Alfred sat through the first half of his chemistry class tapping his finger incessantly against the wooden surface of his desk with a pout on his face. The American was sulking, pissed at the fact that he'd just literally been kicked out of the student council room then had the door violently slammed in his face. He just couldn't believe that anyone would slam a door on him. The Hero! And for no reason at all! And he was just standing there being awesome, too!

Continuing to rap his finger against the hard surface, Alfred bit his lip in increasing annoyance at the memory of how easily the student council president had insulted and treated him like some sort of nuisance. No one had ever done that before.

Not even his parents.

And it pissed him off.

" Get together with your assigned partners and go through the questions on pages 142 to 144 in your textbooks. The questions are due by the end of class, so no fooling around. "

Snapping out of his sulk session, Alfred glanced up from his desk, at the assignment written on the board. He slid his textbook out of his bag, flipping through the pages before he turned his sight to the room . The rest of the class were each paired up with another student and were either talking, or already setting up to work on their assignment. Alfred raised his hand, waving it to get the teacher's attention.

" Hey teach! I wasn't given a partner!"

The teacher gazed up from his desk for a moment, frowning. " Your partner's sitting beside you, Alfred. "

Lowering his arm, Alfred swivelled to turn to his side, confused. He didn't see anyone take the desk beside him since the class first started. But, looking over to his side, he saw that there was indeed another male, one with violet eyes and light golden hair, seated in the desk. Alfred grinned brightly at recognizing his brother.

" Mattie! You're my partner? That's awesome! "

The American slapped his hand on his brother's back, earning a whimper and a small scowl from the violet eyed teen. Matthew glanced up from his work to acknowledge his twin " Hey, Al."

Ignoring the greeting, the American continued to slap his brother on the back, talking jovially, and not noticing the cringes of pain the smacks earned.

" Man, it's great that we're in the same class! I haven't seen you for a long time since you went on that exchange trip to Canada! "

Matthew feebly tried to inch away from his brother's reach, his back starting to ache from the repeated strikes. " That trip was last year, eh. And we live together, so I saw you this morning...I was also was in all your classes this morning... "

The American's grin fell as he tilted his head, looking genuinely puzzled .

" You were?", he paused, furrowing his eyebrows in more confusion. " And we live together? "

Matthew shook his head dejectedly at the question. " This is why mom and dad made you switch schools..."


Time left in class disappeared quickly, with no work done on Alfred's side. Instead, the golden haired blond was chatting away into Matthew's ear as the other male tried to focus on the work in front of him and not snap at the noisy American, before time ran out. Unfortunately, the way the other male kept flapping his mouth loudly wasn't helpful.

" So the guy just slams the door on me! On ME! The Hero! Can you believe it? He was just telling me to follow the rules then he breaks one by kicking me out the door! And then he fucking locked it before I even got the chance to get up! I didn't even do anything wrong! I was just standing by the door, mindin' my own business. What a jerk! It's like he's got a permanent stick up his ass or something! I don't know what his problem is but he really should get laid!", the American paused for a moment, the silence being music to the other's ears. " Hey Mattie? Ya listenin' ta me? What'd you think of that jerk president, Arthur Kirkland? "

Matthew gripped at his pencil, trying to keep his annoyance in check and almost snapping it in half. He turned to his older brother with a strained smile on his face. " He's not bad, eh. He can be strict sometimes but he has good leadership. "

The blue eyed male frowned at the answer. " But he acts like some posh old guy! And he wears sweater vests like an old man too! Y'know, I think he's jealous of me or something 'cause I'm so awesome and he's not. That's why he's so mean! Right, Matt?"

Matthew nodded, deciding it was better to just agree to whatever his brother was saying instead of starting an argument that the American, with his stubborn mind set, would undoubtedly win. He turned his head back in front of him. " There's five minutes left in class, Al. You should start working, eh."

Turning his head towards the clock, Alfred swore at the sight of the time. He stared at his brother with pleading eyes, pulling up his bottom lip into a pout and successfully planting a heartbreaking puppy dog expression on his face . " Let me copy yours, please Mattie ! "

The violet eyed male grumbled, trying to glance away from the increasingly watery eyes that his brother was sporting. After a moment, he grudgingly agreed. " Fine."

The American's face lit up as he silently cheered at his win. " Thanks, love ya bro! "

Matthew just shook his head dejectedly in response. Why he did these things for his brother would be something he'd never understand.


