Switching this to first person! This story will be told through the views of Alfred, Arthur, and Lovino.
- Lovino -
That American fool had been following me around all day. It didn't help that we shared a few classes. Lunch time had been nice, and was devoid of Alfred, which was a bonus. Not that I didn't like the kid.
He was just kind of annoying.
Plus, he seemed to have some sort of obsession with Arthur.
It was 3pm when the final bell rung, and classes finished for the day. I packed up my things and rushed off to meet Arthur at the music building. Art was an incredibly talented pianist, and his last class of the day was for his music concentration. Concentrations were something a student here at the Academy could pick, and it meant that they got to take courses in their concentration, while taking one fewer core-class than the rest. Arthur had picked music performance. I didn't have one.
The walk was short, and I headed over to the practice rooms, Art always was in practice room F. This had been our routine for the last three years, once we became best friends. I met him in his special, favourite practice room, and then we'd be on our way.
"Lovvinnnno!" I heard Arthur's jokingly sing-song voice before I even opened the door to his room, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Tch. Get your shit and let's go, I'm starving." I muttered, folding my arms over my chest. Arthur laughed and placed his music into a folder, and then grabbed his backpack.
"I see Lovino's irritable today, hmm?"
"Stuff it, British bastard."
Arthur rolled his eyes and shut the lights off
"What are you craving today, Your Grumpiness?"
I blushed slightly, before turning to scowl at him, "I am not grumpy! I just fucking hate school."
"Okay, don't bite my head off, mate. Let's go to the dining hall and see what they have."
I nodded.
Arthur and I had just sat down with our food, when that damn American showed up, his eyes glowing as he looked at Art.
"Hey Arthur! Hey Lovino! Mind if I join you?"
I scowled slightly, and Arthur caught my eye, offering up a confused face.
"Sure." Arthur murmured, and Alfred made himself comfortable next to me.
"Dude this school is so freaking big! I got lost so many times! Thank goodness for Lovino, he helped me out for most of the day!" Alfred practically yelled, before digging into his food. Arthur chuckled and looked at me, "Lovino is quite the helpful one, isn't he?"
"Fuck you." I frowned. Arthur laughed again, flicking a French fry at me.
"Haha, you two seem to be really close!"
"Of course we are!" I stared at Alfred, who looked confused at my outburst.
"He and I are best friends. And, unfortunately, roommates. Lovino's quite messy to live with." Arthur explained.
"Yeah, and Arthur's no angel, he oversleeps."
"Oh yeah! Arthur came in late to our first class this morning." Alfred smiled.
Arthur rolled his eyes.
- Arthur -
Once we had finished eating, Lovino and I left Alfred and began to head to our dorm. Lovino had been acting weird.
"Hey, are you alright? What was that look about earlier?"
Lovino glared at me, "Nothing. I'm fine."
I frowned but decided it would be best to drop it. "Whatever you say. Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?"
"No. I was probably just going to do homework or something." Lovino snapped.
"Well, if you have time, I was thinking that we're long overdue for another movie night! I know we have classes tomorrow, so it's fine if you want to sleep early."
"Oi, that sounds lovely, bastard."
"Great, so I'll meet you at our room at six-thirty? Dinner's at five, and I'd like to practice piano for a bit after we eat."
"Va bene. Sounds good." Lovino stared at his feet. What was up with him?
We made it to our room, and immediately I set my bag down and flopped on my bed. Lovino followed, pulled out his phone, and began texting. I assumed he was talking to Antonio, one of he and I's good friends. Absentmindedly, I turned the tv on.
5 rolled by, albeit slowly. Loving had ended up falling asleep, his phone still in hand, leaving me to watch tv for over an hour by myself.
I stood up, stretched, and walked over to Lovino's bed.
"Wake up, sleepy git." I gently grabbed Lovino's shoulders and shook him. He mumbled a bit, and opened his eyes.
"Damn, is it dinner time? I didn't even realise I was tired." Lovino yawned and I chuckled, walking over to put my shoes on. "Indeed. Time to go!"
Lovino swore under his breath and put his shoes on. Then he grabbed my coat and put it on. I couldn't help but smile, and Lovino's cheeks went a little red. "What?! You loaned me your jacket, and it's comfortable as fuck! I'm going to wear it, so get over it." He snapped at me irritably, before shoving past me and out of the dorm room.
My smile grew, and I hurried to catch up to Lovino, who was stomping down the hall.
I couldn't ask for a better friend.
We made it to the dining hall, and sat with our usual group: Francis who is a bloody imbecile, Antonio, Kiku, Gilbert, Matthew, Bella, and Elizaveta.
As soon as we sat down, Antonio came to sit on the opposite side of Lovino from me. "Lovi! I missed you mi tomate!" Antonio attempted to hug Lovino, who wasted no time in shoving him away. "What the fuck is that name? Don't call me that! And you never even responded to my text message, you idiot!"
"But Lovi..." Antonio pouted and Lovino jokingly punched him in the arm.
"Oi. Whatever, bastard. I'm going to get some food, Art come with me." Lovino stood and I followed, and we made our way toward the various food canteens.
"So, what are you hungry for today?"
Lovino thought for a moment, "Definitely some pasta. The school's pasta is shitty, but it'll do."
"Sounds good, Your Highness. I think I'm feeling a sandwich. I'll come with you if you come with me?"
"Yeah yeah, I'll come with you Mr. Stuffy."
