A/N: Ohmigosh~ :3 I got so many reviews I did a freaking one hundred take XD THANK YOU! :D Lol, on a random note, you can probably all tell by now that I LOVE writing from Alfred's POV 3 I don't know why, it's just easier for me (probably because our loveable american is less shrouded in secracy then Arthur lol) However, I'm going to start writing from Arthur's POV more... Gah I got so many questions! And I'm so happy about it! Don't worry, you guy's will get stuff answered soon enough haha XD
Ughhh what a week... My parents are determined to keep me busy, as usual. I suppose its for my own good, and it's stuff I want to do but even so XD I'm taknig a math course over the summer so i can skip into the advanced class next year, and thats taking up hours and hours. On top of that, I'm auditioning to get into our towns philharmonic orchestra in a couple months, and the auditions are pretty rigorous, so I've already started practicing (Mozart I love you, but damn you at the same time XD) I'm really gunning for first chair... plus I have to start preparing for allstate... *sigh* on top of that, there's the other usual stuff, and my parents decided to take my computer away from me for my own good because i was to busy *glare* Boy am i glad I didnt take health over the summer... although sitting in a class during school next year with a bunch of underclassman watching a live birth isnt exactly a pleasent thought either . Jk I love the froshies and sophs :D Even so health is a pain XD Well, there's my shpeel...
OH! AND LOOKIES! :D :D A good friend of mine decided to be gracious and draw the emblem for you guys lol XD
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Alfred sighed, laying his head against the cool black stone of the lab bench and staring out the wide glass window. It had taken eight left turns, ten right, several flights of stairs and one incredibly inconspicuous stone stairwell, but they had finally made it to class. Nearly twenty minutes late, mind you, but even so, they had made it. Turning his eyes back to his lecturing teacher, he tossed a glance at the dark almond haired boy sitting beside him who was, at current, looking as if he was trying to stifle a yawn. He was a little odd, that one, but he had yet to not impress the blonde American. After their dashing through the halls for ten consecutive minutes, even Alfred was leaning against the worn stone walls, gasping for air, and he had always considered himself to have pretty decent endurance. That kid hadn't even broken a sweat. He had simply stared calmly at he and Arthur as they floundered to catch their breath, like fish out of water. Guy must have one hell of a lung capacity.
After they'd taken a minute to compose themselves, the trio split off, Arthur disappearing into the room just down the hall, while he and the other boy had stepped cautiously into their new class. Alfred had anticipated scolding. That was a given, after all, being nearly twenty minutes late on the first day of school. What he hadn't expected was the absolute backlash their teacher had given them. He hadn't even been able to get a word of apology out of his mouth before the man was on him like a hound, fuming so, that smoke looked like it was going to start pouring out of his ears at any moment.
"You!" He barked, throwing the paper's he'd been reading from down forcibly onto his desk. "Do you two have any idea how late you are? And on the first day of school as freshman? You should be disgusted with yourselves. Honestly, this used to be a prestigious school. How we've ended up with so many slackers like this is beyond me."
"Sorry sir, we got lost." Alfred offered, holding in the vicious urge to walk over to the man and stomp his face into the ground.
"Never mind that." He snapped. "I don't have time for this, just get on with it."
Alfred cocked his head in confusion, flitting his eyes to the other boy for help. He just shrugged. "I'm not sure what you mean." He replied. "What is it you want us to do?"
"For the love of god boy, your names." He sighed exasperatedly. "Do I have to spell it out for you? Are you sure you belong in this class?"
Biting back an angry retort he nodded compliantly. "Alfred Jones." Scowling, the teacher glanced down at a black clipboard just off to the side of his large wooden desk.
"Well it seems like you do belong here, Mr. Jones. For whatever reason anyway. Sit down in the back of the room."
Shooting him an unnoticed glare, Alfred slipped in between the large stone lab desks of the other students and settled onto a stool in front of the desk in the back.
