Hey guys! I don't own Hetalia or mean girls and just so you know, this is going to be USUK. There will be other pairings but this one will be the main one. Enjoy!

Chapter three: meeting Alfred.

"My god! You have to do it!" Natalia cried clapping her hands. I stood there awkwardly partly because I was in the girl's rest room and because Feliks was here too. I had just told them about my encounter with the Bad Touch Trio. And Natalia seemed awfully exited about tricking them.

"Umm, Francis seems like a nice guy." I began to say scratching my head. Natalia gave me a rebellious look and scoffed. She walked up to me and jabbed a finger into my chest.

"Nice? That bastard couldn't be nice even if it hit him on the head! That douche ruined my life!" she shouted angrily. I noticed a younger girl walked past us and glared up at us. She has the right to though. Two men in the ladies room. Where they do their, well, err business! We have no right to be peeping! How shameful.

"Hey you guys can't be in here!" the girl scolded. Feliks stopped looking at himself in the mirror and stuck his hands out drastically.

"Oh my god! Where did you get those knee high socks? Totally in right now girl!" he cried. The girl screamed before rushing out the rest room leaving just us three. I bit back a chuckle at Felik's ridiculousness. I took this chance to ask a question I have been yearning to ask all day.

"Why do you hate him?"

"What do you mean" Natalia questioned. She had a confused frown on her face making it seem like she didn't know who I was talking about. I shrugged slightly annoyed as my eyes darted around the rest room then onto her.

"Francis. Why do you hate him? It seems like you really hate him"

"Yes I do what is your question" she now was starting to get impatient. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt.

"The question is why." I countered. Now I was starting to get impatient.

"It's because back in middle school Francis said that-"Natalia covered his mouth and growled. Feliks lifted his hands up in defense pointing out he wouldn't say anything.

"Let's not talk about that ok?" he nodded obediently and went back to checking himself out in the mirror. Natalia then grabbed my shoulders and stared at me through pleading puppy dog eyes. The wanker. She probably knew I'm weak to that.

"Come just do it it'll be like and experiment! And you can tell us all the disgusting stuff that he says! Come on please!" she was practically begging by now. It was starting to get on my last nerve. I simply sighed.

"Alright I'll do it" I stated. She jumped up and down and ran to hug me. I hugged her back gently. Then it hit me.

"What do I talk about anyways?" I asked. If this was going to work I was going to have to talk to them about their interests. Feliks gave a smug look, meaning he must know the answer to my question.

"Well, Antonio loves talking about Lovino, so find out more about him. Umm Francis loves fashion and romance, so you're going to have to do some research about the popular couples around here. And Gilbert just talks about anything and his 'awesomeness.' So just agree with everything he says." Feliks said emphasizing the awesomeness. I huffed how am I supposed to find out about all this none sense?

"See? Such a gossip." Natalia huffed.

"Don't worry we'll help you find out all these things, if that's why you're frowning." Feliks announced. I blushed and nodded. Well this was definitely going to be an interesting school year. _

By eighth period I was just delighted to get to math class. I understood math. I owned it! Nothing in math class could distract me.

Just when everything was settled and the teacher had started to explain an equation, a young blonde sat up straight. He was absolutely gorgeous! I-I mean not ugly you know. He had short blonde hair, a stray hair at the top of his hair that looked like a cow lick. Bright and enthusiastic blue eyes. He was wearing glasses. His smile was just breath taking. I hadn't noticed I had been holding my breath.

"Whoa dude. You're really red. You might wanna take a breath ha-ha! Oh hey! Can I like, borrow a pencil bro? I think I lost mine walking down the hallway" he asked me. I nodded handing him the pencil. How do you lose a pencil in the hallway? You're not supposed to take it out until class right?

"Bloody wanker. Here." I told him. It's hard trying to keep a straight face to that goofy yet god like smile. He only laughed and took it.

"Thanks dude!"

Jesus Christ I can barely breathe. My heart seems to be breaking its way out to the surface. Oh god this can only mean one thing. I only had one other crush in my entire life. And I had found out I was attracted to men since that day.

That day.

I walked up to my crush and hugged him. Quite a stupid thing to do I know, but I did it.

"I like you" I told him happily. Another stupid action I did on the exact same day.

"Go away!" he shouted. I knew he was going to say that. It was quite creepy having another male hug you and claim that you like them when you barely even know them. I was about 13 when it happened so when I told my parents it went a little like this.

"Oh how wonderful!" my mom cried.

"Honey. Our child is gay and is planning to start seeing a little African boy from here."

"That's great son. You have my full support!" sometimes my parents can be a little stupid and not find it a problem that their son likes men. But hey. I am who I am.

This crush hit me like a school bus. Kind of like the one that almost crashed into me on the first day of class. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was just so,

"Arthur what do you think?" the teacher asked.

"So cute" Bloody hell! Did I just say that out loud? How embarrassing! Everyone looked at me strangely causing me to get flustered which caused a chain reaction of looking around nervously and nearly stuttering out,

"I- I mean, the answer is, a sub n equals n plus one over four" the teacher smiled and wrote my answer down on the chalk board proudly. Damn that teacher was probably out to get me. She clearly saw I was distracted taking the opportunity to humiliate me.

"That's correct. Very good Arthur!"

"The name's Alfred by the way. Alfred F. Jones!" Alfred told me happily. I smiled blushing slightly and shook the hand in front of me. Very soft hands you have Mr. Jones. Thank god I did not say that out loud.

"Arthur Kirkland." I responded back. He smiled that heavenly smile and faced the front room.

My day was a lot better today. I'm glad I had made friends. Again, my parents awaited me on the front porch both of them sipping tea. I'm going inside to make myself some too. I could use a cup.

"Darling! How was your second day?" my mother asked. I smiled slightly.

"It was fine."

"Were people nice?" my father asked. I shook my head.

"No." What was I supposed to do? Lie to them? I don't think so. They looked at each other concerned. When my father then asked again.

"Did you make any friends?"

"Yes." And with that I went inside to complete my mission in serving myself a hot cup of tea. Tomorrow I have to do some research.

This is my third chapter! I hope you like it! Review and favorite! Love you all!