Once Lovino and I had returned, there was a newcomer to our table. Alfred. The bright eyed American sat next to Gilbert, talking animatedly about something.
"Oh hey guys! I hope it's okay that I'm sitting here." He was kind of annoying, but he also had this puppy-dog face that made it hard to stay annoyed. I didn't respond, instead choosing to just sit down. Lovino followed suit, but not before giving Alfred a glare.
"Are they both always this mean?" Alfred whined. Elizaveta chuckled, "They're both moody. All bark, no bite. They're best friends for a reason you know!" I rolled my eyes, and Lovino turned red. I nudged him softly, and once he looked at me, I gave him a smile. He looked away and began forking pasta into his mouth.
Eliza, Bella, Gilbert, and Alfred all talked amongst each other, while Antonio and Francis were very focused on something on Antonio's phone. Matthew and Kiku discussed something, albeit quietly.
I finished my sandwich and stood up, "Hey everyone, I'm going to head out now. I have to practice for my recital. If you need me, you know where to find me. 6:30, Lovino! Don't forget. Text me if you need something." Lovino gave me a thumbs up, and the rest of our group waved to me.
I left the dining hall, and walked toward the music conservatory, to my practice room. Every practice room had a sleek, upright piano in them. But only two had baby grands. My room had a baby grand.
As a student with a music focus, part of my examination grade would be on my end of the term recitals. I had four recitals a year. For this one, I was working on the Tempest sonata, by Beethoven. Once I arrived in the room, I checked the time, and pulled my music out.
Then I sat down and began to play.
- Alfred -
I wasn't so sure about the whole "love at first sight" thing, but when I bumped into Arthur that day, everything had been different for me. I got excited and giddy, and my heart rate sped up whenever I thought about the blond. Really, you couldn't blame me, he was rather attractive and his accent was to die for! But it wasn't love, no way. It just so happened Arthur was the first person I met at this school, and I guess I developed some sort of attachment to him. Yup, that was it! But his best friend, the Italian. It was so obvious the Italian liked Arthur. I had never seen someone perk up so much as when Lovino did this morning.
Once Arthur had walked out, the conversation became focused on me.
"So Alfred, tell us about yourself! You're clearly a new student!" The girl with the pretty light coloured hair, Elizaveta, pressed. Everyone was looking at me, even that Italian Lovino. Though he looked significantly more pissed than the rest.
"Well, my name's Alfred F. Jones. I'm from the good ole U S of A! I transferred here because my Dad's job got relocated to England and I guess he pulled some strings and now I'm here, heh. I love video games, and comic books, and science! Oh and I'm 16. I think that's about it."
"Oooooh, America huh? There aren't too many Americans here." Bella murmured. I grinned awkwardly.
"So Alfred, what brought you to our table?" Elizaveta had a gleam in her eye. I felt my cheeks heat up.
"O-oh, no reason, I just thought you guys looked cool!"
"Oh please, Al. It's Arthur isn't it? Do you have a crush?" Elizaveta asked, staring at me.
Damn, she was good.
"W-well... I guess. He was the first person I met here, I actually ran him over. I don't think he really likes me though!"
"So you have a crush? You're gay? Arthur's a tough cookie, and you got off to a rough start with him. He's quite nice if you're his friend, Lovino over here can vouch for that."
Lovino glared at me, "Fuck off." Before returning to eating his pasta and fighting off Antonio.
"Well I dunno, I think he's pretty cute is all!" I smiled sheepishly. Elizaveta and Bella squealed and began talking in hushed voices. That was kinda weird.
Soon enough, it was 6pm and everyone stood up. Francis and I choose to head back to our room together.
Once we were there and settled down on our beds, I decided to just come out and ask Francis.
"Hey dude, what's up with Lovino and Arthur?"
"Hmm? They are best friends, mon ami. Are you asking if there is something more between them?"
I nodded.
"Well, it would seem to me that our little Lovino has developed a crush on the Briton. But I am not sure, plus Arthur is a popular one for people to have crushes on, surprisingly." That last part caught my attention.
"Oh, really?"
Francis nodded, "Indeed. Even I succumbed to him when we first became friends, though it was not mutual. Arthur's cute to a lot of people, and his mean personality is rather cute, especially because he's a softie. Gilbert had a short lived thing for him, as did Matthew. He and Arthur are fairly close, you know. Even Bella felt something for the Brit at a point. It's just how Arthur is, it's not intentional and I doubt he even noticed our crushes. Except for me, because I told him. I guarantee your infatuation for him will subside soon, do not worry. Though, Lovino has seemed to like him for a long time."
I sat for moment, absorbing everything Francis had said. Nearly all of their friend group had felt something for Arthur!
"Well, thanks Francis! I think you're right, dude. I didn't know Arthur was so popular, he kinda comes off as an asshole. Lovino seems to hate me too, and I'm not sure what I did!"
"Oui, that's because he is an asshole. But you grow to love it. Lovino and Arthur have similar personalities, and I think he's a bit territorial over the Brit. Not to mention, probably a bit jealous."
"I just want the dude to like me! I'm not gonna take away his little Arthur!" I moaned, kind of dramatically. Francis chuckled at that.
"Good luck, mon ami."
Yikes, everyone is so out of character, namely Arthur. I have so many ideas for this in my mind, yet I cannot seem to formulate them properly when I type a chapter.
I've also never written in first person from Lovino's perspective, so excuse me as I work to get more comfortable with that!
