I opened my eyes when I heard the sound of my radio turning on, I groaned when I realized why it's on.

Do I really have to go to school today?

I slammed my hand lazily down on the snooze button, and lied in the darkness. One of the many things I hate about winter is how dark it always is, it is dark in the morning, and dark in the afternoon! I always hated it! How did the summer go by so fast? Sometimes during the summer the sun would still be in the air at nine at night! I missed those days. Then I had to watch the days slowly get darker throughout fall, and here I was. It was winter, it was five in the morning, and it was completely dark. How can anybody see my gorgeous hair in the dark?

The radio came back on and I let out another groan. I unplugged the machine, sat up from my bed, and turned on the lamp on my nightstand. The room was decorated with pictures of Paris and paintings by Monet, my favorite artist. Oh how those lily pads look lovely! I would be lucky to find myself in such beautiful scenery. I rubbed my eyes and reached for my glasses, a secret that only I will ever know. No way am I ever going to be known as the nerd with thick glasses! They even had tape on the bridge of the frame, from the time that I nearly broke them. I hated those glasses, they were the stereotype of a nerd's accessory! Don't get me wrong, a lot of people look wonderful in glasses, but I just look like a dork, begging for anyone to beat me up.

If Arthur ever found out, he would tease me forever. The black sheep insult would be nothing compared to what he would have on me!

That thought made me jump up from the comfy piece of furniture, and run to put my contacts in. I stared into the mirror at my bright blue eyes, they always looked much better without glasses. I rubbed the stubble on my chin with my hand.

I would look so young without it, should I shave it?

I shook my head.

What if I cut myself? That would suck! I look like a big brother anyway!

In my neighborhood, I was always the oldest. It was nice being the oldest in the group. Other kids like Feliciano would always look up to me and ask me for advice. It was as if being the oldest, made me the wisest, which I'm probably not. I always went along with it though, it was like a complement. I washed my hair and dried it with my hair dryer. I ran my hand through my golden locks, it was soft and fluffy, it came down to my shoulders, it would look like a girl's hair style on anybody else. On me, it looks wonderful and manly, it must be the beard that does the trick. I quickly got dressed and slid down the railing of the stairs.

"Francis!" Ma mère yelled.

"Oui, Mère?"

"What did I tell you about sliding down the stairs?"

"Don't do it?"

"Oui, and you will not do it again, do you understand me?"

"Oui, ma mère."

"Bon, now come to the dining room, breakfast is ready." I followed her to the dining room and plopped down in the seat. I supported my head on my hand and let my hair cover my face. "What kind of posture is that? You better sit up and get that elbow off of my table!" I automatically moved to the edge of the seat and set my back at the straightest angle possible. I kept my head up, and made sure that I kept my elbows off of the table.

"Je m'excuse, I guess that I am just tired."

Mère stared at me sternly, "That is no excuse, whether you are tired or not, you always keep a perfect posture especially when you are eating a meal at the table. Have you forgotten everything that I taught you overnight?"

I shook my head quickly, "Non! Of course not! I just wasn't thinking."

"Well you are to start thinking more," She said while spreading some butter on her bread.

"Oui ma mère."

"Also stay afterschool today and get help with your English. I know that it is an ugly language, but you still have to do better with it."

"Oui ma mère."

"Don't ask our neighbors for help though. The language might be important, but I hate the English! You hate the English also, understood?"

"But Arthur is my friend, actually he often is the one who helps my with my Engl-"

"Well, he is not your friend anymore, do not socialize with our neighbors. They are just a bunch of drunks, I'm surprized that they could afford such a big house. I figured that they would have gambled all of their money away by now."

"That is not true, they are really hard working and successful. They don't gamb-"

Mère put her piece of bread down and glared at me, "Are you trying to argue with me?"

"Non! I-It's just that Arthur is not a-"

"Drunk?" The woman sitting in front of me laughed. "Of course he is a drunk, dear, where ever did you get the idea that he isn't? You hear all of the arguing in the middle of the night. If his brothers are drunk, then he must be also."

