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New Beginnings
A Hetalia Fanfic
Chapter Two
By A Hot Delicious Cup Of Tea
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"Alfred, can you open the door, please?" Arthur asked, dragging off of the front doorknob with one hand, his stuffed mint bunny in the other, and backpack securely on his back.
"Yes, yes. I'm already running late." Alfred rushed as he removed Arthur off and began to undo the locks, opening the door outside.
It was four year old Arthur's first day of what his older brother Alfred called 'play school', and he was quite excited, for he thought that life was always different, and he had to figure out why. Now he would have a totally different environment to explore, nothing like the various childcare places he'd been in for short times over the years, and not like the house he had been in with Alfred nearly his entire life.
It haden't been just him and Alfred the whole time, because Arthur had been born when Alfred was still in a place called 'college'. He didn't meet Arthur until their parents were sent off to the mental ward when Arthur was one and a half. Alfred had no choice but to either take him in or give him to Social Services, where he'd never see him again for possibly the rest of his life. Social Services rarely visited them, which was mostly fortunate in the pair's busy-ish lives.
Anyways, once they had driven off in Alfred's nice Volkswagon Jetta, it didn't take long for Arthur to grow impatieant, even with the picture books that stayed in piles in the backseat of the car. He tried to quench his boredom by counting all the Volkswagons he saw (for they were the only car make he knew), but they amounted to very few, and he soon gave up, resorting to kicking under his seat using the heels of his new riding shoes.
"Arthur, stop that. You'll put marks on the seat." Alfred said as he drove, looking at Arthur through his dash mirror.
"How long is it gonna be till we get to play school?" Arthur asked, almosy whining as he did so.
"Not much longer, about five minutes, I suppose. Can you stay calm for that?"
Arthur made a sound similar to a horse whinnying, and layed his head against the back of the seat, deciding to go to sleep.
But sleep never came for him. It usually didn't once he had already woken up, anyway. He ended up pretending to play dead until Alfred had parked the car, even when Alfred came to unbuckle him fromhis carseat.
"Oh, you must've fallen asleep. Well, I guess I'll have to carry you in, huh?" Alfred remarked as he unfastened Arthur's seatbelt.
Arthur immeadiately 'came back from the dead', and shook his head. He would not be seen by his new classmates as a baby who to be carried everywhere, they'd make fun of him, no doubt!
Alfred seemed to catch on quickly, and he just went as far as to lift Arthur out of the car and into the parking lot, closing the door to the bright orange Jetta.
Arthur was amazed by what he saw. The parking lot he was standing on was huge, even though there weren't many cars, and the three school buildings were ginormous, built with russet-red brick and large windows. But the thing that surprized him most was the playground.
The playground had monkeybars, swing sets, two huges playsets, and what looked like a gaint plastic igloo. He had never seen a playground as big as that one, except in Lunchables commercials.
"Wow...I'm really gonna get to play on that playground, Alfred?" Arthur asked, pulling on Alfred's sky blue pants while pointing to the playground.
"This evening, I guess," Alfred said as he finished getting his things out of the car. "But that's the elementary school's playground. The play school one is much smaller then that, but the class is full of things to do, so don't worry about it, okay?"
"But...I want to play on the big playground, Alfred! It's not fair at all!"
"I understand that it isn't fair, but we don't have enough time to discuss that. I have to get ready for my classes."
"Wait, what do you mean, Alfred? I thought I was gonna go to my class first!" Arthur said,shocked expression on his face.
"Your teachers won't even be here for another hour and a half, Artie. You'll be in my classroom until then. Come on, let's go." Alfred quickly grabbed Arthur's hand and lead him into the front office at the Middle School.
"Hello! You must be Mr. Jones, the new teacher!" they were greeted by a beautiful redheaded woman who was sitting behind a simple desk. "And who's this? You must be his son! I have a son too! Most adorable boy in the entire world!"
"Samantha. He's my little brother. And I know nearly everything about Allistor. I just came to check myself in, okay?" Alfred almost growled, starting to slowly walk away.
"Who's Allistor? He sounds like some kind of dinosaur." Arthur asked, his curiousity peaked again.
"It sure does, doesn't it? Well, because his father is of Scottish roots, he had to have a Scottish name, or I would've named him something like Axel or even Alvin." Samantha egerly answered Arthur's question, leaning on the edge of her desk
"Momma! Don't talk about my name! I'll tell Daddy when we get home!" Arthur heard a load child's voice as someone stepped out of another room within the office.
"Oh, Allistor! You're covered in applesauce! Come on, dear. You need to get another shirt on before you go off to playschool."
"But Momma, it's my Lake Loch Ness shirt! You can't make me wear another one even if you wanted me to!" the same voice finally had a form.
He was about the same age as Arthur, but he had dark red hair and piercing green eyes. He even had a small golden earring on his left ear!
"Then maybe you shouldn't be so messy with your breakfast, hun. Now let's go change your shirt!" Samantha seemed to be getting strained very quickly.
"NO!" Allistor nearly shrieked, tearing past Arthur and down the hall, going to a place Arthur didn't know the location of.
Arthur was wide-eyed with admiration. He had never seem someone close to his age who could be so difiant and tough. He'd never be able to get away with that, or he would've been most likely spanked by Alfred if he had had a tantrum and had run away like so.
"Aw, chucks. Guess I have to go and find him. You guys go on, alright?" Samantha murmured, standing up next to her desk.
Seeing it as his chance to leave the office, Alfred picked Arthur up and began to take him out of the room.
"H-Hey Alfred! Put me down! I'm big enough to walk on my own, you know!" Arthur protested, sqiurming to get out of Alfred's grip.
"Just wait a moment, Arthur, I swear! You're usually never this awake this early in the morning!"
