Hey guys. This is my first published Songfic! yay! Flames welcome.
I do not own Hetalia or Evanescence.
The sharp trill of a school bell broke through the soporific silence that invariably surrounds a school during the last lesson of the day. With a cheer, students streamed out of the gates. Among them was a certain blond haired, green eyed boy. But his stance - tense, stiff-legged and arms swinging rigidly at his sides - betrayed that he did not quite share the euphoria of the others. In fact, his very presence at that hour was an anomaly; normally, being Head Boy, he had paperwork which would keep him behind an average of two hours. Although this day was no exception in regards to work, the reason for this break in tradition could be easily discerned by any casual passer-by who happened to listen to what he was mumbling to himself. That said, of course, everyone knew not to go near Arthur Kirkland when he was in a 'mood'. And - due to his quite impressive eyebrows being drawn down into a deep scowl - anyone could tell he was.
"Bloody git... Can't accept he's wrong... Stupid American... So bloody blind...why... Absolute idiot!" He suddenly stopped short and swore, remembering the mountain of work. Deciding it could wait for tomorrow, he continued to stalk across the grounds, his temper not having been improved by that recollection. "Alfred F. Jones, you are a bloody wanker!" People around him jumped, startled by the sudden outburst. He paid them no heed, scalding tears clouding his eyes and trickling down his cheeks.
Continuing to mutter, Arthur stormed out of the gates and into the road. There weren't going to be any cars, he reasoned, there never were when he left normally. Still angrily ranting about his friend, he continued walking.
He did not see the car.
There you go. Please R&R.