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Summary: Alfred F. Jones had been a normal teenager. He went to a normal high school, was the star football player, and had normal friends. Then his parents decided to send him to this weird-ass boarding school. There his life changes and he learns he has magical powers and a twin brother. Not only does he have to deal with a new school, but also these twelve weirdos insisting he's one of them.

Pairings (Currently planned): USUK, PruCan, Spamano, GerIta, Edelweiss, with mentions of SuFin, and onesided RusAme, one-sided Belarus/Russia.

Word count: 2,181

Chapter 4.

Alfred played with the hemming of his blazer as the teacher continued the lesson. He could feel the entire class watching his every move, the teacher, Mr. Wang, glancing at him every so often. Hell, even Matthew was watching him, waiting for his reaction.

The class of 3-S was tiny, six students in total. The secretary in the office had said it was an elite class. Alfred knew he had a decent GPA, a 4.0 [1], but he didn't think it was enough to get him in an elite class in Japan. Wasn't Asia supposed to be full of super-smart people? So wouldn't his 4 be like average for them or something? Or was the average higher? Anyways, he was sure there were people more suited to be in this elite class.

Alfred glanced around the room. There were nine desks in the room, which, with the small class-size, made sense. Matthew was seated in the back with an angry looking boy that had this weird curl. In the seats in front of them where two girls, one with short sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes, and the other with light brown hair and the handle of a frying pan sticking out of her bag. Alfred had been put in the front row, with two other boys. At the edge of the row, a Japanese boy sat, doodling weird little creatures, some of which Alfred recognized from different animes, while he took notes. Beside him was a boy with messy blonde hair that Mr. Wang had called Arthur.

Emerald green met sky blue for a brief moment. The blonde raised an enormous eyebrow and Alfred was instantly distracted from his eyes, turning attention on those freaky eyebrows. They were freaking huge!

"Jones," Mr. Wang called, startling Alfred out of his eyebrow-watching. "Since you seem to know all this already by the way you're staring at Mr. Kirkland, what is Isaac Newton's second law of motion, aru?"

Alfred felt heat rising to his face when he realized that he had been caught staring at Arthur, forgetting that even the teacher had been staring at him for a while. Said blonde seemed relieved that Alfred's creepy staring-at-his-eyebrows had an end put to, and he had been embarrassed by a question that he probably didn't know. The twat hadn't been paying attention, after all.

"Newton's second law of motion is that the acceleration a of a body is parallel and directly proportional to the net force acting on the body, is in the direction of the net force, and is inversely proportional to the mass of the body[2]. The equation comes out to force equals mass times acceleration, or F equals M times A." The American said, as if he was reciting it from being pounded in his head.

The room fell silent as everybody stared at him. Alfred looked around the room as he felt every single eye, once again, settle on him.

"What?" Alfred asked, confused as to why they seemed so surprised he knew Newton's Second Law of Motion.

o0o0o0o

Alfred felt uncomfortable, once again. Apparently, all three of the S classes had PE together, because they were just that damn special.

And apparently, they had a special gym in the wooded area on campus, because they were more special than the other classes and they needed their own gym.

If this somehow lead back to the whole Gemini thing Matthew and his crazy friends where talking about yesterday, then Alfred was going to scream. Then he was going to call his parents, business trip in Switzerland or not, and demand he be transferred back to New York, or at least the United States, because this place was insane with its insane people and their insane ideas and their insane sucking him into this crazy-assed cult.

Yes, Alfred was one hundred percent sure this was a cult they had going on here, if their talks of meetings was anything to go by. If Alfred went with this crazy Gemini thing, the next thing he's know is that he'd end up brainwashed and in group suicide.

Yes, he was completely sure this was going to end up in a group suicide.

No, he had not been watching too many movies and television shows about cults and their crazy leaders who promised them release from their earthly prisons and freedom and a spot in heaven. Or something like that.

Anyways, Matthew was the one that showed Alfred to the gym. They had to take a thin, creepy path through the heavily wooded forest.

Alfred ended up clinging to Matthew through the walk to the gym, because that was the set up to a ton of horror/slasher films Alfred had seen. The handsome protagonist walking through heavy woods, with his slightly less handsome friend, when a ghost or demons or a masked murderer burst out and hacks them to tiny pieces!