"You ok man?" A voice from the desk beside him whispered over the teacher's continuously lecturing to the boy he had walked in with. He jolted in surprise, tossing the other student a glance. Kind brown eyes framed by cropped red hair stared at him in concern.
"Oh, yea." He murmured back. "I guess I wasn't expecting that just for being late."
"Mr. Palmer is always like this." The boy responded quietly, looking back up at their teacher. "You're a freshman huh? I'm a sophomore, and I had him last year. He's slightly less monstrous if you're on his good side, although in your case, I don't think that's going to happen."
Alfred snorted under his breath and nodded. "Yea, it seems like he already hates me huh?"
"You and your friend better watch out." The boy warned. "He FAILED kids last year, just for getting on his nerves. I've been blessed with the good fortune of being on his good side, but I've seen what he does to kids he doesn't like and it isn't pretty."
"Wonderful." Alfred muttered. "Is he even allowed to do that?" The boy shrugged, giving the man another quick glance before turning back to him.
"Probably not, but he's the best AP science teacher the school's got, and they'd be crazy to fire him. Besides, everyone's always so afraid for their grade, no one would dare tell the other teachers about him."
"Lovely." Alfred sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair. The red head laughed quietly and shook his head.
"If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to ask. I told you, he likes me so I might be able to get him to cut you some slack at times. I did the same thing last year with some of my friends in the class."
"Thanks." Alfred chuckled. "But if it's all the same, I think I'll try to deal with it on my own."
"Then I wish you luck." The boy replied. "By the way, my name's Oliver."
"Alfred."
"Hey, is that talking I hear?" Mr. Palmer roared, turning his attention away from the boy he was scolding. "I will not have talking in my classroom." Snapping back into their seats, the two boys exchanged an amused glance before turning their attention back to the front of the room. He was still going on to that poor kid? Didn't he have his name on the paper anyway? Why did he need to ask him, he was the last one left?
"You look like you just woke up. And you're not wearing the uniform properly. Don't teenagers these days take any pride in their appearance? And another thing-"
"Sir." The boy cut in. "I hate to sound rude, but while you're standing here lecturing me about being late, aren't you just wasting more time?" Alfred held in a choked snort of amusement. Frankly, the teacher had been lecturing him about everything BUT his tardiness. Apparently that struck a nerve with Mr. Palmer, because after shooting him a disapproving glare, he shooed him to the back of the room to sit next to Alfred.
"You were really brave up there." Alfred muttered as the teacher turned his back to them to continue the lesson on the board. "Did you do that on purpose?" The brunette smiled innocently, keeping his eyes locked on the front of the room.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." He replied nonchalantly. Alfred chuckled quietly and shrugged.
"Must have been my mistake then." He's sly. Alfred thought. He doesn't look like the type that thinks things through like that. Not that he looked like an airhead or anything. Just not someone who did any more thinking then he had to. Laid back, if Alfred had to describe him.
"Must have been." He responded, pulling a binder out of his bag and setting it on the table.
"Whoa hey you said you were a freshman right? Then where did you get that?" Alfred asked in surprise. He had been rather curious as to where they were to get their school supplies. "
"It was in the bag already. All the books you need are there too."
Seriously? Alfred gaped, sticking in hand in his pack. Wow there really was stuff in there. How had he not noticed it before?
"Wow thanks." He said gratefully. "I might not have ever noticed they were there."
"You must be pretty strong, Alfred, not to notice the weight of all those books." He chuckled, finally turning his eyes from their preoccupied teacher to look at him. Oh yea! I don't know his name yet. He realized. "It's Heracles." The boy said suddenly, cutting into his thoughts. "My name is Heracles Karpusi."
"Heracles." He said quietly. "Hey that's a cool name. Is it kind of like Hercules? That guy from the Greek myths?"
"Sort of." He smiled. "Although Heracles is the proper spelling. Somewhere along the line it got changed to Hercules in English."
