Note: This fanfic was written by myself and a new friend of mine from Denmark. It's based in modern day and the protagonists of our story, Alfred and Arthur, are in college. Tell us what you think!
Disclaimer: We don't own Hetalia, unfortunately. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. Also, expect yaoi in later chapters. Don't like it, don't read it.
Summer faded and fell away like the crimson leaves around the university. Freshmen and returning students filed onto the campus just before the beginning of the fall semester. Many of them were trying to ignore a young blonde in an aviator's jacket who was noisily commenting on everything.
Alfred stopped by the McDonalds on campus before heading to his new dorm. He wondered if he would have a roommate while munching on his burger. If he did, what would they be like? A few minutes later, he dropped his trash in a nearby bin and continued to the dorm.
By the time he reached his room, Alfred had worked himself up into a near panic. What if he and his roommate didn't get along? He stood outside the door for several minutes before he could bring himself to even touch the handle.
"I'm being ridiculous," he laughed loudly and let himself in.
In the room sat a guy with golden messy hair, who was sorting everything. His named was Arthur, he looked and acted a little harsh, but he was just like a mussel, hard outside, soft inside. He wasn't wearing the uniform at the moment since he just had arrived as well as the blonde who now stood in the door.
Arthur looked up, his face expression was blank, though, his eyes were almost deadly. He hated sharing room, mostly because last year, it was a dumb freshman who shared one with. And Arthur wasn't good at understanding people with accents. He looked nice, the new guy, wait? Arthur had realized he just had looking at him without saying at thing.
"Well, Hello there" he said.
God damn that sounded stupid. He thought, mentally slapping himself.
The punk then glared away, sighing softly, "So- I bet you are new?"
The laugh died the moment Alfred caught sight of his roommate. Stunned silence overcame him for a few seconds. It messed with his mind how incredibly sinister the guy's eyes were. The last thing he'd expected was hostility from just walking in. He hadn't done anything yet, had he? A nervous smile found its way to his face.
"Yeah, dude. This is my first semester," he said as he walked over and offered his hand, "I'm Alfred."
It wasn't like him to be this apprehensive, but something about striking individual set him on edge.
Arthur looked at him. What should he say? Arthur had never been good around people, which also was the reason why he had no friends.
"Well I see. Looks like we are… Yeah…" Arthur realized it was pretty obvious that they would share the room.
Jesus, as long he wouldn't be a popular jock who's selfish and loves the mainstream music. It was okay, just not his style. Arthur walked around in the room, shrugging slightly, well, this was really awkward... Wait, names?
"I'm Arthur... Arthur Kirkland, and you are, pretty boy?" he asked, raised a brow as he fixed his red tie.
Alfred shied out of the way and dropped his hand. The dude was seriously anti-social. He wondered what had made Arthur this way. His train of thought was quickly derailed after his roommate had introduced himself.
"Pretty boy?" a fair blush tinted his features, "The name's Alfred Jones."
The situation was getting a little more than just uncomfortable. Alfred hopped on his bed and tried to not look as restless as he felt. His previous anxieties were starting to plague him again as he pulled out his iPod. He flipped through his favorite playlist and popped just one of the ear buds in. Alfred was temporarily lost in the beat of his favorite song. Then, he noticed how the track made his focus on Arthur's movements. The blush was beginning to feel permanent.
Arthur was cleaning up everything he happened to find; everything… the floor and every single little corner. He hated dust and all the stuff. After countless minutes, Arthur was done. He had noticed Alfred's eyes were upon him once in a while but he had chosen to ignore it.
Now he sat on the bed, with his beloved guitar with the Union Jack on it. His dream as to become a singer and he did have an amazing voice. Though he never really sang for anyone, which was a shame.
Alfred's scent was filling the room. It was sweet… and nice. Somehow, it made the punk feel safe. He started smiling. Arthur never smiled. He quickly covered his mouth to make it go away and then he started playing on his guitar.
Alfred pulled out his phone after a while. Matthew and Francis were supposed to be dropping a few boxes of his stuff off half an hour ago. He was starting to wonder if they'd gotten lost. He sent Matthew a text and looked back up at Arthur. Alfred's eyes sparked with piqued curiosity when his roommate smiled. His ear bud fell out at he moved to the edge of his bed.
"Dude, you can play? That's totally sweet!" Alfred grinned.
Arthur blinked twice, staring at his new roommate. Those eyes were sparking as stars on a summer blue sky. Like… a miracle. The punk's eye twitched. What…? What he thinking?
Arthur sighed softly, rubbed his eye, "What was your name again?"
Arthur wasn't good at names. He had never been, though he felt really awkward for asking.
Alfred got up and walked over, looking a great deal like an overexcited puppy. He was barely fazed by the way Arthur was looking at him. However, it irked him that the punk couldn't be bothered to remember his name. A mischievous smile found its way to his face as he thought of the perfect way to help Arthur out. Leaning down a bit, Alfred grabbed his counterparts tie and pulled him close.
