had rung and everyone made their way to class...except Arthur. After ten minutes of being alone he finally gave up and sat down on the stairs behind him. He wished he had anything to chew on. Gum, pencil, hell even a leaf! but he was stuck his grinding his teeth out of boredom. After about an hour he was really starting to believe that the new student wasn't going to show up, until he had seen a small black taxi drive up the driveway out of the corner of his eye. He shot up and dusted himself off. He walked up to the driveway waiting for the car to stop in front of him. He stood tall, but not in a threatening way, with his hands behind his back, like the way he was properly taught how to stand since day one. The taxi stopped in front of him. A million taughts ran through his head. Who was he? Where was he from? The door opened and Arthur cleared his throat.

"DUDE!" Well Arthur wasn't expecting that. The only thing that Arthur had seen before he was tackled was a ball of bright blonde hair. Whoever this guy was had tackled him almost causing him to fall backwards, but he had caught himself, by backing up, and the blonde was now pressed up against his body with the biggest, and tightest, hug he had ever felt. It took his breath away for a second. Arthur couldn't think of anything to say or even do. He just stood there in complete shock until he had let him go. Now that the exchange student was off of him he could actually see who he was.

"American." Arthur whispered to himself. How could he tell this? Well yelling out "DUDE!" when he first got out of the car helped him figure this out, but it was also his looks. Short blonde hair with sky blue eyes and thin black glasses. Bulky dark brown *bomber on and dark blue jeans. Oh and his big grin screamed American for Arthur.

Arthur stayed starring at the American, trying to figure out what to say. He was expecting a European...maybe even an Asian, but not an American.

"Name's Alfred F. Jones!" The American stuck out his hand and continued with his grin. Arthur gripped his hand and Alfred began to shake it up and down furiously. Alfred was so strong that it shook half of Arthur's body. "Arthur Kirkland." He managed to say while Alfred was still shaking his hand. Alfred eventually let go of the Brit's hand. Arthur slapped his two hands together, dusting them off. Alfred put his hands on his hips and looked around.

"Dude, this place has like green EVERYWHERE!" Alfred, obviously, had noticed the old vines which had grown up the side of the old, beaten down, building. "It's like something you'd see in like one of those fairytale kinda books!" Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Anyways," He coughed "I will be showing you around the school and explain everything, so if you have any questions, ask me." He turned around towards the school entrance and told Alfred to follow him.

"Oh," He turned around to face Alfred, who was still climbing the stairs. "first rule, no personal contact or displays of affection."

"Well that ain't fun! The world needs more love, dude!"

"'Ain't' IS NOT a word. It is, is not" Arthur corrected his language.

"Ok Mr. Grammar Nazi." Arthur shot a death glare at Alfred. "Second rule..."

[~..X..~]

After Arthur's lecture of using the word "Nazi", they entered the school and he had shown him around explaining somethings and answering Alfred's questions...although some of them were unrelated to school, such as "Haven't you wondered why the sky's blue? Why's the sky blue?" and "How does life work? Why are we alive?"... Arthur had to control himself from turning around and yell "SHUT UP YOU FUCKING WANKER!". Once he was done giving the tour of the school he brought him to the back side of the school.

"You take that path," he pointed to one of the, very many, paths "You get to the stables and the path that goes that way is the one that, eventually, leads to the ocean." He turned around "and then there's a whole bunch of other stuff you'll never use, so there's no need for me to tell you." Arthur really regretted excepting to take the exchange student. NEVER again was he doing this. Arthur rubbed his temples. "Now we have to go to the dorms." He turned around to the back doors of the school. "They're about less than ten minutes away by bus, but the busses are not working at this time of day, so we will have to walk there." He opened the door letting Alfred pass through first "It will be about less than forty minutes."

"FORTY MINUTES!" Alfred's jaw dropped. Arthur had a bad feeling.

After the hour and a half walk, which should have taken less than forty minutes but Arthur had to literally drag Alfred there, they were there. Arthur was breathing heavily and tried to catch his breath. Alfred may have looked skinny, but his weight was MUCH more than what he expected. Alfred, on the other hand, was perfectly fine.

"They're like totally HUGE!" Alfred spread his arms "Thanks bud!" He slapped Arthur on the back which made him fall head first into the ground. Arthur had to share a room with this...*yank? He was seriously going to kill him in his sleep.

"Com' on bud!" Alfred picked him up by the collar of his school uniform "You have to show me my room!" Arthur watched the American skip down the drive way.

