Here you go, the first chapter. Didn't mean to delay it, I can't finish typing it last night - time for my sleep(my mom forced me to off the computer, there wasn't much I could do.) so it's now here. the next chapter might be fast, might be slow. cuz I also have a multiple chapter one(not hetalia) on so it might be slow. Oh well, enjoy!

Editted: Beta'd by the lovely chibi-unicorn-girl!


'Arthur!' A knock on his door startled the busy school president. Arthur Kirkland scowled, he recognized the voice. If he had it his way, he would tell the frog to shove off, but he was his vice-president, so he couldn't just ignore him. So instead he just growled a 'come in'.

'What's the matter now, you frog?! Don't you know that I am busy during recess?'

Arthur glared at the newcomer, Francis Bonnefoy. Remind him why was he the vice-president again? Oh wait, it's because they said that he was too unsocial, so they had to have a social person as the vice-president. Bloody hell...

'Now now, Arthur. You're always busy whatever time it is.' The French rolled his eyes. 'But this is important.'

So you mean that all of the stuff you told me before was unimportant?!

'Fine, speak up.' Arthur unwillingly put down his pen and sat up straight, he stared at Francis, waiting for him to speak.

'Elizaveta, you know, our DJ?' Francis paused to see if Arthur knew who she was.

Arthur nodded impatiently and gestured for him to go on. 'Yes, what about her?'

Wait, now that I think about it, she hasn't come to the broadcasting room yet. But it's recess now… She's pretty late.

'Well,' Francis continued. 'She has a sore throat and she can't speak. So we don't have a DJ today, or for the rest of the week, it all depends on when she'll get better.'

'Okay, so?' Arthur shrugged. 'It's not like it's a big deal...' He was forced to stop speaking when Francis slammed his hands on his table, causing him to jump.

'What was that for?!'

'Arthur, you clearly do not know the importance of a DJ in our school! Our students depend on her!' Francis yelled. Then, without letting Arthur speak, he continued. 'You must replace her!'

'What?! NO! Are you bloody out of your mind?!' Arthur stood up and yelled back.

'Why should I replace her? There are loads of people out there! And girls! Isn't it tradition to have a female DJ?!'

'But only you and the DJ know about all the switches and buttons! It took days for Elizaveta to learn it all!' Francis said, gesturing to the broadcasting room that was on his left. 'We can't just choose a new one and teach her all of that in a single day! It would take ages! The only choice is you! You need to help!'

'But...' Arthur frowned. He really didn't like where things were going. 'So just say that the role of the DJ will be empty until Elizaveta gets better!'

'And risk making the principal angry?' Francis raised an eyebrow. 'You know how Principal loves the role of the DJ. And are you telling me that you want to leave it empty?' They both knew how the current principal loves having a DJ in the school, and how angry he will be when someone crosses him.

Arthur's face paled at the thought of the principal when he was angry. It wouldn't be good for anyone to anger him, he thought. He sighed in defeat and massaged his temples with his hand.

'Fine, frog, fine. I will do it. But you better make sure that you will deal with Elizaveta or another new girl, okay?'

'Of course.' Francis smiled. Somehow, Arthur thought that there was something wrong with Francis' smile. It looked as if the mouse had finally stolen the cheese, and killed the cat along the way... He pushed it out of his mind, thinking that it was just his imagination.

'Now go on to the broadcasting room, the students are waiting! You are late, after all!' Francis pushed Arthur into the smaller room, ignoring the smaller guy's protests that went like 'I don't need you to push me!'

Francis then slammed the door shut. After making sure that Arthur couldn't hear him, then and only then that his smile turned into a victorious smirk. Francis took out his phone and dialled a number. 'Eli? It's done...'


Alfred F. Jones and his group of friends were in the canteen. Tino Väinämöinen was busy talking to Berwald Oxenstierna while the latter just listened. Honda Kiku, his Japanese friend was busy reading the atmosphere while his brother was... Wait, where did he go? Alfred was sure that he was here just a while ago. Well, whatever. Feliks Łukasiewicz and Toris Laurinaitis was talking too, while Alfred himself was busy stuffing all the hamburgers he could fit into his mouth.

'Isn't the DJ, like, very late today?' Feliks suddenly turned to the group and said. Everybody looked at him and realised he was right. It was already eleven, and recess had started half an hour ago. Usually the DJ would already be talking.

'The DJ for this semester is Elizaveta, right? I think she's sick or something. She didn't talk in class just now.' Tino offered, eating his food. 'It was rare, she didn't even say a word. Although there was this weird smile on her face...'

'Sho chu men thas mo deejey tadey?' Alfred asked with a mouth full of hamburgers.

