a/n: Hiii, sorry this story will be on hiatus for a while, I've been busy with summer homework (I know, I have summer homework. It's sad.) By the way, what do you guys think of Free! Iwatobi Swim Club. I just recently watched the entire first season and it was so good omg like I want more but I have to wait two more days for the second episode and I don't think I can wait that long. Anyways, sorry that I have to put this story on hiatus.

Chapter 1: Arriving

A train came to a complete stop, and the passengers inside quickly shuffled out and strode to the sickeningly boring train station. The station was gloomy; there were barely any signs of artistic architecture that one would find in the King's Cross Station, thus was a sign that this particular station was found in a small town. A man with prominent bushy eyebrows with a cell phone latched onto his ear walked towards the lobby; he did not seem as though he was from the area. His heavy English accent was a dead giveaway, for example, which was easily distinguished, granted that he was talking rather loudly on the phone.

"Yes mum, I'm here. Mum, don't cry. This is all for the future. I know that it's far from home; hell, it's across the Atlantic, but I cannot get a better deal than this, mother. Yes, I know, the bloody children will be prissy and privileged. Bye mum,"

He sighed and walked towards the guide; he then asked the woman behind the screen, "How do I get to W Academy?"

The woman nearly fainted since the English accent was just too sexy. Fidgeting and stammering, she taciturnly said, "You walk straight for two blocks, Mr.," she looked at the name on his bag, "Kirkland. You can't really miss it,"

He gave her a quick smile and his gratitude, walked out of the train station, and followed the woman's orders. After about five minutes, he found the shining ebony gates of W Academy; he gazed at the splendor in front of him. The school was huge, the front yard itself looked endless. It was a beautiful school that housed students whose riches could possibly pay off the United States' debt when combined. The guard near the gates stared at him, silently questioning him for his intentions, to which Arthur showed him his appointment slip; he was then swiftly transported via car to the principal's office.

"I could get used to this," Arthur pondered.

~xxxxx~

"W Academy is a fine school, Mr. Kirkland," the muscular and rather scary principal with icy blue eyes said, "and I am glad to welcome you to our school. My name is Ludwig; I do not like people knowing my last name; therefore, you will not question it, and you will call me Ludwig. Finally, I prefer an orderly school, and as a teacher, it is your responsibility to keep order in your classroom, so please do so, or I will be very unhappy. Do I make myself clear?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

Ludwig smirked, "Good. Now, come with me. I have appointment with the superintendent, so I will leave your orientation to my secretary, Feliciano Vargas,"

"But I'm-ah hungry, Ludwig!" Feliciano said, rather scared of the man in front of him.

"Feli!"

~xxxxx~

"So, you're from England? That's really nice! I'm-ah from Italia~"

"Yes, I just transferred here from Bristol,"

"Do they have pasta in Bristol?"

"Yes they do, Feliciano, it's quite deli—,"

"We're here!"

"Thank you for helping me find my classroom, Feliciano. It's very nice to meet you,"

"Call me Feli! And-ah no problem Arthur. Good luck on your first day tomorrow! Oh and about Ludwig's last name, me and-ah the other teachers are in this competition to see who can figure it out first! Don't tell anyone this, but I think it starts with a B! Ciao~"

~xxxxx~

Arthur woke up extra early in the morning and started his commute towards W Academy. However, he was feeling rather peckish, so he stopped by the local café and ordered a large cup of Earl Grey paired with a blueberry muffin to begin his morning. He sat down on his seat and started rummaging his bag for a book, after all, gentlemen had to have books in their bag to seem worldly and intelligent, and after all, Arthur is a (self-proclaimed) gentleman. However, he did not have his usual English masterpieces; instead, he only had one book, titled, Les Miserables; the French words absolutely disgusted Arthur, as do anything French. He only carried the book because he planned on jesting his students today by assigning a literary analysis on this novel. He smiled at his cleverness and took a small sip from his tea. As he sipped his tea, he noticed a pair of gorgeously blue spectacled eyes staring at him; the man who those eyes belonged to was rather dashing as well. His hair was wild, a single piece in the back defied gravity, and how Arthur longed to grab that hair vehemently as he and the stranger performed rather inappropriate actions. His perverted thoughts were stopped when he noticed the bespectacled man had strolled towards him and started introducing himself.

"Hi, my name is Alfred. I like hamburgers and everything America. One time I saw this person fall on poop in this YouTube video; oh my God, it was the funniest thing ever. Anyways, what's your name?"

