Okay, this is ANOTHER high school AU story, this time; we have a childish acting England and America! To each their own. England is sort of submissive? The USUK part of it starts in the later chapter, since this is technically an intro.
Oh and just so you get a heads up; English is not my first language, Swedish was.
Furthermore, enjoy, and try not to catch feels. (IMJKPLEASEDONTHURTMEITSNOTTHATBADISWEAR)
Arthur had awoken early, to be exact, the brink of dawn. He had brewed some tea, and brought out a light snack of biscuits to go alongside. He leaned back in his chair and looked at his phone, reading the messages aloud, "Artie! I'm coming over by 7 (I hope) I'll meet you by 3rd street? I don't want you to walk alone this morning! After all, its the first day of school."
He sighed and rested his pinkie on the plate and carefully twisted the teacup into place as Arthur picked up his phone and replied quickly.
"Don't baby me, you idiot, I'll be there."
Again he looked out the window, and yawned as he realized the time. It was about 10' to 7:00. Quickly he placed the cup and plate in the cupboard and dashed down across the landing to change. He carefully put on a pair of plaid blue pants and a white shirt. He toyed with his hair meaninglessly, and slipped on dress shoes before grabbing a heavy brown lace jacket and heading out the front door, picking up his bag on the way out. It was a rather frigid morning for November, frost certainly bit at Arthur's skin, sending major chills down his frail pale body. He could really use a scarf, a fire, a hot drink or two. Turning the next corner, he read the sign. 3rd street; which meant Alfred should be around. Surely, there was the husky blonde, rubbing his hands together, wearing the same cedar bomber jacket he always wore; with a pastel green scarf wrapped around his neck.
"Arthur!" The blonde American shouted excitedly, a peculiar twinkle in his eyes.
A small cloud of pink covered Arthur from ear to ear as he looked in the other direction, continuing to walk. Alfred wrapped his arms around the smaller teen, cradling Arthurs' head against his own.
"Whats wrong?" He questioned, stepping back slightly and looking down to meet Arthur's glare.
"Nothing, let's g-" Arthur was cut off by a sneeze.
He shivered quickly and tried to carry on, however his lover had been staring at him.
"Your cold!" Alfred shouted as if a light-bulb lit up in his head.
Arthur remained quiet, giving a slight submissive nod, refusing to admit it by word of mouth. He wasn't about to say he wanted Alfred's scarf. Alfred didn't say another word before he unraveled his light green scarf and smoothly bundled it around Arthur's neck. It smelled like Alfred; the light cologne, sweet apple scent, with a leather tint. Arthur leaned his head as Alfred grinned cheekily. Alfred then grabbed his sightly slimmer hand into his own, and started walking towards the school; hand in hand.
They both started to notice the more frequent crowds of adolescents as they approached the schoolyard, various different looking kids gathering. As the duo got closer, they realized that they were heading inside, classes must have begun.
Arthur watched as Alfred pulled a slightly crumpled paper out of his bag, and skimmed for the classroom numbers.
"We're going to, um, left wing." Alfred rotated the paper but gave up, crushing the paper back into the bag once more.
"I guess I'll follow you, you're bigger, I can get through easier." Arthur sighed, releasing his grip from Alfreds' as he shuffled behind him.
Alfred greeted a few kids, heaving the doors open and making a short pathway indoors. People pooled inside, obviously eager to get away from the cold winter temperature. Arthur had lost sight of Alfred briefly, before seeing his hand appear in the crowd. Although it was embarrassing, he grabbed his hand, and pushed through the kids, bumping into Alfred's side. Arthur looked up into the orbs of crystal blue eyes, bursting with life.
"It wasn't that bad, lets go!" He cheered on, letting go of Arthur's hand and leading him through the hallway.
