"Would you two stop acting like children?" Arthur hissed as he walked between the two down the hall. Gilbert had a black eye, Feliks had a bloody nose, and Arthur had several scrapes on his arms and a couple bruises on his leg. They had just gone to the nurses' office to get themselves patched up. Of course, at this hour, no one was available to tend to them. As a result, Arthur was forced to clean both of them up while making sure they didn't try to attack each other again.
Currently, the two were at a ceasefire and looked away from each other as they walked down the hall. Arthur wasn't sure he wanted to leave the two of them to share a dorm together. He had a very bad feeling that if he turned his back to the two, they would just pick up where they left off—trying to claw each other's eyes out. It was well known by the students that Gilbert was one of the best fighters the school had to offer. The fact that Feliks could hurt Gilbert and get away alive was a clear indicator to Arthur that the Pole was pretty strong for his size.
When they arrived at the dorm, Gilbert unlocked the door and went inside while Arthur handed Feliks his key. He ordered the two lackeys to take the luggage inside before explaining the last few things about the school to Feliks. "…So you should be getting a flyer tomorrow that will list the things that you might have forgotten to bring, but can buy. Any questions?"
"Yea, can I like, switch dorms?"
"Not unless there is a good reason," was Arthur's answer without hesitation. Feliks gave him a blank stare. "I'm afraid disliking your roommate is not a reason. You are only required to be in dorm after curfew and you don't have to speak with him or look at him if you face the other direction."
Feliks continued staring at him.
"That is my final answer," Arthur said as his lackeys exited and followed him down the hall back to their own dorms.
Upon entering the room, Feliks heard the bathroom door close and the shower turned on a few minutes later. He glared at the door. How long was that oaf going to take in there? He needed a shower too! Mumbling a few Polish curses, Feliks sat down on his bed and began emptying out the contents of his suitcase. By the time Gilbert walked out of the bathroom, Feliks had gone to bed deciding to take a shower in the morning.
Gilbert scowled as he dried his hair with a towel. Feliks had taken out the majority of his clothing and hung them up in the closet, taking up a good ninety percent of the space. Where was Gilbert going to put his clothing now? Geez, what kind of guy needs that much clothing? It's like he's a girl or something, he thought. Glancing over at the blonde's sleeping face, he couldn't help but to think that Feliks looked like a pretty girl. However, the black eye he received told a different story. There was no way a girl could punch that hard, ha! In fact, there was no way Gilbert could be injured by a simple girl, that would make him the laughing stock of the school. No, he shook his head, not again.
As he reached over to turn off the lights, Gilbert threw one last glare at Feliks. School is going to be hell for him tomorrow; Gilbert will make sure of it.
"Hey, can you like, tell me where—"
"No, sorry!" the boy rushed off before Feliks could finish his question. The blonde groaned in frustration. He was just trying to find the bathroom! But every time he approached anyone, they just ran away from him. Yes, he had a band-aid on his nose, but he was certain that he did not look that scary.
It was a few minutes before homeroom and students littered about the hallways. However, as soon as Feliks was within a five meter radius, they hurried down the hall or into a classroom before he could reach them. So I don't look scary, I'm pretty sure I don't smell, what is it, he thought as he stomped down the hallway. Maybe he should just give up on using the bathroom before class started. He had considered going back to the dorm to use the bathroom, but he would be late for class by the time he made it back.
As he turned the corner, he spotted a boy gathering books and binders from his locker. "Hey!" Feliks said and quickly grabbed him by the shoulder so he couldn't run off.
"Ve! Don't hurt me!" he exclaimed as the books and binders went flying into the air and papers fluttered everywhere.
"I'm not going to like, hurt you! Just tell me where the bathroom is!"
"Um, I…um…" the boy mumbled as he struggled to find an excuse to get away.
"I already said I'm not going to hurt you! Like, what is everyone's problem! I totally didn't do anything to them! Why are they like, avoiding me?" Feliks began ranting, this boy probably didn't know anything, but at the moment, he was all Feliks had to let off some steam.
"It's Gilbert!" the boy blurted out and Feliks froze.
"Huh?"
"Anyone who talk to you is g-going to get it from the f-football team," the boy was starting to tear up in Feliks's grasp now that he realized he was in big trouble.
Feliks stayed silent as his grip on the boy's shoulders tightened and he felt his anger level raise past nine thousand. "That asshole! So like, last night's beating wasn't enough? I'm going to totally kill him!"
"I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!"
"What? I'm not going to hurt you. You didn't do anything…you are…?" Feliks asked as he released the boy.
"Feliciano Vargas," the boy mumbled as he gathered his stuff from the ground. Feeling a bit bad for scaring the boy, Feliks knelt down and began helping him gather the papers.
"I won't let Gilbert hurt you," Feliks said firmly as he handed the papers to the Italian.
"He won't hurt me!" Feliciano said brightly, catching Feliks off guard.
"But you just said…"
Feliciano chuckled, "He's scary, but he won't hurt me. Everyone else might not be so lucky though, ve."
"Oh…" Feliks frowned in confusion. He supposed Feliciano must know Gilbert well to be making such a claim.
"You're a good person, Feliks! And very pretty too! Let's be friends!"
"R-Really? Thank you," Feliks mumbled, feeling his cheeks turn red. Gosh, where is Toris? He like, really needed someone to hide behind! "So, uh, which way is the bathroom?"
"It's on the East hall, but you don't want to go to the one on this floor."
"Why not?"
"It's haunted."
By the time lunch rolled around, Feliks was already exhausted. It wasn't the classes, they were simple enough today. All they had to do was go over class syllabuses and sign contracts. Only two teachers gave him meaningful homework so far. The reason for his exhaustion was that Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio alternated in sharing classes with him. The rest of the students left him alone and didn't talk with him, but these three would throw spitballs and paper airplanes at him. One class he shared with just Antonio, he waited until the teacher was in the middle of turning to face them to toss a note on to Feliks's desk.