Arthur was rather shocked at his directness. Usually, he would rebuff any advances from pretty boys who are only pretty when quiet, but he can't seem to reject this interesting fellow.

"A-Arthur,"

"Cool accent dude. So, why are you reading that French nonsense?"

"No reason at all. I notice my hatred for France is a commonality,"

"Yeah, anyways, I notice you're an Oxford graduate?"

"How'd you know? That's impressive of you,"

"Dude it's not that hard, considering you have a pretty huge ass class ring on your left hand," he laughed obnoxiously. Usually, this would further turn Arthur off, but why can't he just leave? He wanted to talk to and insult this person for hours, and they have just met two minutes ago.

"And why were your just looking at my hand?"

"Duh, needed to check if you were married? So, you must be pretty smart then," Alfred retorted, and Arthur blushed at his comment.

"I don't really think so. I'm an English major, after all," the Englishman stated, showing his self-deprecating nature.

"No way dude! I love English, more specifically, Creative Writing! I love writing about superheroes and shit like that,"

Arthur grinned, his bushy eyebrows raising in amusement, "I see you're rather eloquent,"

"Only in writing, heh,"

"So…"

It wasn't even a few milliseconds later when Alfred jumped on Arthur and started passionately kissing him. Arthur was surprised, but gladly returned the kiss and led both of them towards the boy's bathroom. Alfred stopped his kissing and stared at Arthur's emerald eyes lustfully. Arthur stared back, getting lost in Alfred's sapphire orbs. Thoroughly drowning in each other's eyes, they maintained eye contact as they copulated for the next hour or so, their sweaty bodies writhing in rhythm under the fluorescent lights and their passionate moans encompassing the entirety of the bathroom.

Once they finished, Arthur realized that he was late to his planned arrival to the school; he does not like to get behind schedule. He quickly apologized to Alfred, stating that he had to be somewhere, as he put his (thankfully) clean clothes back on, and he then gave Alfred a quick peck and wrote his number on the strange boy's hand. Alfred did not even notice his scribbling, still in ecstasy due to the events of the past hour. Fifteen minutes later, Alfred got dressed and checked his watch. It was 7:15 AM.

"I guess it's time to go to school now,"

~xxxxx~

Alfred sneaked inside his dorm through the window, knowing that he was very well out of curfew. However, he was not afraid of getting caught; he lived in a single dorm, perks of being the son of the superintendent of the school, and could easily sneak in and out of his dormitory to go eat breakfast at the local café. He figured that eating breakfast with his classmates is rather banal, so why not go out and find interesting people? He had the body to catch people's attentions (although he believes that he has been gaining weight lately), and who wouldn't be weak to his charming smile and gleeful aura? Things have been lazy at his school anyways; no drama between the international students has erupted as of late, so Alfred had plenty of reasons to ditch early in the morning just to see the world, or rather, the small town.

Whistling from happiness, he changed into his school uniform; the blue jacket rivaled with his lighter, yet just as deep, blue eyes, and he thought that the plaid pants were rather smashing.

"Uh oh, am I using British slang now?" he mused to himself and cackled delightedly. Arthur was not like anyone he has ever flirted with in his daily escapades outside of school; first, he actually did it with him, and second, Arthur was actually interesting. The man has not left his mind at all; Alfred can still feel his warmth and smell his smell, and he can still imagine those bushy eyebrows of his expressively scrunched together as Arthur moaned in pure nirvana. Alfred blushed and quickly strode towards his first class, English. He sat in the middle of the class, since he is the "center of attention" and placed his phone on the desk. It started vibrating, and he checked the screen; it was his friend Antonio.

"Have you met the new teacher yet!? He's muy bonito! Ay papi!"

Alfred chuckled but immediately stopped when he heard a familiar English accent,

"Hello everybody, I'm your new English teacher. My name is Mr. Kirkla—,"

Arthur stopped talking when he detected those familiar spectacled eyes, which were staring right back at him.

"Holy shit,"

~xxxxx~

A/N: Yey, there's my shot at Hetalia fanfiction. [: I am rather proud of this one, considering that I haven't written anything ever since the AP exam frqs (ugh); however, as I keep reading through it, I feel like everything's rushed. Sadalyfe. Any tips on how to maybe slow it down a bit? Or is the rushing feeling just me? I am planning on continuing this 'cause I have a subplot I wanna write which has to deal with Ludwig's last name DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN. Anyways, please review :D