Edit: Well, believe it or not, I'm going back through and editing/ rewriting some chapters so that they aren't as fail as before (because who are we kidding, they kind sucked). I'll try not it interfere with getting the next chapter up, I promise, but just don't get too excited if you get updates faster than usual, because they probably won't be the next chapter.

Anyway! Like I said in my first A/N, I started this after listening to a song, and it wouldn't leave me alone for the longest time. So, ta-da!


Boo!

It's that time of the year again, so bring your friends and costumes

to WW Academy's Halloween Dance!

Will be held after week of the Fall Festival, and will mark the beginning of Fall break.

Dance will be held in the school's gym on October 31,

7:00-12:00 PM

Happy Halloween!

Alfred stood in the front of the mob of high school students that had gathered to read the announcement. As more kids finished reading it, excited murmur arose from the crowd. Alfred himself was smiling like an idiot at his boyfriend, Arthur. Yeah, that's right. Boyfriend. Who says one normal guy in high school can't be gay?

Well, apparently said guy's boyfriend. Arthur was just being a prude, though, as Alfred always made sure to remind him of in case - heaven forbid - Arthur forgot it. This dance would change that, though. Alfred already had it planned. They would show up in awesome, matching costumes, be all couple-like and stuff, and then the world would know that they were together.

Of course, the first thing for that to happen was to get Arthur to go to the dance.

"Hey, hey, Iggy!" Alfred called the Brit by his nickname, "We should totally go to the dance together!"

Arthur looked at him like he had just said the stupidest thing in the world, blonde caterpillar eyebrows dropping down to glare at the other.

"Why the bloody Hell would I want to go to the dance? It's just an opportunity for a bunch of buffoons to do inappropriate things in large crowds."

Alfred whined and gave his best puppy dog look, which wasn't actually that good, but seemed to work on Arthur a lot. "Pleeeeeaaase? I'll love you forever and ever if you do!"

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no."

"You could wear that pirate costume you've always wanted to try!" If that didn't work, he didn't know what would.

Arthur once had a pirate complex-which Alfred though was adorable-that he had long sine gotten over. At least, that's what he kept saying. Alfred knew that the British man still yearned for a pirate's life when he saw the twinkle in his eye when they saw Pirates of the Caribbean last week.

"...I don't know. I'll think about i-"

"Yes!" Alfred jumped and fist pumped the air. When Arthur said, "I'll think about it," he always ended up saying yes.

The hyper blonde grabbed the others hand and yanked him forward as he pushed his way out of the crowd, careful to avoid pushing Ivan, the large Russian who had just showed up to see what the commotion was about.

The mass of students was cleared out in a few seconds. Only a few brave ones and some girls who were still too caught up in blabbing to each other to notice him stuck around.

Ivan took one glance at the orange and black flyer before rolling his eyes and leaving. Dances were so stupid. What was the point of them? Bonding time with classmates? More like mating time with people you're never going to see again. Just for the experience? If you really want to dance with others, there are plenty of clubs and underground raves in this country, and he was sure those were a lot more fun than here. Celebrating the holiday? It's a holiday; it isn't like it will never happen again. And there are much better ways to celebrate it than dancing awkwardly in a sweaty gym space.

Ivan had never been to a dance in his life, and didn't plan on changing that. Besides, who would he go with? Everyone was too afraid of him to even look him in the eye most of the time, let alone dance with him.

Unlike that idiot, Alfred. How everyone liked that moron, Ivan didn't know. But it didn't matter. Ivan knew that he would become the most successful in business, take over the world, and everyone would belong to him.

He chuckled evilly as he passed by the American in question and his large group of friends, the Russian's murderous aura reaching them.

"Man, that dude scares the crap out of me! Did you guys see the look in his eyes?" Alfred turned back to his friends. He spoke quieter than usual; afraid the bear of a man would hear him and decide to kill him in his sleep. With a rock.

"Yes, he looked quite intimidating," Kiku, their Japanese friend agreed.

"It's just not awesome how he goes around all creepy like that! I don't see how you all are afraid of him though. Then again, the awesome me isn't afraid of anything!" Gilbert, their German - no, Prussian - friend piped in.

"Dude~! What if he tries to go all terrorist on us and bombs us all?" Alfred whined.

"Poor guy. Sometimes I think all he needs is a little bit of l'amour~" Francis cooed. Alfred scoffed at the idea.

"Good luck with that. Who would want to l'amour him?"

" Imbécile! You have misused the French language!"

"I don't care!" Alfred hissed at his French friend, falling into a silent pout.

Kiku was the first to speak up again. "Sometimes, I fear that one day he will not be paying attention as he walks down the halls, and he will run me over and squash me like a bug." The others nodded in agreement.

It was a possibility. Despite Kiku being older than almost all of them, he was by far the shortest of the group, being just a few centimeters over five feet. Ivan on the other hand, was just over six feet.

"Don't worry, aru! Big brother Yao will protect you!" the Chinese announced and tried to captured Kiku in a bear hug, which was easily rebuffed by Kiku.

Ivan listened to the friends' teasing from around the corner, a small frown of jealousy painted across his face. They were all such good friends - Alfred had such good friends. He didn't understand why people liked Alfred so much, yes, and it irritated him to no end, but he still wished he wasn't as alone as he was now.


It's about time lunch rolled around! Alfred had thought that bio chemistry would never end, and he was starving! Seriously, who needed to know about beta sheet proteins? He sure didn't. He needed to know what was on the menu today.

For the third time that week, the sky was overcast and rain was beginning to spatter the concrete sidewalks; lunch would have to be in the cafeteria today.

Once the line for food began to move, the tables quickly filled up with students and their buddies. Alfred sat down with his cheeseburger and milk at the table with Arthur, Francis, Kiku, Yao, Matthew, and Gilbert. Soon, the whole table was caught up in an intense debate over what the real meaning of a number was. He didn't have much to say, and mostly agreed with whoever said something that sounded intelligent.

he almost didn't notice Ivan sitting at the table in the corner, alone. Sure, Toris, Raivis, and Eduard were there, but it was obvious they didn't want to be. For a moment, Alfred felt kind of bad for the guy. But it was only for a moment.

As soon as it had come, the sympathy was gone and replaced with his natural hatred. He turned back to his friends and ignored the Russian like he always did. Why should he have to bother with a low life such as Ivan when he had a great group of friends and an awesome boyfriend whom he was taking to the dance?

No reason at all.