"I'm tireeeeed," Alfred whined as he waited for Arthur. The stupid bitch literally pulled him out of bed while he was sleeping.

"Pipe down, will you?" snapped the Brit named Arthur. "Give me just a bit longer okay? I really want you to see this…"

"UGGGGGGGHHHHH-"

"Alright hush now, I've found it," said the other excitedly. Alfred saw that he was holding two envelopes; one that was already opened, and the other was still sealed. "Guess where these came from," he said, flashing the envelopes inches away from Alfred's face on the word 'these'.

"I don't know," he said desperately. "Did you really wake me up at 2:00 in the morning for a letter? Can't it wait until tomorrow?"

"No!" he said annoyingly, green eyes flashing dangerous for a second, then returning back to its glittering excitement. "Can you just open it? Pleaaaaaaaase Al?" he begged, adding the old nickname for good measure.

Don't fall for it, he thought to himself. Don't look at his eyes.

But he betrayed himself as he took a small glance toward the smaller teen. He and Arthur had been best friends since they were seven, thus (in his mind) the explanation of why he was so fond of the Britain. Now that he was fifteen, however, he discovered that he had developed a huge crush on his best friend; which is why he had a soft spot for when he begged, and also why he has dealt with all his interests (although Arthur had dealt with his obsession with SpongeBob, Homestuck and My Little Pony… and Doctor Who was a pretty awesome show). He let out a losing sigh.

"Fine," he huffed as he snatched the sealed envelope from him. Man, the last time he was this excited was when he went to that comic-con near Matthew's place cosplayed as Sherlock. And besides, he should probably open it now. He did not get up this early and wait for nothing.

On the envelope, which was slightly heavy and most likely to be made of some sort of parchment, was written in smooth green penmen ship was the address:

To Mr. Alfred Freedom Jones,

8675 Hamburger Street

Largest Bedroom, on the Top Floor

"Okay, how does it know where I sleep?" he asked, getting slightly unnerved out at the accuracy of the address. "And if it's for me, how did you-"

"Just open it!" hissed Arthur urgently.

Alfred turned it over, finding a seal that included a lion, snake, badger, and raven surrounding the letter 'H'. "You're kidding me," Alfred asked sourly. He gave the other a look that purely said 'Really?' "You woke me up at two in the frickin' morning for our school letters!? Again!? Dude, you did this last year! And the year before that, and in our second and third years! I don't even want to remember when we first were admitted to Hogwarts!" he said shivering at the memory.

When Arthur and Alfred had first gotten their letters at the age of eleven, Arthur, to say the least, went berserk. He called Alfred around 11:40-ish, and demanded that he come to the dense forest; which is where the two usually hung out. He insisted that it was immensely important that he came, and begged until Alfred could not resist any longer. After sneaking out of his house to avoid waking his parents(and the cat and dog), he met Arthur at the spot. Arthur told the other how an owl came to his window, and how it said that he had been accepted to a school named Hogwarts; a school for witches and wizards, and how that was the reason he saw unicorns, fairies, trolls, pirates, and, his all-time favorite; flying mint bunnies; and how all the other school children were wrong and that he wasn't crazy. He went on and on, his bright green eyes sparkling and shining in the darkness. They might as well have been emeralds by the way they glittered when he found out that he had also got a letter.

He was so cute back then, he thought to himself.

The thick browed boy shrugged with a small 'what can you do?' smile. "Well, you know how I get when the letters come."

"Yeah," he replied, and just to make him happy, he added; "No shit, Sherlock." He was replied with a series of high pitched squeals. After Arthur had calmed down enough, the other asked, "Can I stay here for the night? It's your fault that I'm here."

"Yeah sure, go ahead, I'll sleep on the couch," he answered, giggles dying down. "Are you hungry? I could probably make you som-"

"NO," Alfred answered automatically. Arthur was a really, really terrible cook. He once set water on fire. How the fuck is that even possible?! "And- I'll sleep on the couch," he added "It's your room, after all."

"Nah, I'll be fine, besides I don't want to be woken up by you because you saw a ghost or something."

