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Chapter 3:

"Oh my God!" Elizabeth burst out laughing. We were currently in the boy's bathroom and Elizabeth didn't seem to care, even though she got a dirty look from every boy in there, "Okay. You have to do it, okay? And you have to tell me all the horrible things that Francis said."

"Francis seems…nice." I mean he did offer to let me sit with him and his friends which apparently at this school, was a big deal. Elizabeth screwed up her face,

"Francis Bonnefoy isn't nice!" She yelled, "He's a dirty cheating player. He ruined my life."

"He's fabulous, but he's evil." Kiku exited a bathroom stall.

"Hey, Elizabeth!" A boy shouted, "This is the boy's bathroom. Get out you stupid girl!"

"Don't mess with me!" Elizabeth pulled a frying pan out of her backpack. The boy edged slowly towards the door before sprinting out of it.

"Why do you hate him?" I suddenly asked.

"I don't hate him." Elizabeth placed her pan back in its home, "I just think it's rude when people say I can't be in here because I'm not a boy." Well it is a boy's bathroom, I thought.

"No, not him. Francis." I clarified, "You seem to really hate him."

"Yes," Elizabeth answered simply. She saw my confused face so she asked, "What's your question?"

"My question is why?" Elizabeth went to answer but Kiku beat her to it,

"Francis-san started this rumor that Elizabeth-san was actually a…"

"Kiku!" Elizabeth swung her backpack at him, "Shall we not?" She turned to me, "Look, this isn't about hating him, okay? I just think it would be like a fun little experiment if you were to hang out with them and then tell us everything that they say."

"What do they even talk about?" I asked.

"Fashion from their countries." Elizabeth shrugged.

"World domination?" Kiku suggested. I couldn't do this. I was already in too deep.

"Will you just do it?" Elizabeth suddenly requested, "Please!" I sighed,

"Okay fine." I remembered that tomorrow was Wednesday and I would need to wear pink if I wanted to sit with the Bad Touch Trio, "Do you have anything pink?" I asked Elizabeth.

"No." Elizabeth looked at me like I was crazy.

"Yes!" Both Elizabeth and I looked at Kiku strange, "What?" He held his hands up defensively, "Only true men where pink."

"Sounds like you've been listening to what Francis says." Elizabeth's eye twitched.

"Only because he's so loud." Kiku quickly said. Elizabeth smiled and gave him a playful nudge just as the bell rang for eighth period.

"What do you have next?" Elizabeth asked as I adjusted my back onto my shoulder. I looked at my schedule,

"Calculus with Mr. Vargas."

"That should be interesting." Kiku commented, "Have fun, Arthur-san."

I was so happy to get to math class. I mean I'm good at math. My tutor told me I was and I understand it. Nothing in math class could mess me up. Even Mr. Vargas was a good teacher. Suddenly the guy in front of me turned around,

"Hey dude, do you have a pencil I could borrow?" I had been so concentrated on math that I didn't get a good look at the students around me. It was a good job I didn't though because now I knew I couldn't concentrate on math. This guy in front of me had sky blue eyes and blond hair which had the cutest cowlick ever. His smile was blinding. I cleared my throat,

"I see you didn't come prepared for class." Was I only being a jerk because I liked him? Gosh Arthur! What are you thinking? I'm not gay!

He scratched the back of his head, "Second day of classes but I'm still forgetting things." He smiled sheepishly. I tried to hid a blush,

"You can have my pencil…but make sure you give it back!" I warned. The guy smiled when I gave him the writing utensil,

"Thanks dude!" He turned back in his desk leaving me speechless.

"Arthur, what are your thoughts?" Feliciano asked me but I didn't hear him. I was staring into the back of the guy in front of me's head. His smile; he was just,

"So cute." I whispered without realizing. The whole class looked at me confused. I blushed and looked down at my paper, "I mean, um, an equals "n" plus 1 over four." Feliciano smiled,

"That's right!" He then went on to explain the rest of the lesson. I sank lower in my desk from embarrassment.