"Fuck this." He said to himself.

While they made their way up to the third floor Arthur explained more rules to Alfred, which Arthur was pretty sure was going into one ear and right out the other. He also explained that they were sharing rooms, but failed to mention the several others.

Arthur opened up the room, with his key, revelling a jade green room. The room was a basic boring old English room with one large window in the corner, with a landing/bench underneath it. The first thing that Alfred noticed was the number of beds. six to be exact.

"Why are there six beds?" Alfred looked at Arthur. "Because we share rooms...six per room." Arthur told him. Alfred didn't look very happy.

Alfred's things were already placed on top of his bed. He only had one bag, although it was large. Alfred plopped down on the bed, making the old springs scream, and dug through his things.

"As soon as we get up we have to make our beds." Arthur sat down on his, which was right beside Alfred's "They must look exactly like that one," He pointed to one across the room "and no exceptions." The bed was like a military bed... maybe even more clean and organized. Alfred completely ignored Arthur, so he had given up and watched him unpack.

Every bed looked the same. White pillow, green and black blankets. Besides each one was a, black, nightstand and beside that was a black drawer to keep the clothes in. Not a single one had a speck of dust on it.

Alfred threw everything onto his bed, instead of neatly organizing it. This bothered Arthur so he took everything and placed it into the drawers. Neat and organized. That's how Arthur worked. By the time that Arthur was done he looked back at Alfred to see him chewing on some American candy bar. Arthur stood up, placed his hand on his hip and the other hand was pointed towards Alfred in the "Give it to me" gesture.

Alfred looked at him confused. "What?" He asked. "Rule number fifty-four," yes they were at fifty-four now "No candy at the dorms or in school." Alfred starred at him. "No." He didn't hesitate and continued to chew on it, unfazed. Arthur raised an (thick) eyebrow at him...only one though. "No." Alfred repeated. He was really starting to piss him off.

"Give me the bloody candy bar, now." Alfred smirked and shoved the rest of the bar in his mouth. Was Arthur allowed to beat him? He didn't care. "Give it up you bloody fuck!" He was going to prey open his head if he had to. Alfred shook his head and then wink and bolted for his life. Arthur chased after him for about an hour but finally gave up and went back to his room and laid on his bed cursing the American. A little while later he came back into their room and just laid there quietly.

[~..X..~]

Eventually school was over and everyone was making their way to their dorms. Arthur could hear the busses from outside stop and let out the loud students, although this unfazed Alfred from his deep sleep. Arthur stretched and fixed his hair then sat down with a book in front of his face waiting for his roommates. Arthur didn't really talk to any of his roommates. He barely knew anything about any of them...well except one, but he'd rather not have known him.

The door was being unlocked. The sound from it, surprisingly, woke Alfred up. The door creaked open, and one of his roommates stepped in.

"AL!" The sudden scream of Alfred's name made Arthur jerk his head towards the door. Why hadn't he realized it later? "MATTIE!" The American didn't even run across the room, he somehow managed to cross the room in less than a millisecond. Alfred did a flying-jump-hug and tackled the man at the door. "MATTIE!" He had now fallen to the floor and Alfred was on top of him. Matthew Williams was one of six roommates that Arthur had. He was almost a splitting image of Alfred, the only difference, in looks, was that Matthew's eye *color was slightly darker and he had one long curl of hair sticking out of his head. On the other hand their personalities were opposite. Matthew was quiet (barely talked, at that), calm, relaxed and the nicest person that anyone would have even met, while Alfred... Arthur hadn't even known him for a whole day and he knew that he was nothing like his bother. Wait wasn't Matthew Canadian? How was he Alfred's brother?

"Bro, you're killing me here. Please get off." Alfred stepped up off of him and dragged him up with him. They were now face to face...well almost. Alfred was 5'7, while Matthew was 5'6 and a half.

"What are you doing here? Visiting?" The Canadian was clearly confused and did not know the reason as to why his brother was there. Arthur thought that he'd at least know why he was there.

"He didn't tell you?"

"Who, what?" The other roommates passed them and made their way to their beds. Alfred, or even Matthew, hadn't notice them passing. A Frenchman, who had known Arthur since he was little...although they didn't like each other one bit, asked who the new, identical, blonde was. "Matthew's brother, apparently..." Arthur knew not to stop there, because the Frenchman would just continue with questions, so he explained everything that he knew.

