(Side note- This story is based in 1990)
The door to the dormitory was opened, and Alfred stood there shocked by the sheer size of it. The room, was narrow, but at least 50 yards long, on each wall facing each-other, were rows of simple wooden beds, each with a basic cabinet next to them. (They were tiny- looked like Alfred would be keeping most of his stuff in his case). The Wall was decorated, with a drab green wall-paper, that was barley visible under the graffiti, posters and scorch-marks layered over it.
The room was dim, as the windows were small and dirty, which prevented sufficient light from entering the room, and the only electric light, was a weak bulb, that flickered pathetically overhead the room. Stuff and random bits
Of furniture from chairs to ottomans were strewn all over the floor making the place seem cluttered as heck.
The Dormitory, was packed with Teenage boys, talking, laughing and arguing loudly, the sounds resonated around the room, in a loud confusing muddle.
The new kid frowned. How was he supposed to share a room with 30 other people?
Upon seeing Arthur and Alfred enter the room, a few of the boy's nearer to the door looked up grinning.
" Vhat you got there Kirkland, a new boyfriend?" One of them, an albino grinned. Alfred noted his accent sounded distinctly German.
"Shut up, Gilbert." Arthur blushing a little at the older boy's accusations. But his demure remained icey. " This is the new lad, The head-master put me in-charge of him."
"Oh, is that so?" Gilbert Drawled, getting up, and circling the younger boy like some sort of predator. " And Vhat did you do to your hair? looks like you spilled and ink bottle on it." he said referencing to the hair dye.
" Hmph, say's the Albino!, you can't exactly lecture me about bad hair colour, can you?" Arthur spat in return, his voice curt and calm.
Alfred felt confused and annoyed, So Arthur was enemies with Gilbert (and Judging by the glares the Brit was getting, a few other people as well). He felt awkward just standing there, while there verbal sparing match went on, but at the same time, he didn't want to get involved either.
Gilbert snarled in response to Arthur's insult, obviously angry he took a step forward squaring up to him, seemingly tensing for a fight.
But all of a sudden, two other boys entered the dormitory and swaggered over to stand besides Gilbert, both smiling. The first was a tan brunette, and the second was pale with long flowing blonde hair that hung just above his shoulders. He had stubble around his chin that seemed styled somehow. They were both attractive in a suave European way.
"Iz, Rosbif, giving you trouble" The blonde (and apparently French) one asked smirking. " Do we 'ave to teach him a lesson?"
"Nothing I can't handle." Gilbert Answered shortly, his angry snarl replace with a grin. "He's Just being cheeky to the awesome me."
" Piss of, frog-face! You too scared to face me without your cronies, Kruat?" The punk yelled angrily at the French boy, but before he could carry on shouting, a torrent of water hit the Brit, soaking him, " WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?"
The Dark-haired boy stood there with an empty glass in hand, smiling casually. "Don't just go around insulting mi amigos, si?" he said as the other boys in the room laughed obnoxiously.
Alfred himself, despite feeling bad for this Arthur kid, was trying not to laugh himself, his outraged expression was just hilarious.
Without another word Arthur turned on his heel, and stormed out, fuming hair still dripping wet shooting a 'this isn't over' glare at the other boys.
"I just wanted to cool down the situation." Antonio laughed carelessly. Gilbert clapped him on the back.
"Literally!" He cackeled.
Alfred, couldn't stand being overlooked any longer, he just wasn't used to it!, so he cleared his throat to draw attention to himself, almost immediately, he was noticed.
" Ah! you must be ze new boy, désolé for ignoring you, usually I wouldn't over look such a handsome face" The Frenchman drawled. "I'm Francis by the way. Francis Bonnefoy"
Alfred grinned in response, despite being a little weirded out by the guy's flamboyant and camp personality. He was joking, right?
" Yeah, I'm Alfred." The new kid beamed, eager to make a good first impression.
"So, How'd you end up here then?" Gilbert said, throwing his arm casually around Francis' shoulder. " Bet it's not as good as my reason, I just kinda burnt my sold school down, heh"
Alfred gulped, a little taken aback, by the boy's apparent Pyromania. "W-Well, I just beat up some bullies.. half to death"
"haha, Mine's still awsomer!" Gilbert replyed, cackling again, making a weird 'kesese' sound. He was the first person Alfred had met who didn't act like he was some sort of psycho after he said what he'd done. He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing..
" So, anyway, what's the deal with you and Arthur?" Alfred asked, not caring or noticing if it seemed nosey or tactless.
" Ve're just enemies, I don't like the guy, he's an ass" Gilbert said disinterested, his expression darkening.