And that could totally happen in real life!

When Alfred and Matthew arrived to the small building, located in a fair sized clearing, and changed into their gym uniforms in the small changing rooms, they found twelve other people waiting for them.

Alfred was surprised to see Mr. Wang there. He thought the guy was just a science teacher.

Eleven students, not including him and Matthew, and three of these said students where Matthew's crazy friends from yesterday.

God, this was the rest of the people who believed this whole "We're genetically altered kids with specially powers that allied against that weird Russian kid".

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Matthew dragged Alfred into joining the group of special people, and he didn't mean "special" as people had special powers. That when Mr. Wang started assigning their stations. Gilbert, the angry kid, Lovino, and an airheaded looking kid, Feliciano, where sent outside for "Target practice". The blonde girl from his class, Bella, and Lili where sent to work on acrobatics together. The girl with the frying pan, Elizabeta, was sent with the Asian kid from their class, Kiku, and Antonio to work on obstacles. Francis was sent with a blonde German-looking kid, Ludwig, for strength training. That left Matthew, Alfred and Arthur.

"Matthew, Alfred," Mr. Wang said, "You two will be working on unlocking your powers, aru. Arthur is going to help you." And then they were left in the middle of the gym and the teacher went to assist the training teenagers.

"Come along," Arthur said. Alfred nearly squealed when he heard the British accent. Alfred loved British TV shows, especially Doctor Who.

Arthur led the other blondes to an area that had mats laid out.

o0o0o0o

Alfred still, somehow, did not believe their story. Matthew groaned slightly as he watched Alfred and Arthur argue over the matter.

Their period of PE was almost over, and they spent most of the period sparing. The use of their elemental, and other, powers was instinctual. You just knew how to do it when you needed to, and then went from there to master it. So, they had tried sparring.

Which somehow lead to this argument, Matthew still wasn't completely sure how this started off.

He was sure, however, that Alfred started it. With some snippy comment about special effects.

"You know, if you don't believe us," Arthur said, "Just ask your parents. They'll confirm everything."

Arthur didn't give Alfred a chance to reply, walking off as the period ended.

o0o0o0o

Alfred sat on his bed, playing with his phone. Matthew was out with Gilbert, leaving the American alone. Arthur's words rang in his head. "If you don't believe us, just ask your parents."

"They won't know," Alfred told himself. "They'll see how crazy these people are and they'll take me out of here." With that, Alfred pressed the 3 button, which was the speed dial for his mother.

The phone rang... And rang... Alfred was about to give up when she answered.

"Alfred? Is something the matter?" Her voice was worried; he could hear rustling of papers is the background as she, most likely, put something down. Alfred found himself missing the times he had as a child, where when he was feeling upset, she would put aside her mountains of paperwork and they would curl up on the couch together with a cup of her homemade hot chocolate, made from a recipe she had gotten from a friend in Belgium, and they would talk until he fell asleep. They continued this as he got older, without the curling up together. They would sit together on the couch, in front of the fireplace, and talk about everything under the sun.

"Mom," Alfred said, "I want to come home. This place is insane, and I just want to come home."

"Alfred, what's the matter?" The worry in her voice increased. That was all the proof Alfred needed. She was his mother, biological, birth, everything. She wouldn't care so much if he was just a simple experiment that grew too powerful to contain that they had to shut down the program. "What happened, Alfie?"

Alfred found himself telling her everything, the words just coming out. He told her everything from the creepy Russian kid, to his roommate and his friends that claimed they were science experiments gone wrong due to alien DNA that had been spliced into them before they were born, and even that weird British kid with the huge eyebrows that was using some weird ass special effects to make these really sharp waves of air that could actually cut things, but didn't harm him. She listened to everything he said, quietly.

"And it's just insane. Please, let me come home." Alfred ended, pleading. He had enough of this insane school.

"Alfie, I'm sorry." She said, and Alfred felt his heart sink. "They're telling the truth, Alfie. I should have told you before you left for Japan. Nineteen years ago I worked in a laboratory. I'm so sorry you had to learn the truth like that. I should have told you."