"I kinda like Heracles better." Alfred replied thoughtfully. "Hey, what house are you-"
"Are you two talking back there?" Mr. Palmer cut in furiously.
"Ah no just, asking for paper."
"Well be quite." He snapped. "Now then..."
And here they were, an hour and a half later, still sitting around in Biology. Damn, how long did classes go anyway? Come to think of it, he still wasn't entirely sure of the schedule. Did they go to all their classes every day? He couldn't imagine that. At this point, with the added twenty minutes that they'd missed, class had been going for nearly two hours. If all their classes were that long, they would be there until midnight.
"Alright." Mr. Palmer's booming voice shook him from his daze, forcing him to turn his attention back to the angry man. "That concludes out class for the day." Wow, speaking of... "Homework is pages 30 through 48, due on Wednesday, is that clear?" The class responded with a weary 'yes sir', barely audible over the sound of books and binders being shoved back into the student's leather packs. "Good. If any one of you don't have it, I WILL be deducting points, you can be sure of-" The sudden chiming of the bell cut him off, and the students grew noisy, bustling out of the classroom and chatting all the way, as if their strict teacher had disappeared with the chimes.
"Oh no, not you two." He snapped as he and Heracles inched past him. "You stay." Alfred flinched, halting in place and staring longingly at the closing door. So close...
"Your behavior today was completely disrespectful, and I assure you boys, I will be having no more of it." He ground out coldly. "You will be on time, you will not talk back to me, and you will pay attention and do as I ask. Are we clear?"
"Perfectly." Alfred responded, itching to get out of the classroom. Heracles answered with a polite nod, but said nothing.
"What houses are you two from?"
"What does that matter?" Alfred asked, fighting to keep the annoyance out of his voice. Couldn't he just let them go already? He had another class to get to, and who knew where the hell that one was.
"Mr. Jones, what exactly did I just say about talking back to me? You're not off to a good start, are you my boy?" He smiled unpleasantly. "Houses. Now."
"Imperaturi." He muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I'm from one of the new houses."
"Clearly. And you?" He said, turning to Heracles.
"I'm from-"
"Alfred!" The door swung open and a rather peeved looking Briton stepped into the room, arms crossed in disapproval, until he saw the teacher.
"Oh... I'm sorry sir. I didn't realize he wasn't just lazing around." Arthur said apologetically, earning a pointed glare from Alfred. He was already standing on the edge of a cliff with this man, and Arthur seemed more then determined to add sharp pointy rocks to the bottom of his fall.
"Is this your teammate?" Mr. Palmer inquired.
"Yes." Arthur answered for him. "I apologize for dragging him out, but it seems for some reason he's needed at the moment. Please carry on." Without that, Arthur snatched him by the wrist and dragged the flustered American out the door before his teacher could get a word in edgewise.
"You bloody twat!" Arthur seethed, the minute the door shut behind them. "What did you do?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Alfred snapped bitterly, turning his head away.
"You damn well know what I'm talking about." Arthur growled. "He was about to take POINTS away from us Jones. You're lucky I overheard the conversation as I was passing and pulled you out before he could do anything." Points? Alfred frowned, thinking back on what Laura had said in homeroom. He vaguely remembered something like that being mentioned...
"Never mind." Arthur sighed. "I don't want to know. Just get your ass moving so your not late for your next class and cost us points."
"What about you?" Alfred huffed angrily. "Don't stand here lecturing me about being on time when you don't know where your class is..."
"I already know where it is." Arthur replied smugly. "We passed it on our way here. It'll take me no more the fives minutes to get there. You on the other hand have no idea where to go."
"Why you-" Alfred began, clenching his fists at his sides.
"Hey you two." A familiar voice called over the crowd. "You guy's are already going at it, huh?"
Alfred whirled around, met with a familiar pair of red eyes and mismatched uniform. "Oh, hi Gilbert." He sighed.