" I knew him since he was a child, e's always been bad!" Francis put in, his voice seething with un-characteristic irritation.
"Besides, he's fun to torment..But don't get the wrong idea, this isn't a one sided thing, he treats us the same way" Gilbert said casually, "Anyway, me Francis and Antonio Have to go, there's teachers that needs to be pranked!"
With that, the three boy's swaggered out, leaving Alfred to fend for himself, in a room full of thirty 'messed up kids'. Deciding to at least find his bed, (he'd been allocated bed number '25') so he could sit down and unpack. he began to make his way over to the bed, when all of a sudden, he tripped over something and went flying.
"What the hell!" Alfred Exclaimed, looking back to see what he tripped over, expecting to see a bag or something, instead to his surprise, he saw a boy with longish dirty blonde hair, who was curled over in pain. "Oh! Dude, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!" The american said, as he helped the other boy up.
"T-thats okay, it happens a lot, eh" The boy said wistfully in a Canadian accent. "it's almost like I'm invisible" he laughed nervously, adjusting his glasses.
"Ah! I was just being careless, or I would of noticed you.." The American replied, not too sure how too act around this boy, who seemed so shy and fragile, not at all like the other rebellious boy's he'd met. "I'm Alfred by the way, the new kid"
"Oh... I'm Matthew Williams." The Canadian replied, timidly " Would you ermm.. like help un-packing?". Matthew didn't like to admit it, but he was pretty desperate for friends, even though he tried to be nice, and friendly, most people in the school just ignored him, so he jumped at the chance of companionship, with this happy-go-lucky American.
"Sure dude, much appreciated!" Alfred beamed. The two boys, who looked undeniably similar made their way over to bed 25. Matthew
made sure to tread carefully avoiding the people around them, while Alfred , barged right through the clumps of students, earning himself glares and curses. He didn't seem to notice. With little Effort, the American hauled his huge heavy trunk onto his bed, and gestured for Matthew to sit next to him.
"So, do you l-like the school?" Matthew asked shyly in an attempt to start a conversation.
" Well, it's pretty weird, almost everyone here's like so.. intimidating! Especially the principle, what a scary guy" Alfred admitted.
" Y-yeah, I guess it is pretty much like that.." The Canadian mumbled in agreement. Once again, the silence between the two boys set in, as they put away Alfred's the chests provided under the bed.
While they worked, Alfred looked over at Matthew, taking in his features. He was pretty pale, with wispy dirty-blonde hair, not unlike his own, there was a random stray curl, that stuck noticeably out the top of the boys head, defying gravity ( Alfred had his own problems with gravity defying hair..). The Canadian, had indigo eyes, which gazed hauntingly out of his rounded wire-frame glasses. 'It looks like he's uncomfortable or something' Alfred mused. ' The way he keeps messing with his sweater sleeves like that..'. He found it a little strange, that him and this complete stranger look so undeniably similar..
Suddenly, without warning, a large boy with glinting silver hair, sat down heavily on the bed, or more specifically Matthew.
Alfred looked in shock for a second, this boy was huge! and not in a fat way either. He was smiling innocently, almost as if he was unaware he had just sat on the Canadian, who was currently whimpering, but not making any attempt to push the other off.
" Hey! Dude what the hell?" Alfred exclaimed angrily. " Don't be a douche, why're you sitting on him!"
The Russian's eerily innocent smile only widened at Alfred's threatening tone. " Because it's comfy, Da?" The other boy had a obvious Russian accent, that only served to irritate the new kid further.
Alfred's anger grew, if there's one thing he hated, it was people walking (or sitting) all over his friends ( Matthew was considered his friend now, right?). The American gritted his teeth. It seemed like it was up to him to be the hero.
"Listen dude! That's not cool get of him right now!" Alfred yelled, he could feel his anger rising rapidly, he was going to lose it again..
"Nyet." Ivan replied simply, and that sent the enraged American over the edge. Without caring for the consequences, he launched himself, at the giggling Russian, knocking him along with himself to the floor (and almost Matthew too).
It took a second, for Alfred to calm down, and come back to his senses, and when he did, he noticed the room was silent, every pair of eyes, were fixed on him, boring into him with a kind of sadistic interest.
But the thing that caught his attention the most, was the Terrifying Russian who was standing over him, glaring at him with violet eyes, that where as cold and as unforgiving as the Russian winter.In Ivan's hand, was a rusty faucet pipe. Alfred gulped, and looked from his opponent, to the crowd of boys staring at him. He had a feeling he'd done something very, very, wrong..
(Yay bad touch trio, and Ivan! thankyou soo much to everyone who has reviewed :) please review it means a lot to get feedback, even if it is negative!)