"Mais ce n'est pas vrais." I said quietly. "He told me that he doesn't drink alcohol like his brothers."

Mère turned to me and looked me in the eye, "Well, people lie. Now finish breakfast, I do not want you to miss the bus." She stood from her seat and wrapped a scarf around her neck. She stared through the mirror hanging on the wall for a minute as she adjusted her brown hair. "I have to get to work, au revoir. Also stay out of the snow! I don't want your jacket getting ruined, I just bought that for you." Without waiting for a reply, she opened the front door, and left. I sighed as I heard the car engine start, and the tires roll over our salted driveway. With a sudden loss of appetite, I picked up my plate, and put it in the dishwasher.

I stared out the window as the sun was starting to rise. I stared in wonder as the sunrise reflected off of the snow. That is one thing I love about winter, snow! Snow is beautiful! I love everything about it. It is the one thing that can make Winter the best season ever! Winter would be so boring without snow, I don't know what I would do about it. I ran from the kitchen all the way to the front door and threw on a coat, a scarf, and a matching hat. I opened the front door as I was putting on my gloves. I snatched my backpack, and locked the door behind me.

I looked around as I heard the door lock and slowly stepped down the porch stairs that was covered in ice. Now not only was it sunny out, but there was snow! A heard a door slam shut, I jumped at the noise. I glanced over to the house next to me. I heard an angry Englishman rumpling to himself as he locked the front door with his key. "Bonjour Arthur!"

The blonde turned to me with a scowl on his face, "What did I say about calling me Arthur? Call me Art until you are able to pronounce my bloody name right!"

"I did pronounce your name right!" I complained.

"No, my name is Arthur. You said Arzur."

"Did not!"

"Did too."

"Arthur."

"There it is again! If you can't pronounce it, then just call me Art."

I sighed, "Fine, whatever you say, Art. I can't believe that we have school taday, we have a foot of snow on the ground!"

"I know, they probably didn't want to give us a day off on the second day back from Winter break." Arthur looked around in disgust, "I hate snow. It's just frozen rain."

"Snow is wonderful." I waited for Arthur to carefully descend his porch stairs. Then he walked up to me and we started to walk to the bus stop together.

"How the bloody hell is snow wonderful?" Arthur asked. "It's wet, cold, and annoying as hell to shovel!" He continued his rant on all of the negative things about snow as I slowed my pace. I walked slower as he continued to ramble on about winter. Once I was about five feet behind him, I picked up a clump of snow and began mushing it into a ball.

"You should just think about the positive things about snow!" I called.

"Like what?"

"Like this!" As he turned around to face me, I chucked the ball of snow directly at him. The snowball exploded in his face and he now had snow all over him. He turned around to spit out snow I got in his mouth as I doubled over laughing.

"That is not funny you arsehole!" He shouted.

"What? I cannot hear you over my laughing!"

The Englishman bent down and picked up a ball of snow. I dashed past him, trying to put as much distance as possible between us. I jumped when a snowball crashed on the ground a couple feet away from me. I almost crashed into the crowd of high school students as I reached the bus stop. I ran to a random lawn, and collected as much snow as I could in my hands. Arthur ran up to the bus stop and chucked a snowball at me as hard as he could. "No!" I screamed as it slammed into my shoulder. I glared at him while forming another snowball in my hands, "I will defeat you Art!"

"Why does this happen every morning?" One of the students asked.

"Yeah, why can't I have a normal bus stop?"

We ignored their complaining in the heat of battle. I tossed another snowball at Arthur which hit him in the knee. A girl cried out as Arthur hit her in the head with a snowball which would have hit me if I didn't move aside. "I'm sorry!" Arthur yelled. The girl glared at him as her friend helped her take the snow out of her hair.

Suddenly I heard a beep, I turned my attention away from the snowball fight as a blue car pulled up to me. The window rolled down, revealing Gilbert holding a foam cup of coffee. "Hey Francis do you want a ride?"

I nodded while dodging another snowball. I opened the car door to the back seat after hitting Arthur with another chunk of snow. "Damn you bloody frog!" Arthur yelled after me as snow collided with his backpack.

