Chapter 1

Arthur sat ready on the table, eating his breakfast cereals. He watched his siblings come and go. Alistair came down, a phone in his hand, Bridgette was drying her hair, Gavan was reviewing his test and Sean was eating with him. The house was a mess. Even through the noise of the TV blaring in the room - because Sean likes to watch TV in the morning - you could hear Alistair shout through it. It was his normal, everyday argument with his boss, debating about his work hours. Arthur was surprised that he wasn't fired yet from work.

Arthur finished his cereal, placed the bowl in the sink and ran upstairs. He still had time before going to school, his new school. A place where he would meet new people, the least kind of place he wanted. It didn't matter, he would be depicted as the weird one anyways and there wouldn't be much difference between his new and old school.

Although his new house did make a difference between his old one. His new house was in the suburbs, not in the forest just like his old one in England. They had a house near the borders of Scotland, which was nice for Alistair. He grew up half of his years in Scotland, moved to Wales, earned a new brother, moved to Ireland, received some twins and moved to England, where he was born. Their mom bought the nearest house in the border, so Alistair wouldn't have to travel far just to see his childhood friends.

His room was smaller than the one in England, but it was cozy. He managed to fit all his stuff that he brought from England, including his treasured, forest-green guitar. He always loved playing it, playing songs that his mother thought him. He smiled softly at the memory of his mother, which quickly turned into a frown. He tore his gaze away from the guitar, took a deep breath and sighed. He avoided crying for once, which was good.

He looked around the ground, searching for his brown messenger bag. It laid under the bed with the strap just peaking into the room. He picked it up, put all his book in and slung it over his shoulder. It was a bit heavy, but he could handle. He took his phone which was fully charged and tucked it in his pocket. He felt like he was good to go so he ran downstairs into more disaster.

Alistair and Sean were arguing over the remote, Bridgette seemed to have left already and Gavan was twitching. He looked like he was about to throw the book he held in his hands to the two arguing men. Arthur rolled his eyes, grabbed his lunch and said goodbye to them. Only Sean said goodbye to him back and told him to have a nice day of school while wrestling with Alistair.

While walking through the street he could see a few kids dressed like him. Must be from the same school, he figured.

It was only a fifteen-minute walk from his house his school. And during that time he wished he could turn back and run home, ask Alistair to buy a ticket for him and fly back to England, but his feet kept walking. It kept walking closer a new hell he would have to suffer years in. Judging from the looks given by kids that walked past by him he could already tell that he would not enjoy this year, let alone the rest of his time being.

Standing in front of the gates of his new school, he sighed and gulped nervously. His new school – World Academy – was a lot bigger than his old school, way bigger. It had four floors, four freaking floors; he heard there was a basement as well. He shivered at the thought of a school having a basement; it would be a haunted house, but school is a hell, so it would be a haunted hell.

He walked in, nervously biting his lip. He did his best to keep a straight face, to ignore the stares of every student that walks by. He tried to tune down their remarks of 'Hey a new kid!'. He tried to avoid conversation, eye contact, skin contact, any possible humane contact he can make. In general he tried to ignore the outside world, isolating himself in his mind. He didn't feel like dealing with anyone right now and wanted this hellish day over. He wanted to go to class, introduce, class, introduction, break, class, more classes, lunch, more classes and day ends. He wanted to go home already the minute he stepped into the building. More glances shot at his direction, more murmuring about 'the new kid' and more noise. Also the hallway smelled like cheese, French cheese. He can recognize it because of it's horrible stench, and he hates French cheese, making it even worse.

He walked through crowds of people, looking down at his printed schedule to see where his first class would be. English-214. He groaned, folded the paper and tucked it in his pocket. He had to walk two flights of stairs for his first ever class in this disgusting school. People ran down the stairs, ran up the stairs and slid down the railing and getting possible injuries at the end of it. He snickered softly, hearing the wail of someone who just slid past him. This school was full of idiots.

Finally finding classroom 214 he stepped in. He was greeted with a more intenser smell of French cheese. He looked around and there he is, the source of this horrendous stank. He held his breath and walked into the back of the class, his favorable place to sit in. He sat down and sighed. His first class and he already wanted to jump out of window and escape from this shitty reality.