The moment the sound of the bell echoed through the school signalling both the end of class and the beginning of lunch break, Alfred rushed straight for the cafeteria, giving a triumphant fist pump at finding that he was the first person there. He ran up to the empty line, making his first order for lunch.

" Can I get six burgers, four large fries, two apple pies, and two chocolate milk shakes? "

The lunch lady looked up at him, shocked at the large order, almost dropping the newspaper she was reading. Alfred smiled in return using his model smile, smirking when the lunch lady blushed. Just one more sucker who fell for his charm. Still blushing, the lunch lady set off to prepare his order, leaving Alfred alone until a second male entered the cafeteria. The American turned to the entrant, frowning at the sight of the student council president standing beside him. Arthur was reading a book, although the title was out of Alfred's line of sight.

" Hey, why are you here? "

Arthur glanced up at the American, his face displaying an 'are you stupid' expression. He answered after returning his attention to his novel.

" The cafeteria is a public area, Jones. I'm entitled to be here. "

" But you don't have to stand right beside me! I'm still mad at you for kicking me! Why'd you have to be an asshole and do that anyways? I wasn't bothering anyone! "

A nerve began to pulse in Arthur's temple as he sharply snapped the book shut and glowered darkly at the American. " Your very existence is an irritation to me, Jones. I was merely ridding the room of a nuisance. "

" I'm not a nuisance! I was probably doing you guys a favour with being awesome! You're probably just jeal- "

Alfred was cut off when the lunch lady reappeared with his order as well as another tray topped tea and scones. She placed his meal in front of him, smiling both at the American and the emerald eyed male.

" Arthur! I assumed it's tea and scones today, too?"

Scowl disappearing, a gentlemanly smile appeared on the Brit's face before he reached out to take his tray. " Yes ma'am. "

The lunch lady smiled softly at the politeness before bidding the teen goodbye. Arthur made a move to find an empty table but his effort was paused when Alfred shot his arm out and gripped the smaller male on the shoulder. " Hey! I was still talking to ya!"

The scowl returned on the sandy blond teen's face before he turned back, glowering. " And I wasn't listening. Now can you remove that blasted hand of yours before your fan club begins making plans to lure me into an bloody alley and stab me?"

Furrowing his eyebrows, Alfred turned towards the cafeteria entrance and saw that dozens of students were already making their way into the room, and that there was indeed a group of teenage girls whispering to themselves excitedly and shooting especially dark glares at Arthur. He loosened his grip on the Brit's shoulders allowing the other male to brush it off.

" It'll be better for both of us if you sod off and go entertain your groupies, Jones. ", the sandy blond crinkled his nose in disgust at glancing the large pile of food on the American's tray before moving past Alfred, towards the tables. " Oh, and enjoy your lunch. "

Continuing to make his way forward and resuming his search for an empty table in the now crowded cafeteria, Arthur muttered to himself in a voice loud enough for Alfred to hear. " ...as if I'd ever be jealous of a child. "

Scowling, the American swivelled to face the Brit's back, calling after him. " I'm not a -"

Before he could finish his sentence a group of girls rushed up at him, grinning ecstatically. " Alfred! Can we all eat lunch with you? ! "

Looking down on the girls, the American smiled professionally, though he was a little annoyed that he was interrupted. " Of course! Where'd ya'll want to sit? "

The girls giggled manically, sharing looks with each other before leading him to a table with even more overexcited fans. Glancing at the direction where the Brit last took off, Alfred saw Arthur still reading his book alone, a cup of tea in hand. He turned away from the sight following the group of girls, smiling.


After a full fifteen minutes of entertaining his fans, Alfred began to feel bored. The American wasn't a patient person by nature and a couple of minutes of answering questions with a constant smile was all he could handle before his patience wore thin. So, turning his sight towards the room, he tried to lookfor something that could keep him entertained for even a few more minutes. There was nothing. He tapped his feet impatiently, sighing quietly, and getting up to find something to do that was more amusing than keeping a group of giggly girls pleased. Excusing himself from the table, he winked at the girls, hoping that the gesture could keep them satisfied for the rest of lunch break. Fortunately, it did for the moment, allowing Alfred to find something new to play with, mainly a sandy haired Briton.

" Arthur! "

The American called out to the emerald eyed male, strutting towards him. Arthur was still reading his book alone, though he spared a small, annoyed glance at the approaching male. The Briton sighed, irritated, as Alfred dropped down in the seat across from him.

" Bored already, Jones? "

Alfred grinned at the other teen." 'Course not! I was just..."

