Chapter 2: choose your friends

America P.O.V

Alfred's stomach was growling since already an hour when the lunch time bell rang. He ran to the exit and dashed into the cafeteria. He took his tray, not without grumbling about the frugality of the meal (according to him). The dining room was crowded and very noisy. The freshman didn't make friends yet, so he was looking for a nice table or a quiet place.

And he saw them again. Green eyes. Those beautiful orbs who had haunted his mind since their altercation. Or rather the boy who he had hit yesterday. What was his name again? Arthur Kirkland. He also seemed to have difficulty to found a sit.

Strangely, when the Britain appeared in the refectory, Alfred noticed the sudden heaviness of the atmosphere. "Huh? What the hell?" asked America. Many malicious signs of other students to Arthur didn't escaped to his azure eyes. Everything hinted that he wasn't welcomed. Bad looks went from everywhere. "Why is Arthur hated?" said Alfred to himself. America was about to approach him, when a boy with black hair tied jet and sharp-eyed decided to block his way. He walked to the American and whispered in his ear:

"A good advice for you, keep your distance from this guy if you want a school life without any problems.

-Then, what's the matter with Arthur?" America raised an eyebrow. He was a new student after all.

The black-haired gave him a glare.

"More than his bad temper, he's cursed by the evil eye"

At this revelation, the American almost dropped his tray. The Chinese gave him a glare:

"I'm warning you one last time. Choose your allies if you want to survive in this cutthroat world that is high school. "He shrugged. He went away leaving the stunned hero.

England P.O.V

This year again, Arthur was alone, rejected by all. Whenever he approached a table, other students made him understand that he had no place among them. He walked away, sighing slightly. He did no longer care about the harsh looks over him. He was not listening the whisperings behind his back.

On the other hand his character didn't not help at all. Touchy as hell and very sarcastic, he made no effort to change his behavior. Being the youngest of his family, his older brothers saw him as a scapegoat. In support of his misfortune, his school life wasn't really to please him. Although having good averages, this incredibly contrasted with his taciturn character. Which made him hated by the other students, and even by some teachers. Especially that of Francis Bonnefoy since he had blithely called him toad face in front of everyone to have it (supposedly) "sexually harassed" with his perverse impulses.

The blond finally found an empty table a bit isolated. He settled there and smiled contentedly, enjoying this moment of calm and serenity. He quietly took his fork and spurred a piece of broccoli, savoring the aroma of delicious food. Arthur bring broccoli to his mouth slowly, but it did not arrive at its intended destination. A huge mouth was out of nowhere to swallow at once the piece of greenery.

"Dude! The food is pretty good here! "said a cheerful and enthusiastic voice.

When he recognized the familiar voice, Arthur paled. Still shocked, he turned his head slightly to the food thief ... before literally take a greenish tint.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" exclaimed England.

"Na-ahahah!" laughed Alfred. "You seemed sad alone, so I decided to stay with you.

-Leave me alone!" growled English. "You brought me enough problems yesterday!"

America sighed and shrugged apologetically. He mockingly patted the arm of his elder, who looked at him with annoyance.

"I understand what the others were saying now!" cried the blonde. "Geez! No surprising that people avoid you with such a character!

-Shut the hell up!" Arthur retorted. "Do not meddle in my affairs, you git! I don't want to see you again!"

With that, Arthur got up quickly, took his plate just begun, and left the table, leaving Alfred speechless.

America POV

America was still frozen when his classmate joined him.

"What happened, Alfred?" asked politely Japan, with a stoic face.

The blonde replied abruptly and turned quickly to his friend.

"Do you know Arthur?

"Kirkland Arthur?" wondered the little brown. "He is a second year. He is not very popular with the other students.

-It's what I was thinking ... "grumbled America.

"But he's nice." Kiku interrupted.

"Huh?"

"Yesterday, one of my Registration paper was gone and got stuck in a tree, "explained Japan. "He climbed the tree to retrieve it. He isn't that bad, in my opinion.

-It's true that he helped me too to find my way ..." Alfred recognized. "Oh boy! What a weirdo guy"

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