The two bustled down the landing, listening to the second bell ring; alerting the students they had 5 minutes until class. They turned quite a few corners before arriving at classroom 'D40' where tons of kids had been pouring into. Arthur assumed it was homeroom, or he hoped not, for that would be his whole class. It had seemed quite palpable that there were rules, or cliques. There was the group of well, two Italians, with a Spaniard looking man, and two Germans. In another corner, there was An Asian looking coregroup, lead by a Japanese man. There was also a small group of women, two with; rather giant racks... And a small frail looking girl with ribbons in her hair, sitting next to someone similar; this one with long dark hair in ribbons. Finally there was a group of; cold looking blondes, beside thee one with the purple eyes and happy smile. He was holding a little white dog too, how strange. He had now assumed that was his class for the day, including Alfred and himself.
"Guess this is first period." Arthur stated boldly.
"Don't worry!" Alfred laughed his regular chuckle, grabbing Arthur's hand, clearly drawing attention.
"Oh your the new kids!" A girl walked through the door, followed by a taller man with a spike in the front of his hair. "My name is Laura. This is my brother Abel." The teen bowed in mannor to her skirt, adjusting the thick black headband in her hair. She shook hands with Arthur and Alfred before running over to the Ukrainian girl and hugging her tightly.
Alfred took his seat in the front row, motioning for Arthur to sit either behind him or next to him. With a slight way of hesitation, he took the desk aside Alfred. He lugged his bag onto the back of his chair, and heaved a sigh, moving his honey glazed bangs out of his eyes. A kid sat beside Alfred and smiled, they seemed to be engaged in conversation already. His brown hair and tan skin reminded Arthur of someone. He, though, had a strap on his nose, and a fuzzy grey bear on his shoulder.
"Its a koala, mate." He cheekily grinned, highfiving Alfred and leaving the room. Before he would have liked, the bell rang, and off the class scattered.
Arthur had felt quite reserved, no one was talking to him, no one bothered to greet him or catch his name.
"Artie, we have different classes now. I have math I, you have math III."
Arthur snapped his attention to Alfred and stood in front of him. "See you around you twat." He waved his hand to leave.
Alfred whirled around and pecked a quick kiss on Arthur's cheek before dashing down the hall. A wave of crimson pulled over his haze, as he checked to see if anyone saw.
Clear.
With a long sigh, Arthur practically skipped down the hallway, weaving around teens to get to his advanced math class. On his way though, he met someone.
"Hey brit." A tall man wrapped in a scarf snickered.
"Hm? May I ask why your attention has been directed to me?" He replied calmly.
"Your gay for Mr. all American over there, are we now?" The man teased with a thick Russian accent.
"You are." He corrected boldly.
"Tch. Whatever." He pushed Arthur's arm weakly, but to his surprise, Arthur hit the wall with a fragile wince.
"Oh...?" He remarked slowly. "I like the sound of pain, you know."
Arthur opened his emerald eyes as wide as they could go. No fucking way.
He sent a sharp glare in the way of the solemn eyed Russian, his cold lavender eyes showing no remorse. He knew what was about to happen, but maybe if he could run-
The second Arthur moved his foot, a large fist met with his stomach. He coughed in pain, holding his body, gasping for air already. This damn brute was strong.
"No offense, but I don't like homosexuals." It rolled off his tongue as if he said it many times before.
"W-what if, he was my br..." He stopped.
There was no way he could call Alfred anything but his lover, though he wouldn't admit it, he did love him.
"Your what?" The tall man snickered again.
Arthur didn't reply, but instead, got a cold blow to the head, sending him to the ground, back arched against the wall. The pain was unbearable, it blistered, burned, stung and pinched. It had to have been bruised in more places than one.
The Russian stopped for a moment, before kicking his kneecap harshly, listening to the British boy yelp.
"Oh, time for class, da?" He said wrapping his scarf tighter, beginning to walk away slowly.
Something turned inside Arthur's stomach. The gore he pictured in his mind of himself didn't help at all. He hissed at himself and tried standing up, only to be sent crashing to his knees again. He cursed at the pain, but managed to drag himself to the bathroom. There he opened the door hinge softly, walking to the largest stall and sitting in the corner, locking the door as he lifted his shirt to check for a bruise. And there, he found more than just the one. His head throbbed in sorrowful pain, as he cradled himself to a temporary relaxation, hoping for the day to be over already.
