AN: Hey every one~ I hope you like this. This one sadly could be better... But there are 2,925 words~ This could probably be a good multichapter story, but that is just me. If you want you can adopt this poor One-Shot... Give it a good home! Anyway the poll is still open and ill be until the final story that has been voted on is used~ So in about 27-28 chapters... Well anyway... *Goes to cheak the poll to see what pairing she will be writing next*
Francis sat on his privet jet, worrying about where he was going, no one actually knew where. The only think he, or anyone else knew, was that he was going to Hetalia Academy. Hetalia Academy was for the super rich and super smart. The only way you could get in would be to be a genius. Francis looked out the window, worrying at the edge of his royal blue scarf. He was already wearing his uniform, but it clashed with his gorgeous blue eyes so he and his mother decided to add the scarf in so that he could at least be some what fashionable.
He sighs, tilting his head up againced the window, making his shoulder length blond hair sway slightly. He didn't know how long he had been in the plane but he didn't really care, he just wanted to be on the ground again. He unclips and reclips the pin all students where forced to wear. The pin that had their home country's flag on it, but he kept noticing the slightest impurities about the way the pin was placed, so he kept trying to perfect it. He knew he could never perfect it persay... but he could get it as close to perfect as possible.
A woman in a woman's suit walks up behind him. "Monsieur Bonnefoy... We will be landing at the school soon. Don't try to look for the school because you wont be able to see it." She says.
"Merci Madamoiselle~." Francis smiles and winks at the woman. She blushes and shuffles back to her station in the back of the jet. Francis smiles wider as he hears the woman whispering with two other girls, and quiet squeals and giggles.
Francis liked to think of himself as a normal 15 year old boy with deadly good looks. He had Golden blond hair and sapphire blue eyes, and he was about 5.8 feet tall. He liked to act like a complete idiot to piss people off but, what could he say? He was a Frenchman, and he felt it was his job as such to give people from other countries a hard time. He also loved to flirt with pretty girls.
'What is it going to be like there?' He asks himself. 'Probably like all the others... Lonely and I wont be able to speak with anyone because they're all stuck up snobs that are stuck in they're studys.' he sighs and buckles in right as the jet starts its descent. 'Mon dieu... how malvaius will this be?'
When the jet plane lands he is ushured off and handed his briefcase. All of his luggage has his flag on it, seeing as only one student from each country were in the same grade as he, He didn't have to write his name on the tags, but he did anyway... So that means that there were only four maybe five people from France, meaning only a few people who can speak French.
An Italian man walks up to Francis. He was tall and had Mahogany brown hair. He was the 'Perfect' man in many people's point of view. He looked as if he was chiseled out of a dark tan stone. He had a hard eight pack and he had two curls coming out of his short brown hair. One low out on the left and one higher up on the right.
"Bonjourno! You are Francis, Si? I am Romulus Vargas, Headmaster of Hetalia Academy~. We, here at Hetalia, are very glad that you are here." Romulus says with a perfect white smile, his brown eyes sparking with excitement.
'This is the headmaster? What kind of school is this?' he asks himself then nods to Headmaster Romulus. "Um Headmaster Romulus? What kind of school is this?" He asks, his blue eyes showing no emotion.
"You can call me Headmaster Rome~. This is Hetalia Academy! School for the geniuses who know how to have a good time~ I warn you... some may seem like they are stuck up or have a stick so far up there butts that it's not funny but everyone here has been hand chosen by me." Romulus says.
Francis looks taken aback. A school for geniuses that know how to have a good time? How is that posable? "Come~ I will show you to my office and have someone show you around. We will also get you your schedule and room key. You will be rooming on the first years floor with all of the other first years." Francis follows Headmaster Rome with no questions.
`*~FrUK~*`
Arthur Kirkland stands in the middle of his new room. He would have a roommate but he doubted it would be a problem. As long as his new roommate was some what clean. He was in his uniform for Hetalia Academy. On the pin, on the right side of the sweater vest, proudly shown the Great Britain flag. He lets his forest green eyes pass over the empty room. This would be his home for the next four to five years of his life.
He sighs and grabs his bags and starts putting his clothes and such away. He is taped on the shoulder, he furrows his large eyebrows and frowns. Who could be tapping on his shoulder? Was it just his imagination? He didn't hear anyone walk in... He turns around and finds himself face to face with a flying mint green bunny.
"Flying Mint Bunny!" He exclaims. "What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay home and keep Uni company!"