"See you at school Black Sheep! Bahhh," I slammed the car door shut and Gilbert stomped on the gas pedal, most likely leaving a bunch of smoke behind us for all of the students.

"That was hilarious mi amigo!" Came a Spanish accent. I turned to the right, to see Antonio sitting next to me.

"Antonio! I didn't even see you there!"

"No, you were too busy making sheep noises at Arthur," Antonio said laughing.

I glanced at the passenger seat to see Ludwig sitting there too. "Hello Ludwig, nice to see you."

Ludwig nodded, "You too." He turned his head to Gilbert, "Is there anybody else you want to pick up? Any teachers, or hoboes, or the whole entire school possibly?"

Gilbert laughed, "Nope, just these guys. Hey Francis, what are you going to do about all of that snow on you? You better not leave it all in my car! I paid seven hundred dollars for this baby!"

"Simple, I'll just let it melt into my clothes."

Antonio looked at me in concern, "Won't you get all wet? You will be freezing!"

I shrugged, "No I will not, this school has good heating!"

"Won't your mom murder you or something when she sees that her precious little Francis got his fancy clothes wet?" Gilbert teased.

"My clothes will probably become dry by the time I get home."

"Well just in case, I suggest that you go into the school bathroom, and crouch under the air drier for a bit," Antonio said.

"Thank you Antonio."

"No hay problema, after all, we would hate to see Mama's boy recieve a spanking," Antonio said. Gilbert snickered as he took a sharp turn.

I crossed my arms defensively, "I am not a mama's boy!"

"Oh relax Francis! We were just messing with you!" Gilbert laughed, "Anyway if you're getting so defensive about it then it must be true!"

"You get defensive every time I joke about you wanting to fuck Elizabeta, so is that true?"

"Oooooooooooooooh," Antonio said while covering his mouth.

Gilbert honked his horn to avoid answering the question, "Why the hell are you driving so slow? You're driving like this is the first time it snowed in New York!" Gilbert screamed. The car swerved to the left and Gilbert flipped the driver the bird as we drove past him. Antonio and I burst out laughing as Ludwig shook his head.

"Bruder he was just trying to be careful," Ludwig said.

"Careful my ass!" Gilbert swerved the car into the parking lot and we jumped outside.

"Tomorrow can we pick up Lovino also?" Antonio asked.

Gilbert looked at Ludwig, Ludwig shook his head. "He usually sits with his brother Feliciano on the bus."

"How would you know?" Antonio asked defensively.

"My bruder has a crush on Lovino's bruder," Gilbert said.

"Ohonhonhonhonhon!"

Ludwig blushed, "You don't have to tell the whole school!"

Antonio and I walked into the school leaving the German brothers to their bickering. We walked through the school doors to be greeted by the loud volume of everybody in the hallway talking at once. This is not a quiet school, that I can tell you for sure. "Did you get your report card over the weekend?"

I nodded, "My English grade does not look good."

"Oh English, that's a hard one. I'm barely passing that class."

"Mrs. Sohote est une chienne," I reached my locker and started doing the combination.

"I can agree with that! I have to go, see you at lunch!"

"Bye Antonio!" I called over my shoulder. I took off my jacket, hat, scarf, and gloves and placed them in my locker.

I'll have to run them under the air drier like Antonio said later.

I groaned as I entered my homeroom

Why do I have to have English first?

"Good morning Francis!" Mrs. Sohote called.

"Bonjour Mrs. Sohote," I greeted.

"It's Good day, not bonjour." She corrected. I hated how she always translated everything I say from French to English. It's not like I didn't greet her correctly, I just didn't greet her in English.

"Right," I muttered while plopping down in my seat. Arthur stormed into the classroom, not even giving the teacher a greeting before sitting down in his desk and glaring at me. I chuckled and waved to him playfully. I opened my backpack and pulled out my English binder, there's a quiz, I might as well study for it. Luckily it's only a ten question quiz about the definitions of Greek and Latin routes. We have one every week, these kinds of quizzes are actually not that hard. It would have been better if it were multiple choice though, that would be much better. I paid no attention to the morning announcements as I studied the routes over and over again. Why did we have to learn these anyways? It's not like I would ever have use these route later in life! Sure, maybe they help you define a word, but a dictionary can also do that!