"Father...he really didn't tell you?" Matthew shook his head. Alfred huffed a breath of air, indicating he was a bit mad. "I'm going to be attending school here with you!" Matthew's eyes popped and his jaw dropped "What! Really! Why!"

"I kicked out of my old school."

"Again?" Again? Alfred had been kicked out of school more than once? This got Arthur on edge, of course he tried not to show it by reading (or at least pretending to read) his book. Alfred shrugged. "Can't handle my *swagger!" He smirked.

Matthew walked over to his bed, which was on the other side of Alfred's, loosening his tie on the school uniform. Matthew sat on his bed and so did Alfred. They faced each other. "Did someone already show you around?" He tilted his head. Alfred nodded "This mean Brit did." He pointed behind himself. Arthur's head shot at him. Matthew laughed.

"I'm not mean! I'm not tolerant to idiots!" Arthur defended himself. "What ever happened to rule number twelve? 'Don't call your fellow classmates rude name'?" Alfred stuck his tongue out. "That rule doesn't count when we have idiotic Americans in our class."

The Frenchman laughed. "*Oh mon dieu, tu es une mauvais personne, Arthur." Matthew understood French, and spoke it fluently, so he was the only one that understood the whole sentence.

"Shut up Francis!" Arthur didn't understand what he said, but he knew it was against him.

"How do you know I'm American? *I could be Canadian like my bro over here." Alfred asked.

"Trust me I know."

"Ouch."

[~..X..~]

After their lovely conversation Alfred was introduced to the rest of the roommates. The Frenchman's name was Francis Bonnefoy. He was in the last year of school, only a year ahead of four of the rommates. He had wavey blonde hair that went down to his shoulders and blue eyes. Arthur warned him to try and not to talk to him much, Alfred answered back with "Don't need to worry about that.". One of the other roomates, who was also one year ahead, was a taller German man, with blonde, greased back, hair and blue eyes (Alfred started to wonder if everyone had blonde hair and blue eyes here), nammed Ludwig *Weillschmidt. And finally the last one was a small Italian man, who seemed a bit like a whimp and used the German as a personal body guard, with light brown hair (Finally) and amber eyes.

It was time for them to get ready for bed...this was the first time in a long time that Alfred had a bed time. Back in his country, when he lived with his father, he'd just come back home whenever and crash on the coach or his bed. They each took turns in the bathroom. When it came to Matthew's turn Alfred pushed him into the bathroom and locked the door.

"What are you doing?" Matthew, clearly, was very confused.

"Bro you got to get me out of here!" Alfred grabbed his brother by his shoulder. "I can't live here! We're out in the middle of nowhere!" That was true. The school was located just outside of Cornwall cape... never heard of that, eh? "There's like no lights, or traffic, or people, or like anything dude! And worst of all..." Matthew knew what his brother was going to say and said it with him "No McDonald's."

"See! You even miss it dude!" Alfred shook him. "No, I miss *Timmy's, but I'm still living."

"But I can't live here Mattie!" Alfred began sobbing. "I just can't!" Matthew sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll help." Alfred's expression changed from complete hopelessness to the happiest looking thing in the world. "REALLY!" Matthew nodded "I LOVE YOU BRO!" Alfred hugged him and made Matthew lose his breath for a second.

"We'll have to try and get you expelled again...again."

"Don't worry I'm already good at that!" Alfred smiled and gave his brother a thumbs up.

Star Notes

Bombers: The leather jackets worn by bombers during WWII. Has become popular in fashion and now you can buy them at stores.

Yank(ee): The rude term to call an American, or just a term to call Americans. Mainly used by British, Canadians and Australians.

Color: There are two ways of spelling the word "Color". The normal way, "Colour" and the American way "Color". I'm Canadian, but spell it "Color" because "Colour" reminds me of the French word "Couleur" and the rest of my sentence will come out French.

Swagger: Someone's style or how they present themselves.

French translation: Oh my god you're a horrible person, Arthur.

I could be Canadian: Some Americans try and disguise themselves as Canadians, especially in Europe, which normally works out because both Americans and Canadians use the same slang, look the same and have the same accents (for the most part).

Ludwig Weillschmidt: I didn't know Ludwig's last name so I stole Gilbert's, because they'll be cousins in this story.

Timmy's: Canadian slang for Tim Hortons.

Windy's Wonders

Introduction: Windy's Wonders is things that Windy (me) dose at the end of stories. It's kind of a author's notes, but sometimes talks about random things outside the story too.

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