If getting tackled down onto the floor was the way a friendship would start off with Arthur Kirkland, Alfred would very much like to retract his words. Before he even knew it, his hand that was about to touch the said boy's spectacles was wrenched into an awkward position and due to being caught by surprise, it was twisted behind his back as the British boy pounced on him from his position on the floor and pressed his whole weight down, causing him to fall flat on the ground, causing his own spectacles to know painfully against his nose. The books that were previously in Arthur's arms landed on him painfully. His leg gave an involuntary jerk and kicked the bookshelf instead, causing more books to land on his head.

"What are you think, trying to ambu-" Arthur started, but his voice died down considerably when he saw that familiar mop of sun-kissed hair peeking from other the books.

"Uh perhaps you can remove yourself from me first? My back and nose hurts," Alfred said helpfully, before wrenching his arm away from Arthur's iron grip. "Man, you are stronger than you look."

"I-I-I didn't know it was you. I thought it was Gilbert's prank again…" Arthur murmured to himself and realised that he was still straddling over Alfred's back. "I'm sorry!"

Getting up frantically, Arthur slipped over the books and felt himself fall back, his head and back colliding sharply against the wall. Grunting in pain, he grabbed at the back of his skull, only to see Alfred sitting up, laughing at him. Feeling self-conscious, he blushed as he lowered his hands and diverted his eyes, having a new-found interest in his trousers. The laughing stopped after a while before Alfred crawled closer to him, holding out his hand.

"I don't know if you already know who I am or not, but I am Alfred Jones," Alfred said as he looked up at Arthur, his clear blue eyes directed at him, disarming the British boy for a moment. "I just transferred in three months ago. We share three classes together!"

"Uh…I know."

"We talked the other day in history lesson too! You remember? You went to the infirmary afterwards though."

"I…know."

"We have the same friend too! You know, Kiku."

"I know that too…?"

Okay, getting the British boy to talk seemed to be a difficulty. Due to his ever bubbly personality and the never-ending need to talk, Alfred could not understand why the boy before him was so hesitant in speaking. As the seconds passed by, Alfred felt more and more akin to an idiot, listening himself. Was it that Arthur disliked him? Was it why he was always in close proximity with him? Just to catch him breaking the rules when he is unaware? Feeling his shoulders slumped and the hand he was holding out dropped, Alfred was disappointed. That was not quite what he had envisioned earlier.

"It's actually past curfew. You are not supposed to be out of bed now."

He had certainly not envisioned the Brit boy to be so uptight about the rules too. But then again, he was the President of the Student's Council for a reason. Alfred noticed how Arthur was picking at his vest, his fingers twisting knows in the wool as his eyes looked at everywhere but him. The need to be in attention urged Alfred to say something. Perhaps something witty just to make a good impression?

"It's alright. The librarian doesn't seem to mind me coming over just now," Alfred tried brightly, then face-palmed himself mentally. Really Alfred Jones? That was the best you can do? The voice in his head sighed. Well in actual fact, the librarian had already dozed off. But that was certainly not what he was aiming for. What happened to witty?

"He is hard of hearing that's why. Um…I'm sorry for all the books. are you hurt in any way?"

"No I'm fine! Actually, I came to look for you."

Arthur seemed to have spluttered. "For me?" His pale cheeks had a dusty tinge of pink (which Alfred found endearing for some reason) as his eyes glanced around, as though expecting more people to prance out from behind the shelves. "Why?"

"Yeah, because you've left you book in the canteen the other day and I couldn't find a time to return you your book. You seemed to have this uncanny ability to disappear really quickly and professionally," Alfred said as he pulled out the history text from his bad and handed over to Arthur who immediately snatched it back. "Those drawings are rather-"

"You looked through them?" Arthur's face was now a bright red as he snapped indignantly, the blush spreading to his ears while his eyes turned dilated.

"I did. As I was saying, they were rather-"

"I've got to go."

"What?"

Without another word, Arthur was seen dashing off in top speed, leaving Alfred dumbstruck in the pile of books. What went wrong? He was just trying to strike a conversation. It seemed as though the British boy was immune to his charms. What was wrong with him? Was he unable to stand his presence or something?

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Stop shaking you idiot. I, unlike you, need my beauty sleep."

"No wake up!"

"For the love of God, Francis, entertain him! I need my awesome sleep to preserve my awesome self," came the groan of Gilbert who was just a bed away.

"Wake up!"

Knowing that this racket would not stop unless he gave in to Arthur, Francis groaned as he sat up, taking in the disheveled look of Arthur. His hair was as messy as ever, reading specs askew and his normally tucked shirt was uncharacteristically out under his vest. His tie was also loosened.

"What happened to you? Someone finally took interest in your virgin arse and felt you up or something?" Francis yawned as he glanced at the clock. It was one. Perhaps if he settled this quickly, he would not miss that much of sleep.