"Alfred! Arthur" A girls voice this time, waving excitedly as she pushed through the students. "Hi! I didn't know you guy's had a class on this floor! Where are you off too?" Elizaveta smiled, pointedly ignoring Gilbert.
"Hey Elizaveta." Alfred smiled brightly. "Yea... we're uh, right next to each other." He replied, shifting uncomfortably on his heels and glancing back at Arthur. He wasn't looking at him.
"Did something happen?" She asked curiously, peering around him at the fuming Briton.
"Ah, no." He laughed, stepping away from Arthur. "We were just talking."
" Yea right, you looked like you were going to hit him." Gilbert cut in, laughing.
"Well, I guess that's better then hitting each other." She shrugged, flattening out her red plaid skirt and ignoring the amused albino. "Where are you two going next?"
"English studies." Alfred groaned. "Man, of all the miserable classes to have after a miserable class..."
"Hey, that's where I'm going!" Elizaveta laughed. "I hope we have the same teacher!" Alfred smiled in relief, warmth pooling into his gut. At least if Elizaveta was there, it wouldn't be so bad.
"Huh." Gilbert muttered. "English studies... weird that sounds familiar..."
"Yea because we just said it you idiot." Elizaveta growled, acknowledging him for the first time in their conversation.
" Ha ha, no miss know it all..." Gilbert trailed off, rummaging through his bag. "Like I think I've seen that before... oh here it is." He said, pulling out a crumpled white piece of paper. He stared at it for a minute, eyes flitting around the page, and slowly, Gilbert blanched.
"Verdammt noch mal!" He swore, shoving paper back in his bag and crossing his arms. "We have the same damn class!"
"You're joking." Elizaveta pleaded. "Please tell me you're joking. What room is it? Are you sure it's this period?"
"432. And yes, I'm sure it's this period. I'm not an idiot." He snorted.
"That's my class." Alfred put in. "It's probably yours too..."
"Augh!" She yelled, gripping the sides of her head. "Dear god I'm gonna die!"
"You're gonna die?" Gilbert muttered, rolling his eyes. "I'm the one who has to put up with you."
"You say something?" She snapped, turning on him menacingly.
"Nothing at all." He replied, crossing his arms smugly.
"This is just great." She sighed, shaking her head. "Of course, Roderich and I don't have any classes toge-"
"Why would you care about that?" Gilbert cut in, an annoyed edge slipping into his voice. "That obnoxious prick, it would be better for everyone if he wasn't in the group."
"Take that back." Elizaveta snapped.
"Make me."
"Would you two knock it off," Arthur growled loudly. Alfred jumped in surprise, suddenly remembering the smaller blonde's presence beside him. "This idiot almost lost us points just a few minutes ago for being late, isn't that right Alfred?"
"Hey, you were late too." He pointed out.
"That aside, we can't afford to lose points before we even have them. The three of you don't even know where the room is, do you? Get going. You don't have time to stand around here arguing."
"Yea but-"
"Please." Arthur sighed. "My head hurts. Just go."
Elizaveta nodded. "Sorry Arthur." She murmured, placing her hand on his shoulder. "We'll go, ok? Don't worry about us, and try to get rid of your headache ok? If it doesn't get better, you should go to the nurse." Alfred narrowed his eye's, staring at Elizaveta's hand on Arthur. Why was she being so nice to him? She hadn't done anything wrong. He didn't deserve kind touches and sweet words. Not from her.
"Let's go." Gilbert muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets and starting away. Alfred nodded, giving Arthur one last look before falling in step beside him. A moment later, Elizaveta caught up, forcing a bright smile to her face.
"So Alfred how was your last class?"
"Miserable." He chuckled. "My teacher hates me..."
"Hey, you aren't going to ask me?" Gilbert whined. "I'm way more awesome then him, so obviously I'm more important!"
"Oh yea, that's logic right there." Elizaveta snorted.
"Well it is!"
"Fine then how was your class?"
"None of your business."
"You asshole!"
