Chapter 2- Classes begin
The first day of lessons had begun. Arthur looked at the timetable in his hands before taking of in the direction of the history class room. It was his second year of college and he wasn't too fond of being in a place full of 'wankers' as he called them.
"Excuse me," He said pushing his way past a tall blonde German.
"Um… do you know vhere the history class room ist?" Ludwig asked stopping the English man.
"Um, yes," Arthur answered, looking at the tall first year, "I'm going their now,"
Ludwig nodded before following the shorter man. They walked a way down the west hall corridor before they reached the room. Opening the door they were met with a chorus of voices and many different accents.
"OMG! Arthur Kirkland? Long-time no see man!" Alfred came running from his seat beside Matthew and swept the brit into a rib cracking hug.
"Hey! Ludi! Come sit with us!" Gilbert's voice was heard from the back but Ludwig ignored it.
Instead he found himself beside a very reserved and timid Japanese boy. The room was so noisy. Looking around he took in his fellow first years and the second years. 'So this is my history class?' He thought with a sigh.
Beside the Japanese boy was a Greek boy who appeared to be fast asleep; over the other side of the room a Russian boy sitting with a smaller Chinese girl, wait I mean boy. Up the back were of course Gilbert, Francis and Antonio.
A Swedish guy sat, trying to ignore everyone else, beside a Finish boy and another boy wearing a red shirt and black coat who was swinging on his chair. A polish girl sat near a window watching everything going on outside with her iPod in.
Entering the room a boy with long-ish brown hair and green eyes, smiled and walked over to the polish girl. An Austrian boy appeared to be the trios subject of pestering at the moment and was about to snap.
A Hungarian girl patted his arm gently, helping him to keep his temper. Running into the room a girl with huge breasts and short hair, looking a bit like the Russian boy, looked around before taking a seat by another girl who couldn't take her eyes off her elder brother.
The last two to make up this odd class was a Belgium girl who smelt like chocolate and a boy with blonde hair, who wore a green coat with a white cross on the sleeve. The teacher entered the room and everyone settled down.
It was five minutes into to class when the doors burst open and two Italian boys came into the room.
"Ve~ is this the history class?" Feliciano said with a smile.
"Yes, you must be the Vargas brothers," The teacher said with a slight scowl from having been interrupted, "Please take a seat,"
Feliciano and Lovino looked around the room; the only spare seats were beside the Hungarian girl and Antonio. Lovino looked at his brother who had quickly taken the seat beside the cute girl, leaving him to sit beside the Spanish basted.
"Hola~ Romano," Antonio smiled; Gilbert and Francis snickered behind him.
"Shut up," Lovino said before turning his head away.
"Hello, I'm Elizabeta Héderváry," The Hungarian girl said as Feliciano sat down.
"Ve~ Feliciano Vargas!"
"Is this your first year too?"
"Yeah,"
"Nice to meet you, Feliciano, I'm Roderich Edelstein," The Austrian boy gave a slight smile that vanished quickly.
"World War 1 began in…" The teacher's voice rose and the three looked to the front suddenly before writing down what was written on the board.
The bell went and everyone began packing up to move to their next period. Lovino was glad to leave the room and Spanish basted. He made his way to his next class quickly, leaving Feliciano to fend for himself.
Entering the room the creative writing class was held in, Lovino was able to relax until…
"Oh Romano~" That Spanish voice was going to haunt his dreams!
"Oh dear god," Lovino face-tabled as Antonio sat beside him.
"So you like writing?"
"No, I just find it easier to write what I think and feel then to say it," Lovino muttered, hopping Antonio didn't hear him.
"Really, is that so?" Antonio said with another smile.
Just then the girl that smelt like chocolates for the history entered the room and looked around. Spotting Lovino and Antonio she smiled as she walked over to them.
"Um… can I sit with you guys?" She asked.
"Sure~!" Antonio smiled before moving his things from the table and moving closer to Lovino, much to his displeasure, "By the way I'm Antonio and this is Romano,"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Bella," Bella smiled and shook Antonio and Lovino's hands before the class begun.