The sentence trailed off as the American scratched the back of his head, thinking of something else to say. Arthur sighed a second time. " You were bored."

This time Alfred agreed. " Well, kinda..."

Flipping a page of his book, the sandy haired blond mumbled quietly to himself. " Attention span of a child as well..."

The American, being just across from the Brit, heard the comment and frowned in response, eyebrows furrowing. " Stop calling me a kid! We're the same age! So if I'm a kid then so are you! "

Arthur glanced up from his novel, scowling, though his eyes held a flicker of amusement. " I was talking about your mental age, Jones "

Alfred's frown deepened at the remark

" Stop being so mean! I'm not a child! ", the American retorted, his voice rising. The volume of his voice caught the attention of several students in the room causing them to look over at the two males, curious. Arthur, noticing this, and not wanting to cause a spectacle sighed and decided to take action.

"Do you want a caramel, Jones? ", Arthur reached into his pocket, procuring a small, individually wrapped piece of candy, and handed it to the American. Alfred took it without any qualms, though slightly suspicious at the Brit's change in attitude. And like Arthur predicted, the tiny piece of candy raised the American's mood, wiping the frown off his face as he sucked on the piece of candy, thoughtfully. The Briton smiled slightly at his victory and at the proof that the Alfred did have a mind - set of a person half his age.

" So. What 'cha readin'?", Alfred asked. He leaned over the table to take a peek at one of Arthur's open pages, still sucking on the caramel in his mouth.

Arthur flipped through another page, not bothering to look up from his novel to correct the American's grammer and scowl. " It's ' what are you reading' not 'wha 'cha readin', git. And what I am reading is none of your business. I'm not here to entertain you , Jones, so either leave before I castrate you or shut up. "

" Hey! You're being mean again! ", the American pouted slightly before lighting up in a grin. Shutting his mouth, he quietly shuffled behind the Brit, who was too focused with reading his novel, and plucked the book out of Arthur's hand, earning an indignant cry of protest from the other male and quickly striding back to his side of the table.

" OI! Give me back my bloody book, you wanker! ", Arthur yelled, shooting up to snatch the book back from out of American's reach. He swiped air as the table hindered his reach while Alfred just grinned at the Briton's effort, prancing back farther from the emerald eyed male's range.

" Ha ha! I bet this is some boring old history novel or something! "

The American flipped the book open, smirking as he began to read a sentence from the book aloud. " Alice moaned in pleasure as James thrust into her faster...and..."

Alfred's voice dropped with his smile as he realized what the novel really was. " Porn? "

Arthur glared at the golden haired blond as he sent his hand forward in front of him, motioning at the American to hand back his precious porn novel. Alfred just stood silently, reading another sentence of the novel, making sure that the first one wasn't a fluke. He frowned, looking up at the angry emerald eyed male. " You were reading porn? "

Rolling his eyes, the student council president scoffed sardonically. " Do you plan on reading the entire bloody page to make sure, Jones? Of course it's bloody porn, now give it back. "

The American looked back at the page then at the smaller male. " Why are you reading porn? "

" Because I prefer not to look at mindless smut that serves nothing but to lower my I.Q "Arthur sneered, annoyed at blue eyed male's stupidity. " Is it too much for you for daft wanker like you, Jones? Do you prefer to look at girls exploiting themselves in front of cameras for other's entertainment? Or maybe you'd prefer to look at pictures of yourself while jerking off? If that's all, give back the bloody book. "

" No. ", Alfred snapped the book shut in anger at the Briton's words. He just wanted to have a little fun teasing the guy, but Arthur had gone too far. " Stop acting like a jerk! You've been mean to me ever since I walked into this school. It's not fair! Why are you being such an asshole? !"

Arthur glared back in return, answering with his voice dripping with scorn." How many times do you want me to repeat myself, Jones? You irritate me. Did you think I'd be nice to you just because you were a celebrity? I told you before, you can't expect everyone to like you just because you're a self-proclaimed hero. "

" That doesn't mean you can act like a damn jerk wad! "

The American slammed his fist on the table with aggravation, attracting the attention of every student in the cafeteria. Arthur just let out a long sigh, as if bored.

" Is attracting attention and calling me names all you can do, boy? " Arthur reached his hand out again, signalling the American to return the book once again. Alfred slapped the book on the table, azure orbs ablaze and stared directly into the other male's eyes.