"Good morning class," I looked up to see Mrs. Sohote absent-mindingly shuffling some papers. Her wrinkled face wore her usual cranky frown, and her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She wore a black long-sleeve dress , and dark blue high heels. "You will not have the extra five minutes to study for this quiz, for you should have done it yesterday." The class let out a loud, complaining moan, "Be quiet!" She yelled sternly. Once there was complete silence, she continued. "Your New Years resolutions all should have been to work harder in English class, especially with all of those poorly written essays you gave to me before break! Now here is your test, and-"

"Excuse me, can we have Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy come to the guidance counselor's office please?" Came a scratchy voice from the speaker hanging on the wall.

As she turned around to answer, I silently celebrated the opportunity to miss a couple minutes of my most hated class by fist pumping the air. The students who saw it laughed as Arthur rolled his eyes. "Yes they can." She turned back to the row of desks, gesturing with her hand for Arthur and I to leave the class room. I picked up my English binder from the vandalized desk I placed it on, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I walked out of the door as Arthur followed. The second Arthur closed the door behind us, he pushed me into one of the lockers, "You frog! Why did you pelt me with snowballs?"

I laughed as I lightly released his grip on me, "I did it because it is funny."

Arthur crossed his arms, "No it wasn't!"

I laughed as I continued to walk down the hall way, "If you say so," I sang. "So what do you think the counselor wants with us?"

"Well we're important members of the student body council, it could be anything."

"Whatever it is, I'm glad that I don't have to take that English quiz."

"It's quite easy, didn't you study last night?"

I shook my head, "I don't wanted to."

"It's, I didn't want to, not, I don't wanted to." Arthur corrected as we took a left. "Learn how to speak English properly!"

"I do speak proper English! Passè compossè is just hard!"

"Well you're going to have to learn it sooner or later."

"I choose later!"

Arthur sighed, "It's really not that hard, It's like speaking in present tense, only conjugating it."

"I hate conjugating!" I whined. "Can you help me learn it?"

"No way! I'm not going to help a person that attacked me with snowballs just thirty minutes ago," Arthur said.

"If you do not help me, then I am telling everybody about your playboy magazines you hide under your bed!"

Arthur stopped in his tracks, "How do you know about that!?"

I smiled, knowing that I was winning this argument, "You invite me over to your house too often, your playboy bunny calendar is under your bed too. I cannot wait for spring, because Mrs. May sure is fine!"

Arthur threw his hands in the air in defeat, "Fine! Meet me in the library right after school."

"I be there!"

There was a pause, "You need help with speaking in the future tense also, don't you?" I gave him a small nod, "Dammit Francis! You have been taking English for how long now?"

"Hey! I know many people who take French since fifth grade, and can still barely manage speaking a single sentence in French."

"It's, took, not take."

"Grammar Nazi!" I called him as I slid down the railing of the stairs. He came running down the steps, not rebel enough to slide down.

"I thought that you wanted me to help you with English?"

"That doesn't mean you have to correct every single word I say!"

"No, I have to correct every word you say wrong," Arthur corrected.

We arrived at the counselors office and I shut the door behind me. I turned to the lady at the desk, she had her curly black hair tied into a messy bun, she rested her feet on the desk as she leaned back in her chair. She held an opened book in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. "Hello, we-"

"You were called here for reasons that I don't care about, Mr. Penn is waiting for you in his office," She interrupted in a flat voice. She wore a bored expression as she loudly chewed bubble gum.

"Oui, mercy."

"Whatever, just leave."

I gave her a nod and walked down a small hallway that lead to many of the school counselor's offices alongside Arthur, "Somebody has to teach her some manners!" Arthur muttered. We entered a door to be greeted by a small office that one could barely walk around in. It was a small room about the size of a walk in closet, with just a computer desk, and two cushioned chairs, the room was cramped. We took a seat at the chairs and faced the man sitting in the computer desk. Mr. Penn has to be one of the nicest adults in the building. I don't know one single student who disrespects him. He's kind, friendly, and has the most patience in the world. I'd be surprised if he ever raised his voice in his life.