"It's Alfred," he said, then placed a not-so-delicate kiss on Arthur's lips.
The punk's eyes widened before he kicked Alfred away, moving back in the bed.
"W-What was that?! Are you sick or something?!" Arthur shouted, rubbed his mouth with his sleeve. He was disgusted. Why would he do something like that? "Fine! Alfred! Go back to your own bed and don't ever talk to me again!"
Alfred couldn't help the coy smirk on his face as he backed away. Sure, his leg hurt now from being kicked, but it had been worth it. Arthur's lips had been softer than he had expected. The feeling had sent a shot of pure adrenaline through his system. A familiar tone issued from his phone; Matthew and Francis had finally arrived. He threw the tech on his bed before heading for the door.
"I'll be back in a bit," he winked at Arthur, "So, don't miss me too much!"
"DON'T TALK TO ME!" was the last thing he got to say.
Arthur rubbed his face irritated as he took a deep breath before kicking the wall. He then sat down again, and then lied down. Taking few deep breaths, he realized that he still could feel Alfred's lips against his own.
Alfred stood outside the door for a moment and listened carefully. Judging from the amount of noise, he wondered… had he stolen Arthur's first kiss? He smiled at the thought, and then ran down stairs to meet his friends.
Francis hugged him the moment he sent foot out the door, "Sorry it took so long. We took a wrong turn a few blocks from the campus."
"I misread the street signs," Matthew said and adjusted his glasses.
Alfred ruffled Matthew's hair, "It's fine, dude. It gave me time to kinda get to know my roommate. He's pretty cool."
They unloaded Alfred's stuff from the back of Francis' car and headed back upstairs. It took him a while to find out that he'd left his ID in the room with his iPod. He sighed and knocked on the door.
"Hey, Arthur," he yelled through the door, "Can you let me in?"
Arthur frowned. 'That idiot,' he was speechless. It was his first kiss and it was gone, taken by a guy… taken by a stranger. It made him frown and toss his pillow across the room in anger. He wanted to cry, but quickly realized it was useless. What only made it worse was when he heard Alfred's voice. He didn't answer him. Of course he didn't.
He turned on his side, turning the back to Alfred, hoping Alfred wouldn't kiss or touch him or anything like that.
Being ignored was bad enough, but feeling the way he did about Arthur made it worse. Alfred couldn't explain why this hurt him the way it did. The feeling bled into his tone. It was more than apparent to Francis and Matthew who could see the puppy eyes.
"Come on, dude," Alfred said through the door, "Please?"
"Alfred, you didn't do anything to him, did you?" Francis asked demurely.
Alfred shook his head as if to say, 'Not now.'
Arthur was just ignoring everyone. Well, it wasn't the best way of tackling this situation, but he was very anti-social.
Still, he took a deep breath, "The door isn't locked you ass hat, just go in and stop talking to me!"
Francis? Wasn't it his voice? Arthur used to share room with him, the year before, they were pretty good friends after all, but they didn't talk much anymore. Arthur nuzzled into his pillow, frowning.
Francis opened his mouth in an attempt to make a retort, but Alfred stepped on his foot. The resulting glare was silenced by the crestfallen look in his eyes.
"I'll get my stuff… just leave it here, guys," he said.
Matthew and Francis set the boxes down near the door after a moment. Matthew placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder in a comforting manner, and then led Francis away. After they left, Alfred propped the door open with the box that'd been in his arms and nudged the others inside. Once everything was set on his bed, he sat down on the floor near the head of Arthur's bed. He tried to look at his roommate's face to no avail.
"I'm not sorry," he said, the hurt clear in his voice, "I've been waiting all my life for someone like you to come mess with my mind."
"I have no idea what you are talking about. Maybe you are gay, but I am not, am I clear enough now?!" he frowned, "And even if I was, it doesn't mean you can kiss someone without a second thought. You don't even know me! I am not your type. I am not anyone's type... and when I think I am... I am not…" Those last words were shaky as he spoke.
It was clear that Arthur was hurt and angry... really angry. He got out of his bed, walked across the room and picked up the pillow he had tossed earlier, he stared down at Alfred.
"It was my first kiss... that is gone now. I hate you!" He then walked back to the bed.
Alfred got up after him and caught his wrist before Arthur could sit back down. It pissed him off that this guy assumed that he hadn't thought about the consequences of kissing him. What truly angered him, though, was that Arthur was deliberately putting himself down. He wasn't about to let Arthur ignore him now. Alfred pinned his roommate against the wall.
"How could you say something like that about yourself?" He fumed, "and you're right; I'm not gay. I'm bi and you… you are exactly my type."
Alfred pulled his counterpart into a hug that the other could escape from. He hoped that he wouldn't.
Afterward:
Things just kind of went haywire from here on out... I'll post the next segment soon.
