Chapter 4: Learning Quickly
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Arthur began to hear voices in his room as well as movement. Summoning enough strength, he opened an eye and saw that it was still pretty dark in his room. Although it was dark, he could still make the silhouette of an Asian hanging from the top of the bunk bed staring at him.
"Why so early, Honda-san?" The Brit groaned and covered his head with his pillow.
"Because one never know when one need hours of preparation for a mission," Kiku tugged on the pillow. "Come now, you must prepare for first day of class. Oh and Kirkland-san need not all me Honda-san. Kiku is just fine."
The blond sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Will you call me Arthur if I call you Kiku?"
A light smile appeared on the boy as Arthur's eyes adjusted to the dark and caught it. "Possibly."
"Alright," Arthur sighed and began removing his pajamas, unaware of the his roommate's blush as he did so.
Instead of watching him, Kiku jumped off his bed and helped Roderich find his books.
"Oh, Arthur," Roderich held up a messenger bag with a pink star on the corner. "Congratulations, you are the pink police. Unfortunately, you are the only pink police for it was created just for you because everyone was already paired off. I'll explain more as we go to breakfast. Your books for the day are in your bag already and tomorrow's books are on your desk." He pointed to the desk facing the window. "Now I thought I saw your schedule..."
"Right here," Kiku pulled out a paper out of thin air. "I, uh, glanced at it and saw that we are together all day except for your second class. Tomorrow we share only one class."
Roderich finally turned on the light to take a look as his roommate's schedule as well. "Look at that, I see you at the beginning and ending of everyday. Do you play an instrument? We have Arts tomorrow and this week we're playing instruments."
Arthur nodded as he was handed his bag and escorted out of the room. "A few actually."
A look of excitement flashed across the violet eyed teen. "Really? Which if you please?"
"Piano, violin, guitar, and the bagpipe," Arthur chuckled as he recalled a memory. It took his eldest brother, Liam (Scot), a really long time to master the instrument while Arthur was able to pick it up easily. The 28 year old still held the grudge against him.
Returning to the preset he asked the boys walking him to the cafeteria if they played instruments.
Kiku nodded while Roderich recited a list of instruments the teen has heard of and a few he hadn't. The English teen listened until he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and saw an albino do the same to Roderich. "I'm going to take this birdie away for a sec," the teen led his roommate away.
"How's it going buddies?" an American accent rang in the smaller blond's ears. "Did ya have a good sleep Arthur, Kiku?"
"Arth- Oh, you said it right," he looked up astonished. "Well then, I suppose I did even though I only had four hours of sleep thanks to a certain git."
Alfred laughed, shaking the two smaller boys under his arms. "Sorry bro, we still had a few more questions for ya."
"You, not 'ya,'" Arthur could tell this boy was going to give him a headache. The trio got their food and sat down, soon gathering a crowd. Overwhelmed, the blond teen looked around and behind the tall Russian, Ivan, saw his little brother sitting alone.
His heart clenched for him as he excused himself from the group of teens and walked over to Peter. "How's it going sport? Why aren't you sitting with the lads over there?"
With tears in his eyes, the small boy looked up at his older brother, "They don't wanna talk to me. Well, they asked me a bunch of questions when you guys dropped me off at my room last night, but now they act as if I have the plague. I don't know what to do."
Arthur sat with him and ruffled his hair, "Chin up, they'll get used to you. Stick it out for now and they'll see what an amazing boy you are."
Grumbling, Peter doubted it until his brother had an idea. "Oi, Antonio!" He yelled, startling the small boy and a few close to them. "Can we borrow your football for the day?"
"Supongo," he shrugged and tossed the ball.
"Thanks," he caught it and grinned at his brother. "Here, dribble it on the way to class or bounce it on your head or knees. Football's always the way to make friends quick. That and you'll look cool. Think you can do it?"
Peter brightened then quickly smothered the emotion. "Well of course you jerk. Now get away from me before you make me more uncool!"
Snickering, Arthur did as he was told and walked back to his own group.
"What was that?" Ivan watched as the little boy dribbled the ball as he returned his tray.
"Just a little brotherly love," he smiled at the tall boy then at his little brother. "I just hope I don't get him in trouble."
