Chapter 2: Classroom

A/N: Hello again! I hope you're enjoying the story, but I have something important to tell you. I write most of my chapter ahead of time, so I'm not going to do that whole '*blank* reviews for a new chapter' thing. However, that means that if I stop updating, I either ran out of ideas or I gave up on the story.

But, enough seriousness let us all derp! .-.

"Different Language"

Thoughts and Flashbacks

'Flashback Words'

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA

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"G-Gomenasai!" Kiku cried before grabbing his book and running. He ran all the way to the courtyard before stopping for a breath.

That was Asa Kirkland… Kiku thought. You could probably guess by Kiku's demeanor that he gets or has gotten bullied a lot. He has, by groups up people, but he remembered Arthur Kirkland the most.

Two years ago, when they were in junior high together, Arthur was a member of the BTT. The BTT were notorious for bullying or sexually harassing others. They didn't do it to everyone, but Kiku was one of those unlucky few.

Kiku stealthily crept around the corner; his third class was only three doors down.

'I can make it' he whispered to the air. He pushed his glasses up and walked quietly to the class, but he barely got to touch the door knob before being pulled aside.

'Where do you think you're going Honda?' Arthur Kirkland smirked

Arthur was a new recruit to the BTT, so he was trying to prove himself by bullying others.

'M-My third h-hour…'

Arthur knocked the textbooks out of Kiku's hands, making the smaller boy flinch.

'Stop stuttering' Arthur sneered, Kiku flinched again. Arthur leaned in close, his breath hot against Kiku's ear.

'You are my prey from now on Honda.' He whispered. Kiku froze his eyes wide. He was terrified, he didn't want to bullied, or molested or all the other horrible things people said the BTT do to their prey.

'Pick up your books and get out of my sight.' Arthur said, glaring into Kiku's eyes. Kiku bent down to grab his text books and when he got back up, Arthur was gone.

Kiku shivered remembering that instance; he had the worst school life in Junior High because of it. Not academically, but socially.

"Asa-san still seems as cruel as ever.." Kiku said, but something seemed a bit off with him. He didn't call me Honda when he found me…Kiku thought.

That was one thing Arthur was known for when he was in the BTT, he always called his prey by their last name whenever he called out to them. Kiku looked up at the sky and then looked back down to the ground.

Maybe…he doesn't remember me? Kiku thought. A spark of hope surged through his body, and he cracked the faintest of smiles.

"Maybe he doesn't…" he whispered hopefully. He turned his heel and walked back inside the school.

++Transition++

Arthur crawled out of his reading spot and stretched. Five minutes before the bell he thought. He began walking to his first class, his mind on the intruder from this morning.

"He seems awful familiar…" Arthur thought, looking down at the ground. Something…his hair and his eyes, I feel like I've seen him somewhere before…

Without looking, he reached for doorknob to his first class, but recoiled when he felt a hand on his. He looked up to see who it was.

Wang Yao, with his little brother and cousins trailing behind. Arthur internally groaned, he and Yao haven't been on the easiest terms since junior high.

"Wang." He said monotonously

"Kirkland." Yao shot back. He turned the door knob and walked, his family following. Arthur watched as they walked in single file, none of them turning to look at him…but one.

The boy with the raven hair and brown eyes, he looked at him for a second, before turning his head. Arthur followed his form with confusion, then he walked in himself.

There were five rows of seven seats, and the seven Asians took the row on the far left. Arthur saw Alfred, Gilbert and Antonio in the next row over, so he strolled over there, sitting behind his Spanish friend. He looked to his right, Kristnya, a Czech girl was sitting there, behind her twin brother Ludek. To his left was the boy from this morning.

Arthur stared, something about him is familiar! He screamed to himself. His stare may have lingered too long, because Yao threw an eraser at him.

"What the hell!"

"Stop molesting my brother with your eyes, aru." He turned around immediately. Arthur picked up the eraser and contemplated throwing it back at Yao, but the teacher walked in.

"Good morning class," he said in a confident booming voice, "I am Mr. Luzon, your Literature and Composition teacher. Let's take roll." His green eyes glinted in, what looked like excitement, as he scanned the class.

"Emil Steilsson?"

"Here" An Icelandic boy with pale hair and blue eyes raised his hand.

"Elizaveta Hedervary?"

"Present!"

"Gupta Hassan?"

"…" the Egyptian boy raised his hand.

"Kristnya Doubek?"

"Here~!"

"Ludek Doubek?"

The roll call went on for a while, Arthur merely raised his hand when called and the first six Asians all said 'present'. It was the mystery boy's turned, Arthur looked at him through his hair.

"Kiku Honda?"

"Present…" he said shyly.

Everything froze for Arthur, Did he just say…Honda?

A/N: Gah! I feel like this story is boring, but I want the relationship to build up from fear and dislike to love and care. It's going to take a long while…

R&R please!