A little guy walked to his table, his eyes surprisingly closed. Arthur was impressed with how he bounced around with his eyes closed. Following him was a buff, tall man. His muscles were seen through the fabric of his shirt, clearly outlined. Arthur wondered if this was for show or he was unlucky. Either way he could make a girl's pants wet in one minute and gay men hard. He looked tired, too, which Arthur related with him. Guess he had someone to talk about this crap called school.

"Hello! You must be new here, ve?" Italian, he could hear his accent. He nods, then looked at the buff guy. He sighed. "Sorry to intrude." He apologized. He was German, he could tell. Then the disgusting Frenchman came to his table and flipped his long, blond hair. "A new student, non?" He said. Arthur had to use every single willpower in him not to punch his stupid-looking frog face. "Hello." He greeted, before ducking under the table to get his books from his bags.

"Oh! So he can speak!" The Italian said

"Of course he can!" The German sighed, followed by an 'ow ow ow' from the Italian.

Arthur placed his books on the table, the Frenchman left, which was good. The Italian was still here though, along the German. "What's your name?" He asked.

"Arthur." He replied. "Arthur Kirkland."

"Ve~ My name's Feliciano and this is Ludwig, he's German!" He exclaimed the last part. Arthur rolled his eyes, luckily unnoticed by the two. He put a forced smile on his face. "I've noticed."

"You did? Wow!" He said, shocked. Arthur nearly snickered by Feliciano's stupidity.

More people piled into the classroom, making the two leaving him alone in the corner. He sighed in relief and took out his phone. Two missed texts.

"Hey, How's yer school"

"Horrible."

"You'll get used to it"

"I wish"

"Dinner's in the fridge, only Sean will be here when you come back. His school starts tomorrow apparently." Arthur groaned, wishing he could be Sean just for this damn day.

The teacher stormed in, dumped his books on his desks and looked strictly around with his strict face. Arthur wanted to avoid getting his phone confiscated on the first day.

"I gotta go, class"

"Good luck out there"

"If I had good luck" He turned off his phone and shoved it in his pocket, just in time when the teacher was already shouting at some students to turn in their phones.

The next class wasn't so horrible, neither was the one after that. The teachers were nice, they didn't scream like his English teacher. Either way now he would like to enjoy his short break. The rooftop was packed, so he went downstairs in the gardens, it was less busy here. Yet Arthur disliked the idea of sitting next to someone he didn't know. And these someones were loud people chattering about cats. So he ventured further into the school, somewhere that was some time he finally found his spot, under a shade beside the building. The breeze was soothing, calming his stressed out mind.

He sat down on the stone ground and ate his biscuits. He looked around, watching some guys playing football – It's called soccer here – and was tempted to jump in and join the game. He wanted to kick some of their asses. Back at home he was great at it, he was in the best youth team of England. Sometimes he traveled to other cities to play football matches. But here he is now, school, no member of any football club and still a virgin and he was only 15. Damn his bloody family for forcing them to move.

Back in class, he had no place to sit in the back corner, so he took the first free table he could find. He hoped to sit alone though, but his wish was cursed the moment an obnoxious American drunkenly walked in. He crossed fingers, hoping he would sit somewhere else, but there was no somewhere else, only this else, beside him. He groaned when he sat beside him, shouting to his friends in front of us. Then he turned to Arthur and nearly yelled at him. "Hey! What's your name" Arthur looked at him, forced a smile and replied. "Arthur."

"Wow! Cool name! My name's Alfred F. Jones! The F stands for freedom by the way." Arthur mentally rolled his eyes, trying to hide his obvious annoyance. "Does it really mean freedom?" He asks, immediately regretting it. His eyes sparkled and grinned. "Of course it is! Because I will free America some day!" He exclaimed. Arthur wished for the teacher to walk in, now, at this bloody moment just to spare him from wasting any air on this idiot. "How will you free America? Isn't it already free?" He shook his head no. "America is still tangled with non-freedom," Non-freedom, how creative, he thought. "You see, people still cannot live freely in this non-free country" He stood up, catching the attention of others. Some already knew what he would say and turned away, some continued to watch him. "You see, people cannot be gay without being judged," Arthur could swear a single teardrop was in the corner of his eye. Now that he was looking at his eyes he noticed that they were blue, sky blue, ocean blue, whatever blue but it was clear and it was flashing.