"Not if he can keep the ball under control," said a brunet with an Italian accent and a scowl on his face as he also watched the boy. "Wait, isn't that the ball I gave you to entertain you?"
"Si mi tomatio!" Antonio began to chase the Italian as he ran and cursed from the the top of his lungs.
After they quickly ate their breakfast, the boys rushed off to their classes. Many scrambled in different directions, but the boys Arthur had begun to know ran in the same direction as he was.
"Where are we going, Kiku-san?"
"Acting."
"Like theatre? I loved it back at home!"
"You might not like it so much here," a deep voice rumbled behind him. A blond with cold blue eyes, known as Ludwig, sighed. "Today's objective is to dress like a female and only the top five best looking get perfect scores."
Arthur felt sorry for the burly teen, assuming from the look of his disappointment, Ludwig knew he wouldn't be able to make it to the top five. "Don't worry chap, you'll find a way if you really put your heart to it!"
His lips twitched into a small smile until another Italian came up behind him. "Ve~ Smile more and you'll definitely look cute like a femmina!"
Ludwig's smile twitched once more, unsure whether it should disappear or grow even more at his friend's encouragement.
Once everyone was in their seats, Arthur was able to find an empty seat behind Alfred's cousin, Matthew. The professor entered the room with a timer at hand. "Good morning class, Mr. Kirkland, welcome.
"Well, let's not waste time. Behind me are racks and bins of clothing and padding and through the doors to my left are the makeup and wigs. You cannot help each other and you only have fifteen minutes. Next time, it'll drop to ten then five, so I suggest you learn quickly. I will give you twenty minutes Mr. Kirkland, for you have not had any of these exercises before."
He raised his hand, "If I may, I don't think I'll learn as quickly if I am not expected of as the rest are. I may possibly even have the upper hand for I used to have female classmates where as my current classmate have not recently."
"Very well, I expect high marks from you then. Go!" He stepped aside as the boys ran to the clothing.
Clothes and shoes began to fly as they tossed what they did not like or fit. The first boy to run into the mirror room was a spiky blond, Arthur had learned was Mathias. He hadn't even tried on the clothes, but was confident in his decision.
Soon, everyone was undressing and getting into their new outfits, selecting wigs, and applying makeup on. As he looked around, it seemed to Arthur that no one was self-conscious, even the shyer boys, so Arthur neglected feeling any either.
Everybody was ready to go by the time the limit was over. Looking around, Arthur blushed at how he was unrecognizable to himself and couldn't identify some of the others either. Yet, Gilbert's red eyes were a dead giveaway, and especially with the long white hair he had chosen, but everyone else was somewhat of a mystery. He had an idea of who his roommates were, but with newly added breasts and high heels, it was difficult to tell. Especially between the asian boys.
Many were already starting to act like their counterparts by practicing their giggling and voices.
As Arthur analyzed the Asians so he could question Kiku, a tall boy/girl in cowgirl boots, jean skirt, red tank top, and an open white blouse hugged him. "Artie! You look so cute in the poofy, princess dress like-thingy."
"The style is Lolita," Kiku appeared behind them. "It very popular in my home country. I was going to attempt look, but decided to go safe way. Although you do look very nice in it, Arthur-san." The small teen was in a pink and lavender kimono dress with flats on as he observed the blond in a blue and green layered dress with a stripped vest. "Will Arthur-san be able to walk in those boots?"
He blushed at the two compliments, "Thank you, and I sure do hope so. I've seen quite a few of my girl friends in these types of outfits and are able to keep their balance, so why can't I?"
"Ohonhonhon, but it takez true talent to properly imitate a girl." His hair was in a messy bun and dressed in a white and navy pencil skirt dress with red heels and pearl necklace. He walked around Arthur as to examine him. "It'z juzt not lookz."
Feeling challenged by the French teen, the pigtailed boy fluttered his eyes innocently up at him and took a step towards him, eliminating any space between them. "Did you shave Francis?" Arthur's voice changed as he placed an arm on Francis's waist, feeling the corset underneath him, and raising the other to the teen's face, caressing it. "I like it it...," his voice dropped slightly to a sexy, feminine whisper.
Alfred, Kiku, and Francis were captivated by the performance before them, each of them fighting something inside themselves.
Eh... not really my best... but I had to update for fear of screwing something up :p Thanks for readings!
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