"Shut up," Alfred said, both knowing his love-hate relationship with horror movies and how easily scared he gets. "And either both of us are sharing this bed, or I could sleep on that couch" he said gesturing toward the bed and couch that was located down the hallway.

"Then I guess we're sleeping together!" he said, with a sassy neck roll and hip cock; but he broke out into a grin. "You are not going to give up are you?" he asked jokingly, arms folded across his chest, eyes studying him.

"Nope," he replied.

After a few moments of silence, Arthur gave in. "If it can't be helped," he said. And as Alfred walked out of the other's room with pillows and blankets, he heard Arthur call out; "Night, Love."

"Night," he replied, slightly disappointed that he could not have shared the bed with Arthur.

~LE MAGIC TIME SKIP~

Alfred had just passed through the barrier to get to platform 9¾ at King's Cross Station, pushing his trolley across the station, he searched for one of his schoolmates; or Arthur, which would be better.

"Kesesesesese- Yo Al!" called a voice behind him. Alfred whipped around; he would recognize that voice anywhere. "Gil!" he called back. A silver haired, red eyed albino appeared from the slightly thick crowd. Gilbert was an East German, Gryffindor sixth year who hung out with all the younger students; mainly the ones only a year behind like Alfred himself. Following behind was Antonio and Francis, his best friends, who are known as the 'bad touch' or 'bad friends' trio.

Alfred paid no notice to the other teens as he asked, "How've you been Gilbert?"

"Awesome as usual. You?" he asked, with his same-as-always cockiness.

"Still getting nowhere with Arthur, no?" Francis asked smugly.

Alfred shot him a look. Francis and Alfred are both in their fifth year, and they did not get along. Francis was a 15 year old, French prep with long, wavy blond hair and blue eyes. Him and Arthur both belonged in the Slytherin house and rarely got along, but (which annoyed Alfred to no limit) when the two teamed up, they made an unstoppable duo. He was fine with the relationship… until he found out the French teen had his eyes set on Arthur as well. Ever since then the two had been rivals. Alfred gave Francis a smile before saying; "Yeah, but I'm still one step ahead, frog."

Francis gave him an evil glare, and before he could shoot back a remark, Gilbert told the other teen, "Hey Antonio," he addressed. The other looked over. Antonio was also in his fifth year, and was a Spaniard with brown hair and green eyes. He belonged to the Hufflepuff house. "Just saw Lovino with Feli and Luddy," he told him. Antonio, who was in the same house as Lovino,(an Italian fifth year who had a mouth) and had also been dating him for about a year, gasped and sprinted in the direction his lover was located. Soon after, he heard a large crash and a voice yelling: "BASTERDO! YOU KNOCKED MY STUFF OVER! HELP ME PICK IT UP, IDIOTA!"

"I should go check on them," Gilbert said worriedly. "Plus, I have to stay with Ludwig, little bros, you know?" he said while walking away.

"Heh, heh, yeah, see you at the feast!" he called to the Prussian as he merged with the crowd. 'Speaking of brothers,' he thought, 'Where's Matt-'

"There you are," a voice called. He turned around.

Arthur forced himself and his trolley through the crowd with Matthew, Alfred's younger brother (who was in his fourth year), close behind.

"Hey Iggy," Francis cooed. Holy shit, Alfred forgot about him.

"Fuck you, frog," Arthur spat back. 'Iggy' was a nickname Francis came up with back in their first year, when he first heard Arthur's accent.

Francis faked a look of shock and embarrassment. "Arthur!" he cried, "You naughty boy! We are in a public place! Think about the children!" he said, gesturing toward Matthew. "I know you want me, but please restrain yourself! How about after the feast okay? Maybe if you really beg, we could find an empty compartment. How does that sound mon chere?"

Both Arthur and Matthew (who was unfortunately close enough to hear the conversation), had both turned pink and had looks of utter shock and embarrassments on their faces. The only difference was that Matthew didn't crack his knuckles and glare at the French prep.

Francis ignored this and turned his attention toward Matthew. "Hey Mattie, you look as cute as usual, no?" he asked.