Alfred laughed quietly falling behind them so as to keep from being bickered around. They really didn't get along well. Could be worse. He thought. They could be throwing punches at each other, like Arthur and I. Speaking of Arthur... He glanced behind them, catching a glimpse of the dirty blonde. Wasn't his class in this direction? Arthur was standing by his classroom door still, but despite their departure, was not alone. In fact, back turned to them, he stood happily chatting with Heracles. That was a fast headache. Alfred grumbled inwardly. Continuing forward, his thoughts wandered back to the brown haired boy. He hoped that Mr. Palmer hadn't chewed him out to badly. After all, it seemed like he'd been in there a while. He felt kind of bad that a teammate saved him while Heracles was left there alone to deal with it by himself. He had really been saved by that call of his name...
He sighed, shaking his head and running to catch up with the still arguing pair, when he was struck with a horrible realization. He had called his name. The last time he'd done that, it had struck him as so odd, so weird and foreign. So unnatural. This time, he hadn't even noticed. "What is wrong with me?" He hissed to himself, biting his lip and clenching his fists at his sides. Forcing the thought to the back of his mind, he raced ahead of his teammates, calling out for them to follow. In a matter of moments, the trio was racing through the halls just as he had done several hours earlier. It felt oddly nostalgic. And yet somehow, Alfred couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
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English was an ordeal of it's own. They weren't late, (thank god for that because Arthur would have his head on a pike if they lost points for being late after what he told them) but oddly, the entire class was a lot more laid back then he would have imagined. Their teacher, Ms Walker, was a kind, cheerful young woman. She had just graduated from college, so she still had an air of childishness about her. They'd spent the first half hour or so introducing themselves, talking, doing anything but work. Elizaveta and Gilbert were effectively avoiding making eye contact, so it seemed for a time that it would stay peaceful. Unfortunately, as all things go, it didn't, and by the middle of class, the two were at each other's throats, and their poor teacher was up to her neck in conflict. Fortunately, when things finally managed to settle down and the two offered an apology, she was more then happy to forgive them. The rest of English went off without a hitch, save the occasional bump or shove from Elizaveta to Gilbert. Or vice versa.
After class, Ms Walker pulled them aside and asked them if they knew how their schedules were working. Alfred shrugged, and said in all honesty they had no idea and they were lucky that they had gotten two classes right so far.
"Next, the whole school goes to lunch. After that, you go to your last two classes. Tomorrow, you start with your second two and end with your second to last two. Does that make sense?"
"I'm not sure I get what you mean, but whatever I'll figure it out." Gilbert assured her. "After all, I'm awesome so I'll figure it out." She laughed good naturedly, and after a few more minutes of re-explaining, she shooed them off to lunch.
The lunchroom had been surprisingly easy to find. Probably because all the students in the school were gravitating toward the same room, but whatever. Alfred thought. Like the rest of the school, it was certainly a sight to behold. The room was huge. Heck, even the doors that led into the room were enormous. Rafter ceilings sat high above the stone floor of the room, adorned with golden trappings and trim that made them all the more spectacular. The walls were line with large rectangular windows that stretched nearly the height of the room, letting in an abundance of light, despite the still patchy gray skies outside, and it was suddenly clear to Alfred as to why there were no lights in the room. There was never any need. Along the length of the great room, sat 24 large wooden tables, covered in plates of food and drink, each, Alfred noticed, with a wooden carving nailed to the end of the table. Those must be the other teams emblems. He realized. But then... where's our table?
"Gilbert! Alfred! Elizaveta!" A voice called from the far end of the room. Alfred perked at the familiar voice, scanning the crowd of people to find his teammate.
"Tino!" He yelled gratefully, waving to the short blonde. "Thanks man." He said gratefully as they approached the table the short Finnish boy stood next to.
"It's no problem of course!" Tino insisted happily. "We're a team after all, why wouldn't I call you over?"
"But how did you decide this was our table?" Gilbert asked suspiciously.
