Onee-chan: oh look! i finally wrote the first chappie~. and yeah, i just realised how short this was, so imma edit it and tell Falke at the last minute. So like this is a fic that came to my mind at like 1:30am one day/night. And i had to inform Falke about it in a seven message long text. and suprisingly, she agreed to this...oh wells~ imma have fun with this fic. Oh how i love tragedies~ and now, to ruin the moment that probably doesn't exsist, imma say that i currently smell like wet dog cause i was walking my dog in the rain. Why im the one that smells, idk. well, enjoy...maybe~
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/~Chappie 1~\
Arthur Kirkland walked down the hallways of the International World Academy. The Academy's sole purpose was to somehow unite all of the nations, but putting a ton of their best students in the same school. It had to be America too, of course.
Getting back to the story, Arthur was walking down the hallways because he had to show the new student, with the name of Alfred F. Jones, around the Academy. The Academy was quite empty currently, because classes were out and most of the students were either in their dorms, or out in the town. The majority was at the latter.
"Ah! There you are Arthur! Taking your time eh?" Roderich Edelstein called out. Next to the dark brown haired guy stood a blond haired guy with a piece of hair that stuck straight up. The blond pushed up his glasses and smiled widely at Arthur.
"Hello~! I'm Alfred F. Jones!" The guy remarked loudly, holding out his hand to shake.
"I'm Arthur Kirkland. I will show you around." Arthur said, shaking Alfred's hand. "I am guessing you already met Roderich." He continued, trailing off, amused by the Austrian's face of delight of finally getting rid of the new guy.
"Yes, he is quite obnoxious. Good luck. I am going to express my anger on my piano." Roderich said, before quickly running off towards the music room.
"God, does he have a violin shoved up his ass?" Alfred said, clearly upset about being called obnoxious. However, Arthur ignored him. "Hey! Are you listening?" He said louder, right in the Brit's face.
"No. But he's close by. I can feel the vulgar air that's around him." Arthur muttered.
"Who's close by?" Alfred questioned.
"You cannot possibly be talking about me, mon amour~." A guy by the name of Francis Bonnefoy said, appearing about of nowhere, and stood a bit too close to Arthur, trying to sneak his arms around the Brit's waist.
"Get off me you bloody wanker!" Arthur said, trying to pull himself out of the Frenchman's grasp.
"That's not what you said last night~" Francis whispered into Arthur's ear, a bit too loud and the American stared on, not blinking, while Arthur turned into a shade of red that would've put Antonio's tomatoes to shame.
"You fucking wanker! Let go of me right now!" Arthur screamed and elbowed Francis in the gut, then grabbed Alfred hand and ran far away from the Frenchman. The Brit obviously had a love/hate relationship going on with the Frenchman.
"Who was that?" The American asked, out of breath from running, whilst the Brit, was showing him the classrooms in order. Arthur turned to him, frowning.
"Francis Bonnefoy. The Academy rapist, and unfortunately, my boyfriend." Arthur said, with such disdain, that it was quite easy to tell, that he hated him. But in his mind he thought, my cheating abusive boyfriend, that I can't let go of.
"So you're dating him, but you hate him." The American concluded.
"Sounds about right." The Brit said, still frowning, and then continued showing Alfred the Academy, who was vowing, that he would make the other smile one day. Because he found him to be quite sexy, and obviously not worthy of the Frenchman.
Meanwhile in the Brits mind, he was thinking about Alfred. As the American rambled on about how he was the hero, Arthur concluded he was obnoxious, in a cute annoying way.
"Well, this is your dorm." Arthur said, standing in front of a door with the top half painting with a British flag.
"But I'm not British! I'm American!" Alfred pouted.
"But I am British, and we are sharing the dorm." Arthur explained impatiently. "Your stuff is already inside."
"But I don't want the British flag on my door." The American whined.
"Then paint the American flag on the bottom or something." The Brit said, turning to leave.
"Artie, where are you going?" Alfred asked.
"One: don't call me Artie. Two: none of your business." Arthur said, leaving the American having to unpack, and to wonder where the hell the Brit was going.
"Ah, finally here, my lovely Brit~" a voice whispered into Arthur ear, in a dark room, in which he couldn't see anything, but he'd been there enough times to know. "But for spending time with that obnoxious American, I believe you shall be punished." The voice grew harsh, and then slapped Arthur across the face. Arthur fell, used to this treatment, holding his cheek. Then delicate fingers gripped his chin and tilted it. "What did you two do?" was questioned into his ear, laced with a invisible threat.
"N-nothing." The Brit whimpered, scared, and a boot was shoved in the middle of his chest and made him fly backwards. That was sure to leave a mark, he thought. He knew he could fight, but how could he hurt the one person who cared about him. So what if it wasn't all the time, but he usually did, even if it was becoming less and less often.
Onee-chan: Hello all those who did not flee~ heh heh~ anyway, this is a tragedy, if you haven't guessed yet or read the describtion. Who was the oh-so-violent-and-mysterious-voice-that-Iggy-"loves"? personally, don't ask me, you should know -.-' i just wrote whatever came to mind. and im my mind this is so tragic~
and thats right, abusive!France and victim!England...this is going to be interesting
Well review so that we know your thoughts please~
