The Only One for Me
Chapter 1
The world is dark, and light is precious
Come closer, dear reader
You must trust me.
I am telling you a story.
~Kate DiCamillo-The Tale of Despereaux (*)
The day I lay my eyes on you.
It was a warm autumn day. On August 16, marked the first day of school for Hetalia World Academy. It was in the country of the United States of America, the land of freedom. Hetalia World Academy was a private school for young women and men for grade 9 to 12. This school was very diverse, with like every country had about a student attending there. Only a few was from the same country, all the way west to Canada to east to Australia. Today marked the being of a new school year. Actually this was the very first day for Arthur Kirkland, 9th grader.
In sleep he sang to me. In dream he came. That voice that call to me And speaks my name. And do I again for now I find… "Why the bloody hell that is in my head?" Arthur thought. Right before Arthur woke up, this resonates in his head. He didn't want to remember that.
He woke up a 6:00am that morning, a little too early then what he wanted. But he still got ready for school by taking a shower, getting dressed, brushing his hair, and brushed his teeth. When he got dress into his school uniform, a light brown vest, bluish-gray checkered pants, white under dress shirt, a black tie, and a navy blue jacket. Then he went down for breakfast, crumples, scones, and tea. All the Kirkland's siblings was about to go their selected school, after breakfast.
As Arthur head out the door, he looked at his watch. It was 6:35am. School started at 7:00 and he lived 5 minutes away by walking.
When finally reach the school building, it was HUGE! It looked like a collage campus. The school even had a girls and boys dorm. After all, Hetalia World Academy was a private and only selected student could attend. It was a nice building for a high school and everything was so formal looking.
Arthur rushed through the loud students then head inside the building. When he got to class, nobody was there, not even the teacher, so Arthur pulled out a book and read it, enjoying the silent, for now.
Soon a really noisy group enters the class room.
The first one to enter was a jock. Arthur hated jocks. Arthur found himself staring in his deep, sky blue eyes. If he looked close, he could see they were actually ocean blue. This jock eyes were dimmed by his glasses. He had light brown hair and a smile so big, wide, and bright. He was wearing the school uniform. But a dark brown sport jacket, a little too big for him. Arthur could tell he was American.
Next to enter the room was a person who looked just like the first. But this one was Canadian. They was probably twins, no they was twins. The only difference was he had light-dark shade of purple eyes, also wearing glasses. In one hand was a white stuffed toy that looked like a polar bear. In other hand was another hand. That hand didn't belong to any one. It belonged to the next person.
An albino teen enters next. Nothing made him different than anyone else, beside the hand holding and being albino. He looked a little German, but Arthur couldn't tell his nationality.
Next had long blond hair and he had blue eyes. He looked like he was too old for high school, but at least in the twelfth grade. Had a small, not really hairy beard and was carrying a rose. Arthur knew he was French. He hated the French.
After the French man, next were a Spaniard, two Italians, another German, a female Hungarian, an Austrian, a Chinese man, Japanese, and a Russian. This school was really diverse as it says! And that was just the beginning! Arthur could tell his first hour was filled with the popular ones. They went to the back of the classroom and talked nonstop! It was getting hard for Arthur to read. But soon it got quieter when the teacher walked in the classroom.
After the bell rang, their teacher, Germania (what he wanted the students to call him) a Social Studies teacher, took attendance like normal. "Gilbert Belischmidt"(*)
"Awesome" said the albino.
"Ludwig Belischmidt"
"hierher"
"Francis Bonnefoy"
"ici"
"Ivan Branginski"
"здесь"
"Antonio Carriedo"
"aquí"
"Roderich Edelstein"
"Here" (*)
"Elizabeta Hedervary"
"itt"
"Honda Kiku"
"Koko de"
"Arthur Kirkland"
"Here" said Arthur. Arthur felt a little nervous when all the students' eyes fell on him. "Why everyone turn and look at me" he thought. There was a long pause then the teacher began again.
"Alfred Jones"
"The hero is here" Alfred said. He boy Arthur was looking at for a long time the American, Alfred Jones. When Alfred spoke, Arthur blush a little bit.
"Feliciano Vargas"
"ecco"
"Lovino Vargas"
"ecco"
"Matthew Williams"
"…Here…"
"Last but not least, Wang Yao"
"Zhèlǐ"
"It seem like everyone is here. I'm Germania, your Social Studies teacher." Germania said.
The school day went by so quickly. Now it was lunch time.
Arthur decided to eat outside, since it was a nice day. He thought he would be all only, but a lot of people ate outside also. Most, actually all form his first hour classmate ate outside. The avoid them, Arthur ate his lunch, scones, earl gray tea, a sandwich, and an apple, at the bottom of a tree, meters away from his classmates. It was quiet then….
"Arthur" somebody shouted his name. When Arthur looked up, he saw it was the American, Alfred.
"What do you want" Arthur said with not a happy face.
"You look lonely. Want to eat with us?"
"No…I will pass."
"Please Artie"
"It is Arthur not Artie! Bloody git!"
"Tomorrow you'll eat lunch with me. And I won't take no as an answer."
Before Arthur could say anything, Alfred return back with his friends. "He really is a bloody git" Arthur said to himself.
Sorry I didn't really know to start their first meeting so um I try my best.
First*- just wanted to add that quote.
Second*- the roll call was just to tell you there names, and also that how all the countries in that class say here.
Third*- Google didn't know how to say here in Austrian, so I just said here in English.
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