"Hello boys," Mr. Penn greeted from his desk.

"Good morning Mr. Penn," Arthur said. "Were you the one who called us here today?"

Mr. Penn nodded, "Yes I am, don't worry, you're not in trouble," I let out a silent sigh from relief. "I just wanted you two to be the ones to show a new student who is coming to the school around."

"We are happy to do that!" I said cheerfully. "Where is this new student?" We were usually the ones to greet new students, it was always interesting. Sometimes we even got permission to skip classes because of it.

"He is not here yet, but his parents contacted me earlier."

"So when is he coming?" Arthur asked.

"In a week."

"Well what is his name?"

"His name is Alfred. F. Jones, he is moving here all the way from Texas."

"Zut! Why Texas? Their egos are bigger than their state?"

"Francis, you shouldn't stereotype them," Mr. Penn said. "I grew up in Texas. Alfred is just a normal student, I want you to be really nice to him when he arrives, alright?"

"Yes, Mr. Penn," we said in unison.

"Good, now I have kept you away from class long enough, you should go." We said our good byes then left, glaring at the front desk lady as we exited into the hallway.

"Alfred is definitely not a normal student," Arthur said as I closed the door.

"What makes you think that? Do you think that he has a big ego too?" I asked while walking besides him.

Arthur shook his head, "Mr. Penn never informs us about new students a whole week before they arrive to the school, he usually tells us the day they arrive. Something's fishy."

"Maybe he's mentally disabled," I suggested.

"Possibly, we'll never know until he gets here. Now let's get back to English class." I let out a groan as I climbed up the stairs.

XXX

I twiddled my thumbs as I studied the clock, There were just five more minutes until English class was over! "Francis," Somebody whispered. I turned my head to Matthew staring at me, "Why were you and Arthur called to the councilor's office?"

"A new student is coming from Texas, we're part of the student council."

"Oh I see," Matthew said. "Is his name Alfred?"

Arthur looked over from his seat, "How the bloody hell do you know?"

"He's my brother, he's coming to New York to live with my mom and I."

"So is there anything different about Alfred? Anything that would have the councilor tell us about him so early?" I asked.

Matthew paused for a moment to think, "He was homeschooled in Texas."

Arthur and I gave each other a knowing look. That explains it!

"So why hasn't he lived with you and your mom before?" Arthur asked.

"Well, our parents split up when we were very little."

"What happened to the Da-"

"Francis! Unless you want a detention, I suggest that you stop talking," Mrs. Sohote warned.

Before I could respond, the bell rang. I jumped out of my seat with my backpack in hand, and rushed out of the classroom to continue my day. I could only think of one thing as I saw Gilbert and Antonio walking towards me in the hallway.

If Mère saw how I acted whenever I was at school, I would be in a foster home by now.

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Author's note: Sorry, I promised that this would be updated 2 days ago, I'm very late. Sorry! The past couple of days have gone absolutly horrible for me, so now I am just exhausted, and I'm glad that it's Friday so that I can finally get some sleep.

Alright, so this story is going to be very long. I am eventually going to focus on every Hetalia character, but I'm focusing on these characters until I get furthur into the plot, then I will give you more: Italy, Romano, Spain, Prussia, Germany, France, England, and eventually Canada and America when America moves from Texas. Don't worry you awesome Canadians, not even Canada's invisible powers can keep him out of the focus of this story. Just because I am focusing on these characters for a while, doesn't mean that the rest of the characters are dead. They will still be in there, just as minor characters until I focus on them.

French Translations: I translated these myself.

Mère= Mother

Oui ma mère= Yes my Mother

Bon= Good

Mais ce n'est pas vrais= But it is not true

Au revoir= Bye

Mrs. Sohote est une chienne= Mrs. Sohote is a female dod (I didn't know how to say bitch)

Next chapter will be in England's point of view!