Arthur continued to struggle until Alfred approuched a class-room door. "Is this your classroom, Alfred?"
"Sure is, Artie. This is where I hope to be teaching for the next twenty-three years." Alfred answered as he unlocked the door with a key Arthur hadn't seen before on Alfred's keyring.
"Twenty-three? That's a whole long time, Alfred. I'll be really old by then, won't I?"
"You'll be twenty-seven by then, and that will make you older then I am now." Alfred chuckled as he set Arthur back onto the ground.
"How old are you again?" Arthur asked, even though he knew, but sometimes Alfred would pretend he was younger by a year or two.
"I'm twenty-two years old, Arts. Now why don't you find a desk and make yourself comfortable while I get ready?"
"Okay! I'm going to count how many chairs there are!" the four year old exclaimed, running off to begin counting the different colored chairs.
It wasn't too much later when Arthur ran over to Alfred, who was setting things such as important papers onto his new desk.
"Hey Alfred! Guess what I found!" Arthur said cheerfully, bouncing on his feet beside the desk.
"What, sweet sugar-scone?" Alfred looked up just in time for a book to shoved into his lap.
The book had a picture of a family of rabbits on the cover, and it seemed to be entirely about a family of rabbits who survived in a harsh climate.
"Can you read it to me right now?" Arthur pleaded, putting on his best puppy-eyes.
Alfred gave Arthur a 'Not right now, can't you see I'm busy.' look, and sighed. "Maybe when we get home from school, that sound cool, Arthur?"
"Aw, fiddlesticks. Okay then, meanie Alfredpants." Arthur mumbled, walking back to where he had placed his backpack in a purple chair.
The two brothers stayed like that for a short period of time, because that was when the school opening bell rang in its shrill voice, startling Arthur.
"Arthur, come sit over here in my computer chair, you're in a student's chair that someone will eventually sit in." Alfred instructed, going over to Arthur and getting his things over to his desk, the toddler following him slowly.
"Your class isn't any fun, Alfred." Arthur complained as he was placed in the large, cushiony spin-chair.
Moments later, a medium-sized group of students gathered at the doorway to the classroom, all chattering away. Alfred went over to them with a pad of paper in hand, and bagan to direct them to their seats, in which they still went on talking, until one of the girl students caught sight of Arthur.
"Oh, my god! Allison, Mr. Jones has a son! I thought he was too young!"
Soon, Arthur was surrounded by most of the class, being asked various questions and also being prodded and poked. It was unfortunate Alfred was too busy talking to the other teacher he was supposed to be working with to notice that Arthur needed help!
"So, is Mr. Jones nice to you?" "Do you get fed regularly?" students would ask, while Arthur just buried his face into his knees, afraid to answer in fear that he'd get the answer wrong.
"Hold up, class. What are you doing?" he finally caught Alfred's attention!
"We were just talking to your son!" one boy replied, turning around to face Alfred.
"He's not my son, class. He is just my little brother. Now would you please take your seats and copy what I have written on the board in your notebooks?" Alfred quickly dispearsed the huddle, and lifted the scared Arthur into his arms.
"T-That was scary, Alfred. When am I going to playschool?" Arthur whispered, wrapping his arms around Alfred's neck.
"I'm really sorry, sweet sugar-scone. I had to talk to my other team teacher, Mr. Belischmidt. You'll be escorted by Mrs. Oliver, who you know as Samantha, and her son Allistor in about ten minutes, just bear with me." Alfred placed a light kiss on Arthur's fore-head, and put him back onto the floor, immeadiately going to straighten the plaid vest Arthur had had so much trouble with only hours before.
"This must be an unlucky vest, 'cause everything's been going wrong since I tried putting it on." Arthur said, glaring at it angryly.
"Or it just might be your expectations are a little too high. That can happen, you know." Alfred pointed out gently.
Arthur agreed after a moment's thought, and then he went over to Alfred's desk to grab his thing, then climbing into Alfred's roller-chair, almost falling off in the process.
As Alfred started his class by explaining things, Arthur was quietly discovering how awesome the chair he was in was.
He started out by scooting the chair slowly forward, but finding he only do so if he contiuiously grabbed onto the various tables around him. That journey took him out of the room, he soon noticed, for he was in the middle of the hallway. He had to get out of the way before someone caught him!
But before he could make any moves, the chair was pushed, propelling him down the hallway.
"Hey, who did that?" Arthur sqeaked, looking over the back of the chair, to see Allistor, looking amazed by the feat he just preformed.
"Oh, it's you from eariler. I'm Allistor, and you are?" Allistor asked curiously, walking around to the front of the chair.
"I'm Arthur. Arthur Kirkland. Hasn't your mother found you yet? It's almost time to go to playschool, you know."
"I know that, and nay, she hasen't found me yet! I'm a terrific hider, if you must know. So I know where the class we're going to is."
"Oh, that's great. Why don't we go now?" Arthur asked, hopping down off of the chair.
"Sure, but you need to put that chair back into whatever class you got it from."
Arthur nodded as he started pushing the roller-chair back to Alfred's classroom. When he got there, he left it outside the door, and then ran over to a large door, where Allistor was waiting for him.
"Are you ready now, eyebrows?" Allistor asked, leaning up against the wall.
"M-My eyebrows are not that big! I-It came from my Mommy!" Arthur retorted, quite shocked by the insult.
"You're British, aren't you? You have that accenty thing that Brits have."
"Daddy...I think he might've been a Britishman...But I don't remember real well."
"That makes sense...Now come on, we're gonna be late!" Allistor grabbbed Arthur's hand and opened the door, the both of them running outside...
(To be continued...)
I had to cut the chapter short, for reasons...Okay, just cause I wanted to. But I promise the next part sometime tomarrow or Monday, for it's gonna be REALLY short now.
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