"You did~ But we were so lonely without you so we decided to follow you here!" As Flying mint bunny says this A Unicorn and some other mythical creatures come out of the bathroom. "See? We are ALL here~"
"You need to go home and look after Mum and Dad! I love that you love me so much that you would follow me all the way from London but you need to go." He says tears threatening to fall out of his eyes.
"Okay Arthur... We will go..." they say. Arthur opens the door for them then gets back to what he was doing. When all of his clothes were put away he went to put his toiletries in the bathroom. As he was doing his mindless task, he thought of his run in with Headmaster Romulus and Professor Legolas.
Arthur walks off of his private jet. He sees a tall Italian man walking toward him with a Blond German man right behind him. "Ah~ Bonjourno! You must be Arthur Kirkland, Si? I am Headmaster Romulus Vargas. You may call me headmaster Rome~" the Italian says. Arthur looks at him, dumbstruck.
"ROMULUS! STOP SURPRISING THE NEW STUDENTS! YOU ALREADY MADE THE JAPANESE STUDENT PASS OUT AND HAVE TO GO TO THE MEDICAL VING!" The German man yells at Headmaster Rome.
"Oh Legolas~ Get that stick out of your rear end will you? We are supposed to be having fun with our learning here~" Headmaster Rome says to the long haired German.
"Erm... Excuse me... Yes, I am Arthur Kirkland... What the bloody hell is going on?" Arthur says, a frown plastered on his face.
"Ah~ Good~ Legolas shall take you to my office and get you everything you need. That Includes being your guide, getting you your schedule, and your room key." Headmaster Rome says, ignoring Arthur's question completely.
Arthur sighs, and sits on his bed. 'I wonder whom my roommate will be...' he thinks. The door makes a click sound as it is unlocked and a boy about Arthur's height walks into the room. He had shoulder length golden blond hair and sapphire blue eyes.
He turns around and looks at me. "Bonjour Mon Amie~" he calls out to me. 'Oh great... He is a bloody frog. They have me rooming with a bloody French frog!'
`*~FrUK~*`
Francis walks into his new room to see that his new roommate was already there in their room. He had beautiful forest green eyes and Monstrous eyebrows. How did they fit on his head? His hair was messy but It looked like it was meant to be that way. "Bonjour Mon Amie~!" I say to him. He looks at Francis like he had grown three heads and then had shit dumped on him. "What? What is wrong Mon Amie?" He asks.
"OH BLOODY HELL! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" His roommate yells. 'Oh great it was a Britt...' He looked over the Britain closer. He saw the pin that shown the Great Britain flag and noticed that he was wearing the school sweater vest.
"Oh non. Je ne vais pas à la chambre avec cette secousse pompeuse britannique. Il ne va pas arriver!" (Oh no. I am not going to room with this pompous British jerk. It is not going to happen!) Francis says. He flails his hands around as if to make his point.
"What the bloody hell are you saying you wanker?" The Britt asks with an angered look on his face. He stands up and stands at the foot of his bed.
"I am NOT going to room with a Britishman! I have standards!" Francis answers.
"Well, I am NOT going to room with a fucking frog!" The Britt says storming out of the room.
Francis gets to putting his stuff away, still angry about being roomed with an Englishmen... the swine... Francis sighs. How could the headmaster do this to him? He was one of the best dressed and the smartest in France. He didn't need to be put with a stupid Englishman! He didn't deserve it!
Francis puts his toiletries in the drawer in his bedside table. He didn't need them to be gone through by that Britt. He knew that the British were quick to judge, so what would the Britain think about the... personal... items he kept in his toiletries? Yeah... best for him not to take any chances...
Francis thinks about the Britt again. Now that he thought about it, the boy was cute. The way he had more feminine features than most boys, the way when he got mad his large eyebrows pushed inward slightly, the way his messy hair looked so effortless, his green eyes were so captivating... Francis slapped himself lightly. He shouldn't be thinking about one of his mortal enemies like this... but he was soooooooo cute~...
`*~FrUK~*`
Arthur storms up to the headmaster's office and knocks. How could they place him with a FROG? A Frenchmen! Ha! He was a man of the Great British Empire... okay maybe it wasn't an empire anymore but he still concentered it an empire. The door opened to revile professor Legolas. "yes Arthur? Vat is it?" He asks with a straight face.
"Professor... It has come to my attention that my roommate is French." He says trying to keep a flat tone, as not to speak with an attitude because it would be completely disrespectful.
"Yes. His name is Francis, I believe. No you cannot be moved to a different room and no you cannot switch rooms with someone. You were put in that room for a reason. Now go back to your room and get some rest. School starts in a week and you need to be on a good schedule." The German said then closed the door.
