So this new-fangled fanfiction is very different from that of my memories so an old timer like me gets confused. If anyone has been reviewing and I haven't replied I sincerely apologize. I'll figure it out eventually w

"This is one of the lunch rooms."

"Lunch rooms? No cafeteria?" Alfred questioned, looking incredulously at the blonde Brit to his right.

Arthur shook his head and opened a door, indicating for Alfred to peer inside.

Slowly Alfred poked his head inside the doorway. The sight he was met with was a room akin to a Victorian parlor in appearance. There were several small tables where two or three students sat drinking their tea in slow, dignified sips and eating their lunch in the same manner. Classical music playing completed the tranquil and aristocratic atmosphere.

"Wow…uh, really…eloquent." Alfred tried, again looking at Arthur.

"Yes, quite." Arthur agreed quietly.

"Well I mean my family is loaded but none of the schools I went to before had anything like this." Alfred admitted sheepishly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of the brown leather bomber jacket he was wearing.

"Welcome to World United Academy." Arthur said, looking cautiously into Alfred's eyes. His lips turned upwards a bit. It wasn't a smile. No, nowhere near it. But it wasn't a frown either.

Alfred smiled in response and whistled. "It sure is fancy here. Makes me wonder what exactly the tuition is…"

Distantly, Arthur could hear Alfred going on about the schools he previously attended. Now, not listening to someone when they are speaking is considered rude and Arthur would readily agree but something else caught his attention as fear crept into his heart. His breath hitched and he felt as if he had been punched in the gut. Arthur's eyes instantly locked on to a figure sauntering slowly by, surrounded by giggling girls. The figure had blonde hair with gentle waves and dark blue eyes. His chin held a little stubble and the smile he flashed towards one of the girls screamed suave.

Arthur's shaky hands tightly gripped the door handle of the entrance to the lunch room. Suddenly blue eyes met his own and he could feel the fear reverberating through his body. Arthur did not notice he was hyperventilating until a tentative hand was placed on his shoulder. He yelped and quickly pulled away as if he had been burned.

Concerned baby blues cautiously regarded Arthur. Alfred slowly retracted his hand but stepped closer to the hyperventilating Brit. "Artie are you-ˮ Alfred started.

"I'm sorry. I have to…" Without another word Arthur ran swiftly away from the deeply confused American. For what seemed like an hour to him, Arthur ran with no destination in mind, furiously pumping his legs.

Arthur burst through the door of the restroom and slammed his back against a wall near one of the sinks. Chest still heaving, the Brit brought his furiously shaking hands up to loosen his navy tie. Arthur slid slowly down the wall until he was firmly seated on the cold tile floor. He laid his head heavily in his hands as he made an attempt to even out his breathing.

"Calm down." Arthur ordered himself through gritted teeth. "You knew he would be here. Just stay away. Stay away." The sandy blonde repeated the last sentence over and over again like a mantra. The soft dripping of the water from the faucet and Arthur's hushed murmurs were the only sounds resonating throughout the pristine lavatory.

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"Hey new kid!"

Alfred turned around in his seat in the lunch room and was met with a wide smirk. "Oh hey there. Gilbert, wasn't it?" The American greeted, smiling at the other boy. He was definitely albino seeing as he had pale skin, whitish hair, and deep crimson eyes.

The albino guy let out a weird laugh. It sounded like sesesese or something like that. "Yeah that's me." Gilbert replied still smirking. He dropped heavily into the seat across from Alfred at the small circular table. "So what are you doing here all by your lonesome? I thought Herr Kirkland was showing you around."

Alfred's smile instantly shrunk at the mention of Arthur. "Yeah he was, but he ran off and disappeared. I haven't seen him since." The American responded, running a hand through his hair nervously brushing down his cowlick only for it to stubbornly pop back up.

"Hmm I see." Gilbert murmured thoughtfully. "Maybe he fell down a flight of stairs." The albino suggested cheerfully.

"What?!" Alfred exclaimed, standing instantly and drawing many stares from around the room.

"Kesesese." Again with that weird laugh. "It was just a joke new kid. Calm down."

Alfred pursed his lips and sat. "Well it wasn't very funny to me." He grumbled, unamused.

"Relax, he's probably yelling at someone for having the audacity to be out of uniform." Gilbert attempted to imitate Arthur's accent as he leaned back in his chair.

"Arthur?" Alfred stared at the albino quizzically. "That doesn't sound like him at all." The strawberry blonde stated pensively.

"You don't know Arthur Kirkland then." Gilbert responded chuckling.

Alfred hummed in response. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a figure approaching the table. His head snapped to the side so that he could fully face the figure. "Arthur there you are!" Alfred exclaimed smiling at the other blonde. His smile immediately shrunk when he took in the sight before him. Arthur's hair was in disarray as was his clothing. Red framed those emerald eyes and, in contrast, the color was drained from his face. "Arthur-ˮ Alfred began, stumbling for words.

"I'm terribly sorry about that Jones. I suppose I've fallen under the weather without fully realizing it." A strained laugh. "Nevertheless it was quite rude of me to abandon you when you are so totally unfamiliar with your surroundings. I apologize." Arthur stated while straightening his tie and smoothing out his blazer. He raised a hand to fix his hair but deciding that it was useless, his hair was always so difficult, gave it a quick pat and lowered his hand. "This is your lunch period, correct?" The Brit questioned Alfred.

The strawberry blonde pursed his lips as if he wanted to say something further but bit his tongue. Instead, Alfred nodded in response. "Yeah it is." He replied, looking skeptically at the sandy blonde Brit.

"Good, it is mine as well. May I?" Arthur queried, gesturing toward the empty seat between Alfred and Gilbert.

"Yeah sure. Go ahead." Alfred said in response. Arthur slowly pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Hello Gilbert." Arthur greeted the albino cordially.

"Hey Arthur." Gilbert returned, smiling broadly. A man in a black suit approached the trio and pulled out a small notepad.

"Your order sirs?" He inquired in an extremely stiff tone.

Alfred looked quizzically at the suit clad man. Order? Before he could form a question Arthur spoke. "Just a pair of scones and a cup of Earl Grey please." The Brit stated.

The man nodded, scratched on the notepad, and turned to Gilbert. "Ah strudel should do it for me."

"Very good. And you sir?" The black clad man questioned, his eyes landing on Alfred.

The strawberry blonde fumbled for words for a moment before getting out a confused, "Burger and fries?"

The man raised a quizzical eyebrow but scribbled down the American's order. "Very good sirs. It will only be a moment." He announced before walking briskly away.

"What was that about?" Alfred inquired, once the man was out of sight.

"What was what about?" Gilbert responded looking at the American in confusion.

"That! You guys have waiters?!" Alfred inquired incredulously. "Is it just for the first day or something?"

Arthur and Gilbert shared a look before Gilbert turned back to Alfred. "No this happens every day." He answered, smirking at Alfred's shocked expression.

"Wow, this school sure is something." The American breathed out in astonishment while sinking back in his seat.

Gilbert laughed again. "Kesesese. Welcome to World United Academy."