"Well it's got our emblem on it of course." Tino blinked, staring at him as if he was daft. And indeed it did. Somehow or another, they managed to get it up in only four hours of having possession of it.
"Man these people work fast." He muttered. "But it looks perfect!"
"Th'nks." A voice said from behind them, causing the group to jump.
"B-Berwald!" Tino cried in surprise. "You scared us!"
"What the hell do you mean by 'thanks'?" Gilbert snorted.
Berwald smiled gently, running his fingers over the crest and staring at it proudly. "I m'de it 'f c'rse."
"You did?" Tino asked, voicing all of their surprise. He nodded, turning back to them.
"I g't signed 'p f'r woodsh'p. Our f'rst assignment w's to build the l'nchroom crests f'r the new t'ms. Everyone in cl'ss worked on the oth'rs, b't I asked to do ours on my own. It seems l'ke I'm the 'nly freshm'n that got signed 'p f'r the class." He glanced back at the carving, shrugging his shoulders. "I think it t'rned out ok."
"It's amazing!" Elizaveta breathed, staring at the emblem. "I can't believe you did that in just two hours! We have to tell the rest of the house when the get here."
"Tell us what?" Yao asked from behind them. Alfred turned to see he and Kiku walking up to the table, curious expressions on their faces.
"Berwald made this." Alfred said, pointing to the crest. "Isn't it awesome?"
"That's amazing Berwald-san." Kiku agreed. "I can't believe you did that."
"What's going on?" Soren called.
"What are you guy's looking at?" Francis inquired, pulling up beside them. After several minutes, all eighteen of them had gathered around, talking and admiring Berwald's work.
"How were your classes?" Matthew asked, sitting down on his other side at the table.
"Miserable." He groaned. "Absolutely miserable. My AP bio teacher is horrible. Seriously, he's a monster. Oh, but my English teacher is really nice, and I made a couple new friends I guess."
"Really?" Soren laughed. "Wow that was fast. We're already being replaced."
"Oh shut up." He chuckled, shoving him.
"Well what we're their names?" Matthew asked curiously.
"Oliver and Heracles." He replied, eyes scanning the delicious looking food spread across the table. They'd been sitting around for about ten minutes, and still, not a single one of the other tables was touching their food. What were they waiting for, anyway?
"That's an interesting name." Soren commented, leaning into his hand.
"Oh, you're one to talk." Alfred teased. "How normal is Soren?"
"Normal enough." His friend grinned. "But still, just weird enough too."
"Damn it, when do we get to eat." Romano grumbled from the other side of the table. "I'm gonna fucking waste away."
"Poor Lovi, are you hungry?" Antonio cooed, ruffling the small Italians hair.
"Shut up!" Romano growled, trying to knock his hand away with his head. "And don't touch my hair you bastard!"
"Awww but why not?" Antonio whined. "You have nice hair. And I'd like to know how you get that piece to curl like that." He said, tugging at Romano's odd hair curl.
"Ah!" Romano cried, scrambling away from him and tumbling off the bench, face glowing bright red. "What the hell?"
"Sorry!" Antonio apologized, instantly dropping to the ground to make sure the boy was ok. "Did I pull it to hard? I didn't hurt you did I?"
"Bastard." Romano grumbled, looking away. "Just don't touch me and stuff like this won't happen!"
"Ahahahaa sorry about that." Antonio grinned sheepishly. "I'll... be more careful I guess."
"You guess." Romano snorted incredulously, pushing himself to his feet and pushing his brother over.
"Ve Romano what are you doing?" Feliciano whined, trying to hold on to his spot next to Ludwig.
"YOU sit next to the tomato bastard." He grumbled. "I'll sit between you two." He glared at Ludwig briefly; clearly expressing his displeasure at sitting next to the German boy, but quickly plopped down in the seat and turned away.
"Hey you guy's!" A pleasant voice called from behind them. Laura bounced over to the group, leaning down to meet eye level with Alfred. "What's up?"