" No! I'm gonna show you how awesome I am! "

Arthur picked his book off the table, brushing it off as if it touched something dirty and placing it under his arm. He returned the American's gaze, amused. " Oh. Is that so? And how are you going to bloody do that? "

The blue eyed male grinned, his eyes carrying a challenge. " I'm gonna make you fall in love with me! "

Arthur doubled back in surprise at Alfred's words, as did the majority of the cafeteria. None of them had expected him to say what he did, but once they composed themselves, many of them, the girls especially scowled, jealous of the Briton. Others, such as a green eyed Hungarian smiled with amusement. Arthur's face went blank as he seemingly examined the American..

" Is this your way of sicking the pack of angry girls behind you on me? ", the emerald eyed male's expression rose to a smirk. " Clever."

Alfred scowled, annoyed that the Brit wasn't taking him seriously. " I'm serious! I'm gonna show you how awesome I am! I'll win! And you'll see how amazing I am!"

Arthur's smile fell for a moment as something dark past through his eyes. He muttered to himself, quietly, too quiet for the American to hear. "...win? Does he think this is a game?"

The smirk on Arthur's face quickly returned, though the amusement in his eyes previously were no longer present. " If you want me to fall in love with you Jones, I suggest you work on that appalling grammar and arrogance of yours. Right now, you're not even remotely appealing to me. Nor will you ever be. "

The emerald eyed male turned his back to the American, walking over to the trash bin to dump the empty styrofoam cup that had once held his tea . If Alfred had seen Arthur's face at that moment, he would have seen the smile gone, replaced with something akin to disgust and anger. Striding out the exit, Arthur made his way to the student council room with all the students parting to make way for the livid president. Alfred was left standing in the cafeteria, staring at the door with new determination. He wasn't going to lose! Arthur was going to see just how awesome the Hero was!

" I told you not to piss him off, Alfred..."

Surprised at the sudden voice, Alfred turned to meet the source, catching sight of two familiar pigtails . He grinned at seeing Michelle.

" Don't worry! I'll definitely win! ", the American's grin dropped for a moment. " Kinda annoying that he's not taking me seriously though. "

Michelle shook her head. " You've made him angry, Alfred. He's taking you seriously..."

She glanced at the door, where Arthur just exited, a little worried. " You should watch out. I'm on the student council so I know him pretty well. He's pretty scary when he's pissed. "

Alfred smiled again, bright and reassuring. " That old man won't stand a chance against the Hero! "

Sighing, the pigtailed girl shook her head again. " You just declared war on the president of the student council, Alfred. I'm not going to take sides but Kiku and Gilbert will. They're pretty lax, but they've known Arthur for a long time. If they're going to take sides...they won't be taking yours. "


Arthur slammed the door to the student council, with more strength than needed, causing it to shudder against it's frame. His face was contorted in absolute rage as he strode to his desk, loosening his tie and dropping down into his chair. He gritted his teeth angrily, his emerald orbs darkened.

" That blasted git! Thinks messing with me is game, does he? "

The teen clenched his fists on his desks, glowering at the empty room. After a moment, the door clicked opening, allowing a Japanese teen to enter into the office. Kiku quirked an eyebrow at the angry Brit before smiling slightly.

" Ah. So the rumours of Jones -san's confession is true?"

" Don't call it a confession! You'll make it sound like it's bloody worth something!", Arthur scoffed, glowering. " Anyways, you heard? "

" Yes. Gossip travels rather quickly here, I suppose.", Kiku answered, walking over to his own desk in the room.

Arthur sighed. " It does, doesn't it? How was you meeting with Mr. Karpusi?"

The Japanese flushed slightly before smiling softly. " It was rather...eventful, I would say. And how was your lunch with Jones -san."

" Arrogant gits like him disgust me.", Arthur's eyes darkened again. " He challenged me to a game."

Kiku glanced over at the student president. " A game? And? "

Arthur smirked darkly. " I'm going to give him one. "


A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I decided to continue it. Love you guys! Oh and there's a reason why Arthur hates people like Alfred so much but the reason won't come clear 'till later chapters! I might've made him more cynical than I intended 'cause I was kind of mad when I wrote this chapter because of some annoying people in my life. I'm okay now though. Also, Matthew will probably have a bigger part in later chapters but I'm having a hard time deciding who I should pair him with right now. What do you guys think? France or Prussia? If I pair him with Prussia then France will go with Seychelles but if I pair him with France then Prussia will be happy to be alone, at least until I decide to pair him up with someone else. Doesn't really matter either way, but it's one or the other. I put a poll up...should be on my profile... Well, I just updated new chapters for both my fics at the same time so I'm a bit brain dead right now. Review~~~