Class ended faster than I expected. I started to pack up my books when a certain pencil came into view. I looked up and saw the guy. I immediately cringed.

"Here's your pencil dude!" He handed it to me, "Thanks for letting me borrow it…hey, do you understand any of this?"

"A little." I lied as I hugged my books to my chest. I understood everything since I had already taken it last year.

"Cool…" He held out his hand, "I'm Alfred F. Jones." I shook his hand awkwardly,

"Arthur Kirkland."

"Awesome." He let go of my hand and put on his brown bomber jacket, "See ya later, Artie."

"Don't call me that!" I yelled after him. Alfred just laughed in reply. I packed my bag quickly. Alfred F. Jones, eh? I thought. I shook my head and walked home.

I walked up the steps to the house to see my brother eating one of his pastries on the porch. Mint Flying Bunny flew around him trying to get a bite.

"Hey!" He greeted when he saw me, "How was your second day?"

"Fine." I replied.

"Were people nice?" Mint Flying Bunny asked. I frowned,

"No." I wasn't lying. Francis may have been nice to me but not to that guy who tried to "pick me up". Then again, Francis mentioned my eyebrows…

"Oh," Iain put down his cake, "Make any friends?"

"Yeah." And I smiled so they knew it was true.

"Have some cake." Iain offered. I sat down and began to eat the cake. It was delicious! How was it possible that my brother could bake delicious cakes and pastries yet he couldn't cook a tasty, let alone edible, meal? Not that I was any better…

The next day, I wore Kiku's pink shirt just so I could sit with the Bad Touch Trio. I pinned my fringe back with a few bobby pins so I could see better.

In the cafeteria at lunch, I saw Kiku and Elizabeth give me a thumbs up. I nervously took my tray of food, which was spaghetti (Mr. Vargas' favorite), over to the Bad Touch Trio table. What was I so nervous about? They had invited me, hadn't they? I was wearing a pink shirt. As I approached the table, Gilbert and Antonio were animatedly talking. Antonio wore a pink shirt that had a collar at the top but was open so showed his chest a little. It looked like it had been originally white but then had gotten mixed in with reds. Gilbert was wearing just a pink t-shirt. Nothing too fancy.

"Ah l'Anglettere! You came!" Francis greeted me and gestured to the seat next to Antonio. Instead of all three sitting on one side, Francis and Gilbert sat on one side leaving Antonio and I to sit on the other. I sat down, not being able to not notice what Francis was wearing. I had guessed that him being the king meant he would have a more sophisticated outfit than the other two but I hadn't expected him to be wearing a white shirt and a pink waistcoat with a pink tie. I gulped and looked down at my food. Would they think it was rude if I started eating? As if he could read my mine, Antonio spoke up,

"Eat up! Gil's going to tell you the rules." Rules? What rules? I thought. Antonio twirled his fork around his spaghetti, "Mmm, lots of tomato sauce. Just the way I like it!"

"Okay rules for being a part of the Bad Touch Trio." Gilbert announced. He went through a bunch of rules. Most of which I couldn't remember. I hadn't started my spaghetti yet but occasionally I would stir my fork around. Francis kept staring at me and it was making me nervous, "And rule number one hundred and forty two: You can't wear a muscle shirt two days in a row because that's just not awesome and you can only pull your hair back with bobby pins once a week." Gilbert eyed my fringe, "So, I guess that means you chose today." Antonio swallowed a strand of spaghetti,

"You should totally get tomato designed bobby pins, amigo." Antonio smiled, "They'd look so cute on you." I blushed. Francis seemed to be looking at a wrapper but I saw him steal a sideways glance at me.

"Oh and we only wear jeans on Fridays." Gilbert added. I looked down at my own pants to remember I had worn my black dress trousers, "Now if you break any of these rules, you can't sit with us at lunch." I squirmed in my seat. How was I going to remember all these rules?

"Not just you." Antonio reassured me, "any of us."