Alfred didn't notice the teacher walking in the classroom and continued his speech. "With my power and the help of others, I can free my proud country from it's evil non-freedomness-"

"Mr. Jones, it's nice that you are holding a speech about your future but please, for now sit down and listen to mine." Alfred looked at the teacher embarrassed and sat down, smiled sheepishly at the teacher and nodded. "Yes, ma'am"

Class was boring as hell. Arthur had to distract himself from falling asleep on his first day of his new school, just to avoid nicknames he'd have to suffer the rest of the year. Seems like Alfred was doing the same. He was chewing on his pencil, tapped with his fingers and feet, looked around, doodled on paper, sneaked his phone, pretended as if he was reading, et cetera et cetera. Arthur was surprised that he wasn't caught yet by the teacher. Back in England he could never do those thing's Alfred was doing now. The minute his eyes drifted off he was called by the teacher, get embarrassed and have to suffer the rest of the day being teased by his classmates.

Finally, after his last class of the day he can be free. But his happiness didn't last long and soon faded by the sight of the loud American from his class. He waved at him and ran to him, walking next to him. Arthur tried not to look at him, exchange words with him and continued walking. He started blabbing question after question.

"You're new here, right?"

"What's your favorite sport?"

"What do you like?"

"Where do you live?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Yes soccer drinking tea none of your business England." He answered in one sentence, no stops. Alfred gasps then bounced around. Damn is he the most hyperactive person he has ever met in his life. "Yes Yes yes Yes!" He exclaimed happily, Arthur didn't know why. He decided to ignore him and continued walking.

"By the way, this is Matthew" Arthur looked Alfred and saw who he was pointing at. He swore he has never seen him here. "What- When-" He raised an eyebrow, questioning his sudden appearance. Matthew hid behind Alfred, who patted him in his back. "He gets that a lot. Anyways he's my brother!" Now that Arthur looks at them they do look very similar. "Twins?" He shook his head. "Adoptive brother, we get that a lot." He smiled. He always smiled. Arthur wondered why, why was he even hanging out with him? He was known as weird, introverted, freak. He didn't know that yet, he guessed.

Alfred turned right and said goodbye, Arthur ignored him and continued walking.

Finally home, he greeted Sean and ran upstairs. He dropped on his bed, tired and miserable just like this morning. He grabbed his phone and checks Alistair's texts.

"Hey, how ya there? I'm at work, text ya later lad."

"Hey, Bridgette told me that she has leftover scones. You can eat it."

"Aye, I've heard your school is the strangest in the city, be careful."

He dropped his phone on the floor, not bothering to reply to him. So his school is strange, that's great. That's totally fine for him. The fact that his school is abnormal he now knows that students that attends it are too, not that it hasn't been proven on this day.

He changed his clothes and went downstairs, grabbed a scone and sat beside Sean. He was flipping through channels.

"How was it."

"Terrible." He crossed his arms.

"That's school for ya." He turned off the TV and sighed. He stood up and grabbed his coat. "I'm going out, make sure the door is closed, do not answer any phone calls unless it's us and don't open the door." Arthur rolled his eyes. "Yes dad, I'm still a little six-year-old kid." He stuck his tongue out. Sean snickered and closed the door.

Arthur heard Alistair's voice from downstairs, yelling again. He sighed, went downstairs only to see what chaos his siblings are. The fact they were drunk made it worse, beer bottles were scattered all over the table and floor. Alistair and Gavan arguing over pointless things. Arthur's eyes fell on Sean, who mouthed help me. Arthur shook his head and walked back upstairs.

Arthur put on his headphones and increased the volume to max just to tune out the noise downstairs. Music calmed him, but he wished he changed his playlist, because it was playing a lot of Celtic songs his mother played to him. Tears trickled down his face without him knowing. Slowly cried himself to sleep, embracing the next horrible day.

Hi! How are you?

So this is my first Fanfiction on this website (More on wattpad) and I'd like to see how it would turn out. I hope you liked it, by the way! Also if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes please name it, I'd be happy to fix it. :)