'For god's sake, Alfred, like, just swallow before you talk.' Feliks groaned. It really was a bad habit.

'Okay okay...' Alfred did what he was asked –swallowing- and asked again. 'So you mean that there's no DJ today?'

Tino shrugged. 'Maybe. But there had never been a time that there hasn't been a DJ, so I guess they'll either find someone else or just leave it empty.'

'I heard that the principal would be angry if there's no DJ.' Kiku suddenly said. 'And you won't want the principal to be angry.' He fidgeted a bit when he noticed that he got the whole table's attention, but he continued. 'Aniki once made the made the principal angry and he decided that aniki should be the tour guide of Ivan Braginski ...'

'The Russian? That was so cruel! He is so scary...' Toris exclaimed.

'What did you just say~~~' A cold voice said behind Toris. He shrieked, very unmanly, when he heard the infamous 'Kolkolkol...'

'Hey! Don't, like, bully my friend!' Feliks came to Toris' rescue. Sometimes Alfred and the others wondered if he was brave or just an idiot… Lately, they had decided it was the latter.

'Then don't talk bad about me, da? ' Ivan said with a creepy smile on his face. His aura behind him turned into shades of purple. Wang Yao, or Yao Wang, Kiku's brother who was beside the russian, sighed. He tugged at the bigger man's sleeve.

'Come on Ivan. Just leave them alone, aru...'

All of them, including Alfred, expected Ivan to ignore the Chinese boy, but they were surprised when Ivan did listen to him and walked away while complaining that Yao had 'ruined his fun'. Yao Wang turned back and gave his brother, Kiku, a nod. Kiku did the same to his brother.

'Well, they got along quite well anyway...' Tino smiled awkwardly and said.

Everybody nodded. And before another conversation could start, they all heard the speakers click, signifying that someone had switched it on. Immediately, the whole school quieted down.

They all expected the girl, Elizaveta's voice so everybody was shocked when they heard a guy's voice. 'Ahem...well, this is weird.'

'Who is that?' the school became so noisy upon hearing that guy's voice that the buildings shook. There was an unspoken rule in the school that the DJ must be a girl, so why was it a guy now?!

'Okay, I cannot hear any noise from here because this room is sound proof, but I know that all of you are making a ruckus down there, so shut the bloody hell up!' The voice from the speakers continued with a yell.

Everybody shut up.

If Alfred didn't recognise the voice before, he sure did now. It was his best friend, no, scratch that his ex-best friend. The microphone made his voice a little different, but those kind of swear words definitely belonged to Arthur Kirkland. But why was he the DJ? What happened?

'I shall assume that the school is now quiet, so I'm going to explain this once and only once.' He continued. 'It appears that your DJ before has a sore throat and cannot speak. And unfortunately I have to temporarily replace her. No questions, right? Good.'

You didn't even give us the chance to ask! Was what everybody thought. A few of the smarter students thought He can't even hear us! How the hell could we ask?!

A stressed sigh was heard clearly through the speakers. 'I guess I really have to sit here and talk to myself, huh? Well, while I get used to this headset, you might as well listen to a song. Don't expect me to know what song is coming on, it's all random, okay?' Another click of the microphone and they all heard the song start. It was 'We Are Young'.

'That's interesting... fancy them making a male DJ...' Toris voiced out his opinion, who finally gotten over his trauma of the Russian.

'How do you know he's forced?' Tino asked, looking at the Lithuanian.

'Dude, hear the annoyed tone?' Alfred said and ate another hamburger. 'Iz ominously ors.'

'Alfred-san, swallow.' Kiku reminded him, giving him the eye.

Alfred smiled and swallowed. He always seemed to forget that action.

The other students who got over their surprise were now talking about the new DJ.

'But somehow his voice seemed familiar...the mike made it quite hard to pinpoint who...' Toris rubbed his chin while he tried to recall the time when he had heard the voice.

'Yeah, like, me too. But I can't, like, pinpoint it to someone...' Feliks agreed. He turned to the others. 'How about you guys?'

Tino, Berwald and Kiku shook his their head. 'Alfred?'

''Yeah, well, I sorta knew who he is...' Alfred scratched his cheek, smiling apologetically. 'But seeing who he is, he definitely won't want anybody to find out, so the awesome me won't tell.'

'Ceh! Whatever. We'll know, like, sooner or later.' Feliks shrugged and continued eating his food. The others also continued eating.

'By the way, where's Mattie? I swear he was with us a while ago...' Alfred asked, looking around.

'Al, I'm right beside you...'


Hehe, I just had to add that Canada stuff at the end of the chapter!

Well, see you in the next chapter.

xxfelicialovescatsxx

-I had to force myself to say that the mouse kill the cat...how sad...