"Like if I was wearing jeans today, which I'm not because I'm too awesome, I'd have to sit with those anime freaks over there." Gilbert pointed to Kiku and Elizabeth's table. The two of them looked like they were having fun right now while I was stuck trying to remember these rules…or at least my name!

"Oh and we always vote before we ask someone to eat lunch with us because you know, you have to be considerate of the rest of the group." Gilbert addressed me. I nodded. I wasn't going to suggest anyone to sit with us though. I'm not that mean to force them through this torture! He continued, "I mean you won't buy a skateboard without asking your friends first if it was cool."

"I wouldn't?" I'd never skateboarded before so I won't know…

"Right." Gilbert grinned. He then looked serious, "It's the same with guys." He looked over to a table where Roderich was sitting, "You may think you like someone," He looked back at me disgusted, "But you could be wrong."

"One hundred and twenty calories and forty-eight calories of fat." Francis suddenly spoke. He was reading off a chocolate wrapper, "What percentage is that?" Antonio shrugged.

"Forty-eight into one twenty?" Gilbert looked like he was calculating it. I too thought it over.

"I'm only eating foods with less than thirty percent calories from fat." Francis explained.

"It's forty percent." I suddenly announced. The group looked at me strange, "Well, forty-eight over one twenty equals x over hundred…" They still looked confused, "and then you cross multiply and get the value of x." I explained.

"Wow l' Angleterre," Francis smiled, "You're really smart!" He stood up from the table, "I really want to eat you barre chocolatée but you're just too fat for me." Francis left to find a healthier snack.

"So," Antonio smiled at me, "Have you seen any guys that you think are cute yet?"

"Um, you know I'm not into, well that." Antonio looked at me confused, "Are all the guys in this school gay?" I had to ask. It had been bothering me.

"Have you seen many girls around?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow, "And then there are the girls like Elizabeth Héderváry." He rolled his eyes, "Besides there are some pretty awesome guys here but not as awesome as me."

"Well, there is this one guy I think is cute." I wasn't lying. After all, I had announced it to the whole class, "He's in my calculus class."

"Who is it?" Antonio got excited.

"It's a senior?" Gilbert smiled.

"His name is Alfred F. Jones." I smiled.

"No!" Gilbert yelled.

"Oh no!" Antonio shook his head.

"What?" I was taken aback.

"You can't like Alfred F. Jones." Gilbert shook his head, "That's Francis' ex-boyfriend."

"What?" I should have guessed it but who knows who that guy had dated. Elizabeth had called him a player.

"They went out for a year." Antonio looked glumly into his food.

"And then he was devastated when he broke up with him last summer." Gilbert elucidated. Antonio looked up from his food,

"I thought Francis dumped him for his twin brother, Mathieu Williams." Alfred had a brother? I thought. I also thought that was pretty shallow of Francis to dump Alfred for his twin.

"Whatever! Same thing." Gilbert looked to me, "Ex-boyfriends are off limits to friends. I mean that's like the rules of life and love." More rules? I thought.

"Don't worry, we won't tell Francis." Antonio reassured me.

"It'll be our little secret." Gilbert winked. I smiled weakly and started to eat my cold lunch.

Author's notes:

Yay! Chapter 3! This one's a long one.

We finally met Alfred! And Gil had some rules, Francis said goodbye to his chocolate bar, Antonio was cute, Arthur was confused, Iain and Mint Flying Bunny have cake, and Elizabeth wouldn't get out of the boy's bathroom! What a great chapter!

You may have noticed I'm using British words. Only because it's from Arthur's point of view.

Fringe: bangs (hair)

I should probably point out that Iain is Scotland. I was going to call him Scottie or Angus but I read somewhere that his official/unofficial name was Iain…

If you've seen Mean Girls, you know they go to a Halloween Party. I want your guy's ideas on what The Bad Trio and America's costumes should be! I've already got England's but suggestions are open.

You may have noticed I'm a fan of PrussiaxAustria (I read a really good doujinshi!). Usually I'm more of a PrussiaxCanada but France got to him first ;)

Ps. those math equations drove me crazy!

I hope you enjoyed and reviews are love! 3