Arthur cursed. How could they do this to him! He starts to shuffle back to his room in a half daze. He doesn't see anyone and no one sees him. He is completely okay with this so that he can pout in peace. He gets to his room and stands there for a moment. "Bullocks..." he whispers aloud.
`*~FrUK~*`
Francis sighs and lays back on his bed, hes tie and shirt going slightly eskue. He was falling in love with his enemy. His mortal enemy no less... The race he was taught was so different from his own, the people he was taught to hate from birth... 'I wonder what his name is...' he thinks to himself.
He closes his eyes and turns over so that his back is facing the door. He sighs loudly and he hears the door handle being turned. He sits up on his elbows, his hair was slightly ruffles and he was starting to get bags under his eyes. The plane ride had taken it out of him, and Jet lag was starting to catch up with him.
The blond British man walks into the room with a regal air about him. Like he felt he didn't belong here. Which was probably exactly what he thought. "um... Mon Aime... I am zorry for what I zaid earlier... I waz not thinking..." He says, truly sincere. His blue gems met regal green ones.
"What ever. I guess I am going to have to deal with you. They won't let me change rooms with anyone." He says with a huff. He looked truly unpleased.
"Mon Aime... What- What is your name?" He asks, his heart speeding up slightly. He was starting to actually feel the pain of falling head over heals for someone, only to know that they hate him.
"My name is Arthur Kirkland. And yours?" He says calmly.
"Francis Bonnefoy. A pleazure to meet you Arthur." He says pleasantly. "I am going to get ready for bed... Am I right to azzume that you are going to do the zame?" He asks going to his dresser and pulling out a pair of silk pajamas.
"You are correct. I am going to get ready for bed." He says getting a pair of flannel Pajama pants and a T-shirt out of his bedside drawers.
"Would you like to use the bathroom to change or shall I?" He asks kindly, wanting to Give Arthur the choice.
"I will use the bathroom. Thank you." He says and walks into the bathroom they shared.
`*~FrUK~*`
Arthur was taken aback at how nice Francis was being. It was almost as if something had happened in the ten minutes he had been gone from the room. He changed into his flannel pants and large T-shirt. He then took some time to wash his face and brush his teeth. He looks at himself in the mirror.
He wasn't anything too special. He had, in his opinion, dull green eyes and coarse, dirty blond hair that stuck out at horrid angles... His mother always told him that he was a very handsome young man, with eyes like a forest at high noon... but isn't that what every mother tells their son?
He then thought about what Francis looked like. He held a proud, confident air about him, and was very good looking. He had long golden blond hair, that looked like it was probably very soft, and he had sapphire blue eyes that you could get lost in for hours... Arthur slapped himself, not hard enough to make a mark, but hard enough to get him back to reality.
What was he doing? Was he really thinking about a frog like that? Was he forming a CRUSH on him? He didn't think that he liked men... Then again he had never really had any human contact other than his mum and dad...
He decided then was a good time to walk out of the bathroom and he glanced over at Francis and blushed. Francis had his shirt off and he was rubbing lotion into his back and sides. The first thing he noticed, other than the fact that Francis was half naked, was that Francis had the muscles of a fencer. Well defined pex and upper arm muscles. Not too defined that they would show through a shirt, but enough to make him swoon a bit.
He averted his eyes and went over and sat on his bed. "G-Get a shirt on y-you Git." He stutters.
"Hmmm? O-Oh! A-Arthur... I did not hear you leave the bathroom..." Francis says. "I-I am sorry, I will quickly finish up..."
Arthur gets under his covers and sets his phone alarm so that it would wake him up at seven AM the next morning. "Good night." He says, not looking at Francis and closing his eyes.
"Good night." Francis said turning out his light.
`*~FrUK~*`
Francis looks over the other bed. In the gloomy darkness Arthur just looked like a lump underneath of the blankets. But Francis knew that under that blanket, there was a cute Britt with green eyes. Francis was blushing madly. Arthur had seen him half naked...
'Dieu... Why do I have to take so long to put lotion on my skin? It isn't my fault that I have a skin condition that I have to put lotion on, to keep it from marring my skin...' he thinks to himself while slipping the long sleeves of his silk, button up, pajama top over his shoulders and buttoning it up. 'And Arthur looked flustered... That must have been uncomfortable for him...'
Francis lifted the comforter and the sheet so that he could slip under neath without making too many wrinkles in them. The bed was cold at first and the unknown comforter was a little heavier than usual, but after a few minutes the blankets around him started to warm up and he got used to the weight of the comforter.
Francis layed there for a little while just thinking over the events of the last day. 'Well... maybe this will be better than I originally thought.' he thinks to himself, drifting into a dreamless sleep.
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