"Ummm...u-ummm…" Matthew quietly stuttered, turning a deeper shade of pink. Matthew was very shy, and because of this, not many notice him, so when others speak to him, he's caught off guard and gets flustered. The only people Matthew talk to is Alfred and his pet polar bear Kumajiro (which the headmaster was kind enough to let him bring). Alfred grabbed his brother by the shoulders and pulled him away from Francis.

"Don't even get near Mattie, frog," he told the other, while still holding his brother, ignoring his small whispers of "Al! Al, let go!" He continued on, "He's just a ki-"

"I'm only a year younger than you!" he hissed, trying to escape.

"Shut up- so, yeah, he's just a kid, he's way too young to lose his petals just yet."

"ALFRED!" Arthur yelled at him.

"AL!" Matthew said turning crimson.

Francis broke into full laughter. In the background, Alfred heard a train whistle.

"We gotta get going," he said, releasing his hold on Matthew (who gave him a deadly glare, then scuttled away).

"Well, come on then," Arthur said impatiently, who was already a few feet away and began to speed walk toward the train.

"Hey, wait up!" Alfred called, running to catch up to the other, leaving Francis behind. When they were at the door, the two lifted their trunks on board the train and walked down the hallway to find an empty compartment.

"No. No. Yeeee-no," Arthur said, checking the compartments. "Goodness, we should have came sooner, no. No. Nnn- Hey there's Kiku!" he said, pointing at one.

"Hey Kiku, you mind if we sit here? All the others are full," the Brit asked the other teen in it. The one named Kiku looked up and nodded. Kiku was a short and quiet Japanese student who was part of the Ravenclaw house. He had short black hair and brown eyes that were always serious, and, apparently, the new Ravenclaw Prefect, based on the yellow and black badge on his chest.

"Hey," Alfred asked. "Aren't you supposed to be in the Prefects' compartment?"

Kiku looked up from the manga he was reading. Now he remembered why he liked him: Kiku had gotten Alfred into manga and anime. His all-time favorite was Naruto. Nothing was more badass then the Jonin and Chunin and sometimes even the Genin of the Konohamaru village. He still knew all the Jutsus and everything.

"I didn't want to," he said simply.

"Huh," Alfred replied.

"How are things with Heracles?" Arthur asked. Heracles was also a Ravenclaw in their year. He had a sleepy aura to him and had a huge love for cats. The two were best friends, but the problem was that Kiku had developed a liking to him and hasn't caught on. Also, (but Kiku doesn't know this) Kiku's other friend; a Turkish Slytherin boy Alfred didn't know too well, was interested in Kiku. And then counting the fact that the Heracles and the other did not get along at all. Alfred remembered how the two and Kiku were walking down the hall, arguing, and how the Greek showed off his 'sexy cat ears' that Kiku got him, and how the Turk got jealous so he boasted about how much Kiku loved to sight see in his home country, and how he stays over sometime. At the end of all this, Kiku had tried to lighten the mood by showing them the pull-off-your-finger trick, but this made it worse because they both freaked the fuck out and actually thought he pulled his thumb off.

'Why is it that nearly everyone I know is gay or Bi?' Alfred thought to himself. Not that it was a bad thing; it actually helped him in so many situations he couldn't even count. Granted, they were strange situations, but never less it helped. He got away with sooooo many detentions and deducted House Points because of his friends.

"F-fine," he stuttered not meeting Arthur's eyes. Arthur, who knew he wanted to be alone, so he turned the conversation toward Alfred. "So, you're ready to lose another season to us?"

"Start bragging when you've won the House Championship," Alfred replied. Alfred was a chaser for the Grffindor House Quidditch team, while Arthur was the seeker for Slytherin. In every match against Slytherin, Gryffindor always lost horribly (but the house still managed to earn more House points than the other). It wasn't that Alfred was a bad player: it was just when he played Slytherin. Seeing Arthur; hair windblown, sweating and panting in his emerald robes, with a determined glitter in his eye…it just… it just drove him nuts! If he got his way, at the end of the match, he would have grabbed the Brit in his arms, forgetting about the crowd, and give him a mind-blowing kiss. That would show Francis.

