A/N : Okay, yeah. This is old. Even the author notes. I decided to post this because when I read it, I was like ''Daww!''. Please review nicely. Though, I am going to accept criticism! So, here you go, have some USUK fanfic I wrote. Mm'kay?
Summary : Arthur's a timid soul, pretty much a loner - that is, of course, until Alfred shows up with his brigade of crazy friends. Soon enough, Arthur finds he's no longer alone, and he begins to fall in love with the biggest twit he's ever met.
Chapter 1.
Slowly, a sandy blonde-haired boy trudged down the corridor. He was lean, and the thing that stood out the most on his face was his rare, large eyebrows. The other children had seen nothing like them before. Pretty shy and utterly shaken, he was. Not that any people took notice of him for that. Only for his eyebrows, or his green eyes. Or, as his friends later explained, his British accent - which annoyed him greatly, for he wanted to be known for other reasons than appearance. Also, he wore a large backpack in which he put all his poems and such. Yeah, so he liked writing.
'You'll fit in, Arthur.' his mother had reassured, 'I'm sure others will share your interests.' Yeah right - who would love collecting unicorns? In America, too? Or reading until you're feeling sick? No, he wasn't to fit in. He never intended to, anyway, because once he'd thought of his plan to escape the boarding school he was in, he'd be out in a flash. Or, if it was humanly possible, faster. Peter, his younger brother, had gone to a nice school. Jealousy was the only thing Arthur was left to feel. And his older brothers were already out of school, so he couldn't ask them for advice - they were way too caught up in 'important' things. Yeah, right, so all those things (which included mainly becoming drunk and doing girlfriends and such) were more important than his happiness? No, wait - Arthur had no happiness, so what would be the point anyway?
"Hmm. Room 38 doesn't sound too bad. I wonder who my roommates will be." Arthur was mumbling to himself as he followed the map in his palms. Sadly, some obese kid had spilt some coffee on it, and - apart from the fact it now smelt of the putrid drink - he realized that it was the first of his many problems that were to unfold that morning. So, when Arthur thought things might lighten up, his hopes were murdered, re-killed and had their graves spat on as he opened the door to his room, and was greeted by a very annoying American lad.
"Yo!" said the younger-looking boy, about the same age as Arthur, which was 14, and Arthur tried to smile. Great, he thought, now I'm stuck with this guy too? Heaven help me!
"Umm. Hello. This is room 38, right?" Arthur asked, a faint hope that he'd wandered into the wrong room. But, of course, fate hated him.
"It sure is!…" the lad said, and paused with a thoughtful look. His lips broke out in a goofy grin, showing his pearly teeth as he said: "Hey, you're British! Awesome, dude!"
Arthur grimaced. This isn't going to be fun, he thought.
A boy he hadn't noticed until just now waved and said: "Hello. I'm Kiku." in a quiet, calm voice - a relief from the obnoxious, loud one he had just been hit with.
"This is Alfred. What's your name?" the boy continued, smiling a welcoming smile. Arthur stood there for a moment, processing his thoughts and wondering where the boy came from. In the end, he came to the conclusion that he was Chinese or Japanese, mainly because of his name. Oh, and not to mention the big flag on his bag - which flag was it? He thought; I should know that! I'm Arthur - bloody - Kirkland!
"…Hello?" Kiku pressed on, looking concerned - probably about Arthur's sanity levels - and Arthur stuttered a: "Uh, my n-name is Arthur…"
The American was looking curiously at him - no, staring. He hated people who stared. But, for once, he wasn't staring at his eyebrows - he was staring at his eyes.
And so, that's how Arthur's first day went.
A/N : *Cringes* Yeah, short, but... Oh well? :3
There is loads of fluff in this story~! Not yet, but soon. My ideas aren't very life-like in this story... :u...