"Alfred…library with me…I was straddling him…then he…"

"Wait. So you decided to take his virgin arse instead?" Gilbert from the other bed shot up, his red eyes shining with a mad glint, looking more awake than ever. "I didn't know you had it in you!"

"I didn't know you were so desperate and sexually deprived. Maybe we should alter the plans," Francis added, stroking his chin.

"No you dolts! Listen to me!" Arthur said as he smacked Francis on the head. "I fell asleep in the library and the next thing I knew was Alfred right in front of me and I thought it was Gilbert so I tackled him down on the ground and the books fell down and hurt him and then he held out his hand towards me but it turned out that he just wanted to return me my book and he had actually flipped through it and saw all those stupid drawings and poems and—"

"Does he even need to breathe?" Gilbert asked earning a shrug from Francis. "Stop there lad. Relax will you? And what was that about me pranking you? How could you even start comparing me with that Hamburger fanati—"

"But then he looked through my book. It was so embarrassing! I bet he must be rolling with laughter now, thinking how I must be a ponce and—"

"What did you do afterwards?" Francis interrupted.

Arthur stopped finally as his face crumpled. "Oh shit oh shit! I just snatched my book and dashed off!"

"Case solved. He will think that you are an arrogant ponce. Time to sleep," Gilbert concluded, causing Arthur to be more dismayed as he pulled at his hair, heaving on Francis's bed.

Sighing, Francis patted on Arthur's back. "Don't worry. We can sort the situation out tomorrow. Now sleep."

"No, he'll think of me as some giant ponce just like what Gilbert said," came Arthur's miserable reply, his green eyes bright.

"I was just joking…" Gilbert started uncertainly, exchanging a glance with Francis who nodded. "Look, perhaps he would find you…uh…unique!"

"If you are worried, you can ask Antonio tomorrow. They share the same dorm," Francis added, then pushed Arthur off his bed. "I have plans of having ample or perhaps extra sleep time tonight. Now shut up and get to bed. You can find everything out tomorrow."

"We will find out about that tomorrow won't we?" Arthur replied moodily, seemingly having collected himself as he trudged to his own bed, then turned towards Gilbert. "And Gilbert, being caring does not suits you by the way."

"We all know you love me," came Gilbert's snarky reply, followed by a snort.

"You wish."

The second encounter with Arthur Kirkland proved to be as disastrous as the first. Leading a perfect life with no failure or setbacks, Alfred had no taste of not getting what he wants. He was beyond shock when Arthur just dashed off in such an unfriendly manner, as though he had the plague with him or something that he sat on the floor thinking for a long while before returning to his room in a zombie-like fashion.

"Hey Alfred. Something wrong?"

"Mattie. Am I repulsive?" Alfred asked the other spectacled boy siting at the desk studying. It was just like his brother to study late into the night.

"Why are you asking me that?" Matthew asked. "How could you be repulsive? You have so many friends and you are well-liked by everyone."

"Apparently not everyone! He couldn't even stand to be in the same space with me! That must have been why he didn't want my help to the infirmary," Alfred said as he plopped down on his bed, holding his pillow to his chest, then began hitting it. "I don't understand! We haven't even talked to one another till recently! What made him judge me so quickly?"

"Um…who are we discussing about here?" Matthew asked, though he had a good mind who it was already. For the past few days, he had noticed that his brother was obsessed with finding out about the British guy. Not only that, Antonio, their other roommate had also told him about it.

"Him! Him! Arthur Kirkland!"

"Why are you so distressed? Perhaps he is just shy?" Matthew added helpfully. He had not had much interaction with Arthur, but he knew that he was a polite and kind person, although he might be sarcastic and temperamental at times.

"No. I know it. He has that look on his face, in his eyes that he does not want anything to do with me. I know that look. I've seen it in so many movies. It must be the case," Alfred said, more to himself than to Matthew, throwing down the pillow and started pacing around.

Sighing, Matthew returned to his book and peeked at Antonio's bed. He could see the Spanish boy writhing with laughter silently. Boys, he sighed to himself once again before turning off his lamp at the table.

"Alfred, sleep now. You have a long day tomorrow."

Snapping his fingers, Alfred turned towards Matthew.

"Yes! It's Friday tomorrow, and I have PE with Arthur!" he said and dropped to his bed again. "I will ask him what exactly he found wrong with me."

"Yeah good luck on that," Matthew replied sarcastically as he walked to his bed, taking off his spectacles.

"Watch me, Mattie."

A/N: I lied. I couldn't get it done during the weekends. I hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter! Thank you to all my reviewers and those who favourited/followed the story! Special thanks to DubzNChloe and Alix R.S for sharing with me your school system!