The next day at school, anyone who was at the party started fussing over Alfred and Arthur about the details. Even though Alfred knew Arthur remembered, Arthur pretended not to.

"I was drunk. Of course I don't remember what happened. I passed out right after Alfred and I left."

When someone came up to Alfred, he would change the subject quickly so they don't question him. That made France curious though.

"Angleterre, you must tell me what happened between you and Alfred last night."

"There's nothing to tell, France. I was drunk. You of all people should know…"

"I know you sober up once you go out in the cold. Don't play dumb with me."

"Whether or not something actually happened, France, I'm not going to tell you."

"Be that way. But you know I will find out eventually."

Arthur left feeling slightly more worried.

English Class came and went and they went to the hall where they would receive their report cards. Arthur looked at his and, as usual, had all A's and great comments from his teachers. He snuck a peek over at Alfred's whose was much MUCH worse.

"Alfred! Your grades are terrible!"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I guess you're right."

"Well?"

"Well what?

"Are you getting a tutor?"

"No! I don't need a tutor I'm the…"

"Alfred F. Jones you finish that sentence, I will wring your neck."

"Fine, fine. But, I don't need a tutor."

"You do to need a tutor and if you grades aren't enough, your lack of grammar certainly proves you need for one."

"Well isn't that dandy. Now my best friend is giving me a talking to as well as my parents! Geez…"

"Well you do deserve it if you're acting this stubborn."

"Fine! I'll get a tutor."

"Good, now…"

"Will you be my tutor Artie?"

"My name is Arthur but why me?"

"Cuz your super-smart (though not as awesome as me!) and a good teacher! When I had problems with that math thingy..."

"Fine. I'll help. But don't think that I'll do the homework for you, okay?"

"ALL RIGHT!" Alfred said punching the air.