And in this chapter... ALFRED~! (And Arthur too, don't worry... ;-) )

Alfred: Mikai doesn't own Hetalia. Because if she did, I would be the subject of a Notosama game. And not in the "Hero" way like in Notosama 6. Like the "Prussia and Spain" way in Notosama 5.

"Alfred, you idiot, why wouldn't you just get out of bed earlier?" Arthur Kirkland snapped as he walked briskly out of the front door of his dormitory and readjusted the black tie of his completely in dress code school uniform. His naturally spiky blonde hair, which he had given up slicking back at all, was the only thing about him that seemed out of place. Otherwise, he exuded the stifling atmosphere of an honors student.

"Aw, Arty, don't be like that! Who doesn't want to sleep in a little now and then?" Alfred Jones came hopping out after his grumpy roommate, pulling on a star-spangled pair of Converse and attempting to speak through a mouthful of half-burnt toast. His dirty blonde hair was purposefully styled messily, except one untamable piece in the middle of his head that Arthur affectionately *cough*right*cough* called his "idiot hair".

"You sleep in every bloody day! Now let's go!" Arthur snapped, turning around and grabbing his roommate by the ear.

"O-Ow, Arty! Stop!" Alfred whined, pouting, purposefully making his baby-blue eyes sparkle innocently. Arthur ignored him and began dragging him along. "I'm going to tell everybody at our new school what a bully you are!" Arthur let go of his ear as they reached a crosswalk and sighed, rolling emerald green eyes.

"Are you or are you not a first year in high school?"

"Uh… Yeah?"

"That's yes, Alfred." Arthur said impatiently. "If you would start acting your bloody age, perhaps I wouldn't have to 'bully' you, as you put it." Arthur crossed his arms and turned away from Alfred, whose glasses suddenly took on a mischievous shine.

"Artyyy, don't be mad at meee!" Alfred whimpered piteously. He then promptly placed his chin on Arthur's shoulder, much to the latter's embarrassment. "I don't like it when you're mad at meee…" he made a move to wrap his arms around Arthur's waist, to which the already beet red Brit responded by pushing him away and spluttering.

"Y-Y-You bloody idiot! What do you think you're doing, and in public? God, I can't deal with this in the morning! I'll go to school by myself!" Arthur was obviously unnerved, talking so fast his words stumbled over each other, and he spun on his heel to walk as quickly away from Alfred as possible. Without watching where he was going.

Which is how he ended up knocking over one Francis Bonnefoy going the opposite way.

"Aah! Aie…" Francis groaned in pain as he came to his senses, flat on his back on the concrete.

Francis was, he would have liked to believe, a very sharp person, but in the morning he was much less aware of his surroundings than he cared to admit.

He made a move to sit up when he felt a warm weight above him, and looked down in alarm to see a boy probably his age sprawled on top of him. The boy looked up at him with possibly the same amount of alarm, completely speechless.

At this point, Francis' train of thought should have led him to get up and ask if the boy was alright. Then again, he was Francis Bonnefoy, and as such not quite possessing such chivalrous character.

No, instead, Francis immediately became captivated by the boy's looks. His spiky blonde hair fell in a charming, jagged manner over his eyes at the moment, eyes which were a rather spectacular green. His eyebrows were a bit dark and thick, but in a way they made him inanely cute. He wore the same school uniform as Francis, and he wore it well. His cheeks were flaming red, blushing in embarrassment; the longer Francis stared, the redder, and cuter, the boy became.

Francis almost visibly smirked. That such a delightful little treat would literally fall in his lap on the first day of school was completely unprecedented.

"I-I'm so sorry!" the boy said, making a move to get up. Francis gently grabbed his hand and he froze.

"Do not apologize! That such an angel would fall upon me today…" Francis smoothly kissed the boy's hand. "I must truly be blessed." He winked charmingly at the boy, who was again bright red in the cheeks and looking at him in disbelief.

"P-P-P-Pardon?" the boy stammered.

"Won't the angel grace me with his name?" Francis whispered insistently into the boy's ear. He only squeaked in shock, and Francis chuckled. "Then I guess I will have to draw your name from your lips…" Francis had barely touched his lips to the boy's when he was promptly punched in the jaw. He yelped and let go of the boy's hand, and immediately the warm, comfortable weight above him vanished. When he looked up, he saw another boy, disheveled in a purposefully rebellious manner but also with his own charms, with a protective arm around his angel and a very scary glare directed at Francis.

"Arthur, let's go." The taller boy said, dragging Francis' disoriented angel away. The boy dared a glance back at the downed Frenchman, who waggled his fingers at him and smiled.

"We'll meet again, mon petit Arthur, I'm sure. Au revoir!" The boy quickly turned back around, and covered his face in shame.

Despite the pain in his jaw, Francis was starting to think his second year of high school may be interesting after all.

Yes, yes Arthur didn't immediately kill France. Why? Very strong attraction, that's why! I smell a love triangle~! *SHOT* Okay, I get it, that's also overdone! 8T

Next chapter should focus in on Prussia again. And... hmm... If you guys could review and tell me; should Hungary be a new student or a childhood friend still? Le gasp, yes, I am shipping Prussia with a GIRL. Ew, heterosexuals. Unclean. XD *SHOT*

If you want, please review! I love feedback!