Of course he couldn't do that because his team would be beating the crap out of him, and by the time he escaped, Arthur would be long gone with his team which included Francis( who joined the team after overhearing Arthur telling how he would love to join), celebrating.

The two carried on, making playful insults at each other, and Kiku who came out of his shell later on, until they saw darkness falling. After putting on their robes, the two westerners had admired Kiku's drawings, listened to his out-of-character rant about hands and feet, and were just learning how to draw manga from their 'Sensei' when a unwanted guest came.

"Iggy," Francis called. Alfred heard a low groan behind him. He wasn't too sure if it came from Arthur, Kiku, or both. Kiku and Francis got along well enough, but according to Kiku, he was slightly annoyed at the Frenchman because of when he invited Kiku to stay over and sight-see, nearly everything was closed. When the two had traveled to the art museum, the workers were on strike, so they decided to go elsewhere, but they couldn't use public transportation because bus and train workers were on strike. Kiku, who was done taking pictures of monuments, and was growing sick of the smell of cigarettes, suggested that they get a hotel because it was late; but after they dragged their buts to the nearest hotel(which was a quarter of a mile away), they found that the hotel was also on strike. They couldn't go back to Francis's house because it was over 2 miles away, so they had to find this cheap motel room for the night, where there was an electricity strike, and soon all they were left with was a floating faucet, and a teapot boiling on the stove, until there was the water and electricity strike. Then they didn't have shit. When they had traveled back to his mother's in the morning, she shouted at Francis because he didn't call or leave her a note that they would be gone. Then, after hearing their experience, scolded her son because this was the time of the month where there were many strikes, and should have looked on the calendar (because in France they apparently tell when certain strikes happen).

Talk about a shitty summer, he thought when he heard this story.

Francis leaned in between Arthur and himself to look at their drawings. As a little drawing prompt, Kiku suggested that they all draw themselves in Fem-form or as females (mainly because they were easier to draw). Surprisingly, the two westerners were not too bad; their drawings looked just more than average (although Alfred's was slightly better because he used to draw manga when he was obsessed with Naruto).

"This is really good," Francis said, pointing at Arthur's drawing. 'Alice' (Arthur's apparent female name) had blond hair similar to Arthur's, and was styled into two pigtails,glasses, and wore a cute dress with an apron.

Arthur, taken off that he had been given a complement, widened his eyes and turned a dusty pink. How come I couldn't make him act like that? Alfred thought. He swore he saw Francis shoot him a look that said; You jelly bro?

Kiku (using his magic powers to read the mood) tried to help restore the feeling before Francis came in by nervously asking; "A-ano…. Francis-san, ahh, may I ask why you came into our compartment?"

Francis looked over at the other, and gave a warm smile. "I was planning on telling Arthur that we're about 10 minutes from the school."

All three teens were surprised that time flew that fast, but Arthur, who looked the most surprised, said in his famous I-obviously-knew-that-because-I'm-British-voice; "Of course I knew that, you frog. We all knew. We were just starting to straighten up till you started to barge in," he told the other. Francis shrugged with a smirk and left the compartment, but not without turning around in the doorway and addressing Alfred for the first time.

"I think the odds are finally in my favor this year, Alfred. Don't you agree?" he asked slyly. And with that, he closed the door.

"What's that supposed to mean? Quidditch?" asked Arthur, giving him a questioning look. "Isn't that a quote from the Hunger Games?"

Alfred stored his anger and shrugged. "No idea," he said, beginning to join Kiku in cleaning up.

A/N: Thank you very much for reaching the end of the chapter! *bows* I actually have much more written, but I wanted to see if I should continue on or not(this is the first time I am posting so I am actually quite nervous), so please review if it is not too much of a problem... "=w= But back to the story... I plan to try to ship UsUk into this, and possibly some FrUk because...well, oh COME ON, their both pretty good ships "w. Many thanks once again for reading, and please critique my work!

Sayonara~

Ai-Sensei