Okay I lied America will be a bit obnoxious, or idk not calm but not obnoxious please excuse me I feel like dying in a hole

sorry for the hella late update I was fixated on animal crossing and haikyuu

Enjoy~

Alfred blinked sleepily. A bluish gray glow illuminated his apartment room. He slowly sat up and felt around for his phone.

5:30 am.

He groaned and rested his face into his hands. He was exhausted, but grateful that he at least got a few hours of sleep. The sandy blonde was an insomniac, and often stayed in his bed tossing and turning, wondering when he would start to sleep. Alfred yawned and threw back his covers. At least he would never run late to class.

Arthur's eyes refused to open when his phone blared. He moaned and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't even slept that late, why was he so sleepy? He stood up, half asleep, and trudged to the window next to his bed. When he brushed away the curtains, he was blinded by warm sunlight. Arthur cracked open his eyes and dragged his feet towards his bathroom.

His hair was a mess. Bits and parts were sticking in all directions, and it looked like someone had grabbed a balloon and rubbed it against his head. His green eyes were slightly bloodshot, and his lips were pale and cracked. A white line had made its way from the corner of his lips to the end of his jawline. He turned on the sink water and splashed water in his face.

Alfred had been on his phone, texting his friends and reassuring his parents that he was okay. They kept on urging him to go to class an hour early, but Alfred was too lazy to throw on a scarf and a coat. He still hadn't eaten breakfast, and it was already 8:00. He checked to make sure his classes started at 9:00.

Arthur hopped into the shower and turned on the hot water. He faced the water and felt the droplets pelt his cold skin. He opened his emerald eyes and watched the single drops hang onto his long lashes before dropping onto the ground. He reached for the shampoo and closed his eyes again.

Alfred grabbed a navy sweater and slipped it on. Before grabbing a pair of jeans, he pushed aside the curtains and opened the windows. Warm sunlight lit up his messy hair and turned it into golden strands.

Arthur threw on some clothes and rubbed his wet hair with a towel. He then grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. While pacing up and down, he ended up in front of his window again, gazing out to see another man on the opposite side. He had handsome features, with golden hair and broad shoulders. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was curved into a slight smile.

Arthur's eyes were fixated on the man's face, mostly in awe. He was jolted out of his thoughts when the man's eyes opened to reveal piercing blue orbs. The emerald-eyed teen flinched. He remembered who it was now. The man from yesterday, the one who had asked Arthur for directions on where to go. He snickered at the thought of it. There were only 5 apartment complexes, all with big signs, how could he miss it?

"Um, thanks for helping me yesterday!"

The teen called out from across the gap, which was about an arm length away. Arthur flinched

"You don't have to yell, I can hear you perfectly fine. We're literally a hair length away from each other you know."

Arthur expected some kind of frown followed by a snide remark. He wanted the teen to glare at him and mutter about how rude he was. Arthur bit his lip. He wanted nothing to do with anyone in the town, anyone anywhere in general.

"My name is Alfred." The blue eyed teen said with a grin. "Yours is Arthur right? Remembered it from yesterday."

Arthur frowned at Alfred and sighed.

"Yes, I remember. Now if you would excuse, me.." Arthur reached and lowered the blinds. He then turned around and ran to the sink. A second more, and he would have had to spit out the bubbles in his mouth out the window. After packing his backpack, he slipped on his shoes and trudged out of the apartment building. He liked his professor, and his school was quite nice, but he hated interacting with people.

Alfred flinched slightly at the cold eyes that Arthur had fixated on his. Maybe he didn't like company all that much? The sandy blonde grabbed his stuff and shoved it into his backpack. After doing so, he hopped into his shoes and turned up the volume of his phone.

Alfred almost slammed into Arthur. The fairy tale blonde glared at Alfred and grit his teeth.

"Watch where you're going, you bloody twat!"

Alfred frowned as he trailed behind Arthur. At least he knew where his school was.

(TIMESKIPYAEYWOWSMUCHEXCITEWOWOWOWOWOW)

"Velcome to History."

Alfred gulped as he watched a broad shouldered, well-toned man walk up and down the aisles.

" I am Mr. Beilschmidt. He turned around and rested his piercing ice blue eyes on the small man behind him. The man had olive toned skin and shiny brown hair. His eyes were wide and excited and looking closer, Alfred could see tiny flecks of gold in them.

"Ciao everyone! My name is Feliciano Vargas, and I'm an assistant teacher! Learning under Ludwi- I mean Mr. Beilschmidt here." The italian patted the German's back before continuing. "No need to call me Mr. Vargas, you all can call me Feli! Let's get along!"

Alfred watched as the teacher lightly smacked Feli in the back of the head.

"Vell, let's get started shall we? Turn to page 105 please..."

(ANOTHER TIME SKIP IM EXCITED)

Alfred breathed out a sigh and watched soft tufts of snow float down from the sky. He hadn't gotten any of the things taught today in class, and he knew that the teacher would give an exam about it a few days after. He shoved his pale hands into his pockets and pushed the library door open with his shoulders. The soft jingle of the bells attached to the door woke a certain teen up from his light nap.

"H-hello."

Arthur groaned and didn't bother to cover his mouth when it opened for a yawn. He scratched his head and glanced up at Alfred. The british teen's sleepy eyes immediately shot open and reflected a slight bit of embarrassment.

"I-It's not what you think.. I wasn't sleeping, I promise you. L-Lost the way? I can help you with that.."

Arthur stuttered and looked at the ground. Out of all people, he was woken up by Alfred. For some reason, bitter resentment rose up from the inside of his heart.

Alfred chuckled at the sight of Arthur scrambling to get his act together.

"I came here to see you." The sandy blonde smiled warmly at Arthur's reddening face. The british teen's face soured up into the usual frown.

"Look, I don't want to talk to you or anyone else for the record. How about you go home and stop pestering me about side conversations?" Arthur snapped and glared at Alfred. He expected a look of disappointment or slight resentment from the American's light bronze face. However, only a small grin made it's way onto Alfred's face.

"I'll get you to open up somehow Arthur. I'll go home today, but expect me to be here tomorrow!"

Alfred gave a quick wave before sprinting out of the apartment.

Arthur looked down at his hands. Why did he always say these horrible things? Maybe it was because of him. Arthur shook his head.

At least Alfred was coming tomorrow.