"Laura?" Elizaveta cried, shooting up in her seat and catching the attention of the rest of the table. "What are you doing here in a school uniform?"
"Oh, they'll explain it to you later." She replied, waving her hand toward Alfred and Arthur (who just so happened to be sitting on the other side of Matthew). "Anyway, I just wanted to come over and say hello while the room is still in chaos."
"Yea speaking of that." Arthur spoke up. "When the bloody hell do we get to eat?"
"When the headmaster get's here." She informed him. "He usually doesn't show up at lunch, but since we've got four new teams, he's going to be introducing you and making some announcements."
"Speaking of announcements, didn't you say this morning that students weren't supposed to visit with the new houses." Alfred pointed out.
"Oh, they won't get mad." Laura giggled. "Don't worry."
"The staff might not, but I will." An annoyed voice pointed out from behind her. She sighed, rolling her eyes and spinning around to face Lars.
"Come on Lars mars, your such a stickler for the rules. I was just coming over as a student leader to make sure their settling in alright."
"Then go check with the other groups too." He growled. "And for the last time, don't call me that."
"Hey, I'm the student leader here." She pointed out, crossing her arms. "So you don't get to tell me what to do."
"I'm taller."
"What kind of logic is that?"
"Are you two dating?" Alfred cut in curiously. He supposed it wasn't a question you just asked someone, but he was curious.
"O-of course not!" Laura sputtered, staring at him wide eyed as her face went red. "We're teammates, and he's just a pain in the butt."
"I think you're talking about yourself..." Lars muttered. "Besides, who would want to date her?"
"What was that?" She smiled stiffly. "I couldn't quite here you."
"Well there has to be a reason you've never had a boyfriend." He snorted.
"Hey, you've never had a girlfriend!" She pointed out. "And would you knock it off, you're embarrassing me."
"Then come on." He said, grabbing her arm. "I already told you, you're not supposed to be over here, and we're going to get in trouble."
"There you go, pulling me away from people again." She grumbled, letting herself be dragged along. "Don't worry, I'll come over again after announcements!" She called waving goodbye.
"Well that was... weird." Lukas muttered.
"I can't believe Laura is here." Kiku said in disbelief. "I am happy she is, but it is quite the surprise.' Are," He turned to Arthur and Alfred expectantly. "Are you two going to explain?"
"Later." Alfred said, waving his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, it's not to complicated."
"That's not what you thought when she was telling us." Arthur snickered.
"I didn't once say I was confused." Alfred countered.
"Even so, it was written all over your face."
"Why were you staring at my face?"
"I was planning on punching it, but I decided against it because Laura was there."
"Then why don't you do it now?"
"Maybe I will."
"Guy's!" Matthew cut in desperately, holding his arms out. "Would you knock it off?"
"He started it." Alfred grumbled, letting his head fall against the table in defeat.
"Oh stop whining like a little kid." Arthur snorted, leaning on his arm.
Alfred looked away, running his hand around his smooth porcelain plate. "What were you talking to Heracles about?" He asked begrudgingly. "Your headache sure did seem to disappear fast..."
"I was just making sure I didn't get him into more trouble. And I asked him why you two were getting scolded..."
"So what did he say?" Alfred asked. Arthur sighed, putting his head down so they were seeing eye to eye.
"He told me how unfair that man was. I mean, you were late and all I suppose, but his reaction was completely uncalled for."
"Wait... so you're siding with me?" Alfred gaped, staring at him curiously. Arthur shrugged, twisting one of the silver studs in his ears lazily.
"I suppose so... and I apologize for trying to get rid of the lot of you earlier. I was just tired of their arguing..."
"Now you know how the rest of us feel." Matthew pointed out from between them. Arthur laughed dryly, pushing himself to his elbows.
"I suppose." He mused.
"Hey guy's look, something's going on." Soren pointed out, motioning to the colossal doors at the entrance of the hall. Students from every table around the room began to stand, all turning toward the center as the doors opened.