"But you… How long have you worked at the company?" Alfred stuttered. So, she did lie to him. His whole life was a lie. He was just some experiment that had gotten out of control.

"I worked for Jones Incorporated for twenty years, just like I have always told you." She told him. He could hear the regret in her voice. "That's how I met your fathers. Both your biological father and your step-father. I worked with Vincent, that's your biological father, in the Science labs of Jones Incorporated. After the Signs project ended, I moved to a different branch of the company. But, Alfie, I never lied to you. You are my son; both you and Matthew are my sons. You two are my flesh and blood." There was a muffled thud and Alfred heard his father, step-father he reminded himself, shout something that sounded like "Mary, where's my tie?" His mother shouted something back, muffled by her hand. "Look, Alfie, I have to go. But I love you, Alfred Freedom Jones, never forget that."

"I love you too, mom." Alfred mumbled, trying to absorb everything.

"Tell Yao Wang I said hello." He could hear the smile in her voice. He smirked to himself to himself slightly. Same old mother; could never pass up a chance to socialize, even if it was like a gazillion miles away. He would never be able to picture her in some lab in a white coat with test-tubes and chemicals. He always pictures scientists as shut-ins that hid away in their labs, slaving away with their weird projects and experiments, never smiling [3]. Far off from his always-smiling, bubbly mother. "I think he was stationed at the Academy."

Alfred chuckled at his mother. "Yeah, mom. He's my homeroom teacher." She squealed really loudly and started off on a tangent about something or another. There was a crash from her end of the line and a shout of "Mary, I can't find my shoes" could be heard.

She sighed. "I really gotta go now, Alfie. Don't forget I love you, ok?"

"Love you, too, mom." Alfred smiled again.

"Say hello to Matthew for me," she said as more papers rustled on the other line. "Both of you boys should come over during break! Then you can visit Vincent, I mean your biological father in… Canada!" She paused before naming the country, as if she forgot where her other son lived. They exchanged goodbyes and Alfred sighed as he sunk against his pillows, trying to absorb all this… kind of new information.

So they weren't complete nutcases, but what about that thing with that Ivan kid? That was insane!

Sure, he was kinda creepy. But that did not mean he was trying to take over or destroy the world.

Alfred crossed over to the opened window and looked out. Ivan just happened to be walking towards the entrance of the dorm, living on the floor above them.

Ivan grinned up at him. "Privet, comrade." He greeted. Alfred twitched. Ok, maybe he was trying to take over the world with his commie ways.

[1]- Alfred has AP/honors classes, which sets his GPA scale at a 5. A 4 average would be a B with AP classes. I like to think of America/Alfred as secretly smart, especially with things like Science and Math, but acts totally dumb. But that might be my bias American opinion. Alfred also sucks at English, in my opinion. Another little headcannon of mine is he isn't the best at English.

[2] "Second law: The acceleration a of a body is parallel and directly proportional to the net force F acting on the body, is in the direction of the net force, and is inversely proportional to the mass m of the body, i.e., F = ma."

~Wikipedia, Newton's laws of motion. Yes, I basically just copied it into the paragraph with a bit of cleaning to make it look pretty, but I don't understand Science, or Physics, so my explanation would be "You throw the thingy, it moves. If you throw it harder, it moves faster. The end." The only reason I remember F=M*A is because it's, well, FMA, the abbreviation of Fullmetal Alchemist. Yes, my Physic-loving friends would so kick my ass if they actually read my Hetalia fics (Which, lucky for me and my lovely ass, they don't.). I also don't know what they teacher in Japanese science, so I'll stick to Newton's Laws of Motion. I mean, I have learned about Scientists from other countries, and its one big Sciencey community, so why not?

[3] Funny story about this line. So I was innocently typing my story, and I remember something my friend said to me while we were walking to a building on campus together. So, she's a science major and we were heading off to the Science building (duh) because she had I believe General Chemistry II or something like that and I had Geography: Developing Worlds, which was located in the same building. When I told her I had Geography in that building she said something along the lines of "They need to stop putting other classes in the Science building. We science people don't like other people." (And here I thought I was the antisocial one…). So, I just had to put in the unsocial-scientist thing.