Feliciano had no idea where his Fratello had gone nor did he know where he was meant to go next. Elizabeta saw the lost and sad expression Feliciano was showing.
"What class have you got know?" She asked, bringing the Italian out of his thoughts.
"Ve~… I think it's a cooking class…" Feliciano smiled awkwardly as Elizabeta pulled out her timetable.
"On yes, Home economics? I've got that too so you won't be lonely!" Elizabeta reassured the Italian as they left the history class room.
Reaching the kitchens and Home economics department, Elizabeta and Feliciano looked around the room. Much too both their horror there was a 'seating plan' so to speak, meaning they had to work with strangers.
Elizabeta looked at Feliciano who just shrugged his shoulders and skipped lightly over to his place beside Ludwig. Elizabeta looked around and nearly threw something as she found she was with none other than the 'Awesome' Gilbert.
"Ve~ Hello," Feliciano said to the straight faced German.
"Um… Hi," Ludwig looked at the smaller boy, "I'm Ludwig,"
"Ve~ I'm Feliciano Vargas~" Feliciano didn't think the German was as scary as he looked; he even seemed rather nice…
The day of classes went by and nothing to exciting had happened. As Feliciano came back to his shared dorm with Lovino he found his brother face down on his bed, muttering something in Italian about how he was going to kill Antonio.
"Ve~ Hi Fratello, how was your day? Make any friends? ~" Feliciano practically skipped into the room as he put his things down.
"No" Lovino growled, he day had been rather crappy as he found that he was in just about every class that Spanish basted was.
"Ok then~ I did!" Feliciano thought about all the people he'd met.
"Well la-de-freaking-da," Lovino hated college.
Francis sighed as he came back to his dorm. 'Not a single cutie to share a bed with tonight,' He wasn't a pervert or a play boy he just liked compony, 'maybe Gilbert will… Antonio seems to have his eye on that little Italian so he's out of the question,'
"No and that's final!" Francis was bought out of his thoughts as his British roommate hung up his phone rather angrily.
"Who was that Mon ami," Francis chuckled.
"Jones, he wanted me to go out with him tonight," Arthur just frowned before flopping back on his bed and staring at his phone.
"Like on a date? ~" Francis loved romance and teasing his British friend.
"No! Not on date! Why on earth would I go on a date with A) Jones and B) A man," Arthur flicked his head around to glare at the Frog.
"What's the problem with dating a man," Francis sat down and reached for his phone, "If I remember correctly you dated me for a while in high school,"
"Oh god, please don't remind me of that… and it wasn't really dating when all we did was have sex,"
Arthur lay on his bed, his phone going from hand to hand as Francis text the people most likely to sleep with him. 'Alfred… I still remember what you said to me at graduation… did you mean it? Do you still feel that way?'
~Later that night~
"Thanks for that," The boy on the bed said as Kiku got dressed, "Here's what I owe you,"
Kiku took the money and bowed respectfully as he left the room. Taking out his phone he crossed off the boy's name from his list. Looking at who was next he found that that was his last customer for the night meaning he could go back to his dorm and rest for a bit.
Reaching the red house he went straight to dorm 36. Opening the door quietly he found that his German roommate was still awake. Ludwig furrowed his eyebrows as the Japanese boy entered; he wondered where this boy had been last night and now tonight.
Ludwig thought about asking but then thought that it was really none of his business what others got up too. The only person he worried about was his elder brother. Ludwig knew that Gilbert wanted to be the one looking after him but it always turns out to be the other way.
Ludwig remembered the day Gilbert ran away from home. He was gone for three years, their parents seemed to just forget he ever existed but Ludwig took it really hard. Gilbert was the one who had really raised him; he was the only friend he had.
After that Ludwig gave up relying on people, he grew up alone from then on and now… now he won't let anyone in. His heart is stone.
(AUTHORS NOTE: Well done me! 2nd chapter done and looking pretty good! What do you guys think? If you have any suggestions or things like that let me know! Creative criticism is welcome to help me improve too! Love you all! I'll see you for the next chapters and my upcoming fan fictions~)