"Do you think the headmaster's finally here?" Yao whispered.
"Probably." Ludwig muttered. "Come on, we should stand too."
Nodding in agreement, the group pushed themselves to their feet, desperately trying to get a glimpse at the figures walking down the center row. It wasn't easy, considering they were at the very front and the furthest to the side, although Alfred reckoned that Berwald, Soren and Ivan were having no trouble seeing what was going on.
"What's going on?" He asked, stretching desperately on his heels to get a glimpse.
"There's this guy walking down the isle. Looks like there are some teachers with him or something. Oh, and there are students in the back. Holy crap, that's Laura!"
"Laura's there?" Matthew cried quietly. "I had no idea she held such a high position..."
With a loud slam, the large oaken doors closed and at that moment, he finally caught a glimpse of the top of a head, slowly ascending the stairs. Slowly... slowly...
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A/N: AGHHHHHHH I wanted to write so much more in this chapter! Unfortunately I hit a huge writers block towards the end, and my parents were threatening to take my computer Xd Oh, and I know this is a lot, and you can skip some but most of this is pretty important so read! XD Im joking you dont have to but seriously... XD oh and translation!
Verdammt noch mal!: Damn it all ( I hope!)
SO! Congrats to everyone who got it right! But I'll give you all cookies because you're so amazing :3 *hands out cookies* So, on the topic of Heracles. I'm going to be dead honest with you guy's, his personality is going to seem a little different then in the anime and manga, because I'm playing off another side of his personality that Himaruya mentioned, and that's his seriousness, because yes, Greece can be serious XD He's not going to be all tired and whispery voiced all the time. On top of that, when you hear Alfred and Arthur describe him in chapter to come, his pysical despcription might seem to fit Lithanians more, and yes, that's what I'm going for. Because no guy is as well buff as Greece in their freshman year of highschool, and Im not sure I would want them to be lol. So he's going to be tall and lanky, but with a strong chest. I know I'm straying a lot from the character, but I know that he'll work better in the story if he's got a personality likt this. And I'm not taking out the airy lazy side of him, I'm just toning it down a smidge, so don't worry ^^
Oh, on that subject, THIS IS IMPORTANT!
I'm gonig to be giving you all the characters as of now, and what coutnry they are. I hadn't really thoguht that everyone wasn't familair with the names, so I didn't bother giving them, but after some thoguht, a rather odd answer to my "who is it" question, and at the request of a reviewr, I am giving you the names! I won't do it again like this, only as characters come along so pay attention! Lol XD Here we go:
Alfred: America Arthur: England Matthew: Canada Francis: France Soren: Denmark Lukas: Norway Antonio: Spain Lovino/Romano: Romano Feliciano: Italy Ludwig: Germany Gilbert: Prussia Elizaveta: Hungary Roderich: Austria Berwald: Sweden
Tino: Finland Ivan: Russia Yao: China Kiku: Japan
Lars: The Netherlands (or holland, but it's more commonly reffered to as the Netherlands)
Laura: Belgium Heracles: Greece
And I believe that is all of them (save for Arthurs brothers who are Scotland, Ireland, Wales and sealand)
OH AND ANOTHER IMPORTANT THING! Oliver is NOT a character from the series, he is just an OC ^^ Speaking of OC's, I don't think I've ever hated writing on as much as I hate writing Mr Palmer . That guy is an ass, not gonna lie lol.
Thank you so much again for the reiviews! Like I was so insanely shocked you guy's have no idea hahah :D :D
And don't worry, next chapter will be completely from Arthur XD
My god my Authors note today O.o See you next time! (no, I don't spell check the Authors notes, can you tell? XD ) and Italics is of course flashback hahaha :D Imma be honest, I did not look this over after I spell checked it XD so i'll prolly take it down tomorrow and fix it. Im getting kicked off.. aughhh.. auughhhhhhhhhh