People are actually reading this fanfic. OH MY. And to think that I was about to trash it. Thank you Niji-chi. Your kind words have spared the life of this fic. Originally I wanted this to only be about 5 chapters long but now with rethinking about this plot the maximum will be 10. With that said, enjoy! *Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya!
"I'm sure many of you have already heard about our new student. His name is Alfred Jones. Please make sure he feels welcome," Mr. Wang smiled.
"Nice to meet you all!" Alfred turned from his desk, greeting the class with a contented smile.
Ivan could hear the muffled squeals of a couple girls in the back, then came the whispers.
"I feel terrible for him."
"I know, how could Wang sit him next to that freak?"
Ivan began biting the inside of his cheek. It was only a matter of time. Huddling his face close to his scarf, Ivan withdrew a small breath. You're pathetic.
"Now that that's settled everyone pass up your homework to the front." Mr. Wang looked around the classroom an expectant expression on his face.
The papers made their way up to him, a frown began to form on his thin lips.
"Out of a class of twenty four students only eight did their homework?!"
The class was silent. Ivan stared indifferently out the window, Mr. Wang wasn't referring to him.
"Everyone take out your books and turn to page 152. It looks like we will be taking some lengthy notes." turning his attention to the whiteboard, he began writing section outlines to the rest of the class. The class showing their displeasure started complaining.
"You brought this on yourselves! It seems I wasn't thorough enough with yesterday's lesson if only eight students turned in their homework! The eight of you who did complete your homework can turn to page 160 and complete the chapter review assignment." Mr Wang's voice was firm.
The sound of shuffling papers. Dark gray clouds. It looked like today was going to rain. Beautiful celestial droplets. The soft hush against the pavement. The rain reminded him of his mothers voice. Sweet and comforting, yet full of power and strength. Dead.
"Ivan?"
Snapping out of his trance Ivan looked up to see Mr. Wang in front of his desk.
"Could you please partner up with Alfred and get him caught up on what we're learning? You do exceptionally well in this class and I'm sure he'd grasp things a lot easier with a peer helping him."
Silence. Ivan opened his mouth to answer but found he couldn't speak. Had he forgotten how to formulate words? Ivan gave a stiff nod.
"Alright Alfred, put your desks together and try to work quietly alright? If you still don't understand anything then let me know."
"You got it Mr. Wang!"
Alfred moved his desk enthusiastically, Ivan was still. Enjoy it while it lasts. He'll see who you really are. The scum of the Earth.
"I'm letting you know this now..."
Ivan looked at the golden blonde, mesmerized by those sapphire orbs.
"I'm a really slow learner so be patient with me," an apologetic smile, light blush dusted across that perfect complexion.
"захватывающий..." Ivan quickly placed a hand over his own mouth. Now you've done it.
Alfred gave Ivan a puzzled look,
"Zakhav-what?"
Ivan's heart drummed violently in his chest. Here comes the rejection. Comie.
"What was that?" Alfred's expression wasn't disgusted... but amused.
"R-russian...", english suddenly becoming much more harder to pronounce. He couldn't remember the last time he spoke to someone in English.
"Russian!? So you're like from Russia?"
"Moscow." Ivan tried to keep his voice still and confident.
"That is so freakin-" Weird. Scary. Unnatural.
"Cool!"
Ivan's eyes widened a bit. Cool? Warmth. He was feeling warmth.
"My Uncle Sam was stationed in Russia once, he said the cold was unbearable but he still enjoyed it. Nice food. Nice people. I've always wanted to go. He's told my brother and I so many stories of the place." Alfred was almost in a dreamlike state, eyes full of life.
'Ложкой снег, мешая, Ночь идет большая, Что же ты, глупышка, не спишь?'
Rain. It was raining. Ivan smiled to himself. 'мама...'
***
Alfred's headache only increased as the bell signaling the end of 1st period rang. There was a lot he had to catch up on, but at least he had made a new friend.
"Will you be okay with those notes I gave you?"
"Yeah. Thanks Ivan-"
Before Alfred could say anything else Ivan was out the door. Alfred ran a hand through his hair as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. That was weird. Ivan really wasn't one to talk much. Making his way to the showcase from earlier Alfred could see Matthew waiting patiently against the wall.
"Matt!"
Matthew's eyes flew to Alfred smiling, "Hey Al!"
"How'd your first class go?"
"Pretty good. My Pre-Calc teacher, Mr.Väinämöinen is really nice."
"Sounds good, I have no complaints about my Physics teacher but he seems pretty tough."
"Al, did you get scolded at already?"
"What? No. Have a little faith in me Matt, sheesh."
Matthew just chuckled.
"Oh but I did make a new friend. He's pretty chill."
"Still as sociable as ever." Arthur appeared, ready to take the boys to their next class.
Matthew was happy for his brother silently wishing he had the same socialite charm.
Arthur began guiding them to their next destination.
"What's the blokes name?"
The halls could sure become cramped. "Ivan. Ivan Braginski."
Arthur stopped dead in his tracks.
"You stay away from him understand?!" Arthur's voice was sharp and serious.
Alfred looked to Matthew then back at Arthur, "Woah dude chill."
Inquisitive eyes now on the three of them.
"You will stay away from that barmy son-of-a-bitch!"
Alfred could feel his face becoming hot. "What the hell Arthur? Could you calm the fuck down?!"
Matthew was just as confused as Alfred on Arthur's sudden change of disposition.
Arthur ignored Alfred's question continuing to walk on as if nothing happened.
"Matthew your Government and Economics class is right up ahead. Alfred, Algebra II is to your left. I entrust you both to find your way from here, I've got to go to English if you'll excuse me."
"Wait, Artie! Where are we supposed to me-" Arthur was gone.
"He did not just give you the cold shoulder, what the fuck is up his ass? Obviously he's still a damn douche. He's going to get a piece of my mind!"
Matthew sighed, "I'll see you after class bro."
***
Arthur sat in English fuming. So Ivan thought he was going to fool Alfred did he? Oh no, he was in for a surprise. Arthur was prepared this time. Not again. He wouldn't let Alfred die again.
Translations:
захватывающий- breathtaking
'Ложкой снег, мешая, Ночь идет большая, Что же ты, глупышка, не спишь?'- Lullaby Bear lyrics. It's such a lovely lullaby. Here's the link:
/watch?v=-978MokOGJQ&list=FLv60BtutpHY9w_e-l3ZX1iw&index=3
Dun. Dun. Dun. I hope I haven't thrown you all off the ship here. xD
I'm sorry it's so freakin' short but I just wanted to see how you all respond to this part. The next chapter will be much longer and you'll finally be able to meet Uncle Sam. Thanks for the positive feedback. XOXO. I will also be starting up other fanfics. So be on the lookout for those! Peace and Love.