While the note was just a blank piece of paper, Feliks had to sit through a lecture by the teacher while Antonio hid his snickering from beside him. That asshole, did he really choose to sit next to Feliks to make his year miserable? Feliks hated this school. The only one tolerable was Feliciano and he didn't share any classes with the boy so far.
In the lunchroom, Feliks sat by himself at a table in the corner of the cafeteria. It really was too much for him to hope for Feliciano to find and join him. Finishing the last of his lunch, Feliks got up to toss everything into the trash can. As he turned to return to his table, he saw Feliciano sitting with…Gilbert and his buddies. Feliks nearly let out a low growl. In the end, Gilbert had a lot of friends and he had one.
Feliks watched as Gilbert attempted to put his arm around the Italian only for him to move away and latch on to a muscular blonde's shoulder, giggling. Oh, Feliks realized, so that's why Gilbert would never hurt Feliciano. He smirked, now he had an advantage over his enemy. It was slight, but it was a start.
The bell rang and Feliks was still shoving his math books into his backpack. His teacher wasn't done talking with him either. "Please, Miss! I'm totally going to be late for my next class!" It would take another five minutes before she finished her lecture. It was no easy matter for Feliks to bite back every witty comment he wanted to say to her.
In the changing room two floors below and three hallways away, the boys in his next class was in the middle of changing. The changing room was crowded and it often got very hectic in there. Every once in a while, someone would get into major trouble because of some sexual assault joke, but thankfully, no one lost their virginity in there, yet.
Exiting the classroom, Feliks ran as fast as he could down the four flights of stairs and three hallways to the South Hall, but it was no use.
As Feliks ran through the first hallway, the boys had finished changing and were inside the gym stretching for a game of volleyball.
When Feliks burst through the door panting, Lovino was getting ready to spike the ball. The door slammed into Lovino and the ball hit the floor.
"And one point for Team Awesome~" Gilbert snickered as he gave Alfred a high five. Lovino glared at them. Ignoring whatever issues the three of them had, Feliks hurried to explain to the gym teacher why he was late.
"I'm like, so sorry I'm late, but I had to talk with my math teacher because she made a mistake on a question and she didn't believe me."
The gym teacher looked up from her clipboard, "Late pass?"
"Uh, I don't have one."
"Why didn't you ask your math teacher for one?"
"Uh, well, I…she was bitching at me so—"
"Watch your language," she snapped at him before pointing at the locker room, "Hurry and go change! You're getting a minus for today for being tardy and disrespectful."
"But it's like, the first day of school!"
"Go change before I give you a second minus for the day!"
Biting back any more comments, Feliks stomped his way to the locker room while Gilbert and his team snickered.
Moments after Feliks left to change, Feliciano began to grow worried. He felt like he should apologize to his new friend about Gilbert's behavior. "Miss!" Feliciano called to get the teacher's attention. His lack of attention to the game gave Lovino's team their first point, but Gilbert forbid anyone from making complaints.
"What is it Feliciano?"
"I'm thirsty, can I go to the locker room to get my water bottle?"
"Go ahead, everyone else get back into the game. One to Three, Team Tomato gets the ball!"
"Vee…" Feliciano whispered as he walked through the rows of lockers. Somewhere deep inside, he heard the clinging of metal and he assumed that's where Feliks would be. "Feliks? Where are you?"
There was no answer so the Italian simply followed the sounds until he saw the tips of blonde hair disappearing behind one row. "Feliks!"
"What—?" there was a loud bang and a slight shriek as Feliks let out a hiss of pain.
"F-Feliks! Are you ok?" Feliciano exclaimed as he rushed around the lockers to where Feliks was. The blonde was sitting on the bench rubbing his head, "I hit my head."
As Feliks nursed his forehead, he failed to notice Feliciano staring at him. As he stared at the bandages wrapped heavily around the blonde's chest, he backed away slowly until he hit another row of lockers. Feliks looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I-I'm… I'm so sorry, I didn't realize! Ve! Sorry!" he yelled before running out of the locker room.
"Wait, what? What are you like, sorry for? Feliciano?" Feliks got up and looked past the row to see the brunette zigzag away, "Hey? Like, get back here?" He heard the door slam and he decided that he will ask the Italian about it when he finished changing and went outside. His main focus now should be how to not hurt himself anymore within this month.
Outside in the gym, Feliciano hurried to the teacher again, "Miss, Miss! I need to use the bathroom, please!"
"You just drank water?"
"Si, but I need to go now!"
"Alright, alright, take the pass," the teacher instructed.
"Grazie!" Feliciano quickly exclaimed before running for the pass hanging by the door and rushing out.
As a member of the student council, Arthur Kirkland was permitted to skip three classes a week to work on president related business. The only requirement was that it wasn't the same class three days in a row. Despite the fact that he should really be working, Arthur found that most of the time, he would finish within ten to fifteen minutes of the period and spend the rest of the time sipping tea.
Today he had chosen to skip English class (he didn't understand why such a class was required for someone from England) and didn't feel the need to return to class. Besides, the student council room was one of the best rooms in the school. They had AC, the newest desks and computers, the best chairs…it was the best equipment the school had to offer!
As Arthur leaned back in his chair, he went over the list of things he had done to make sure he really had no work today, all the students have arrived, check. Luggage was brought to each of the room. Any complaints will be reported today (no reports as of yet) and lunch forms have been given out to be returned tomorrow. I think that's it—
Arthur's thoughts were interrupted as the door to the room was slammed open. "Kirkland, Kirkland!" Feliciano yelled as he barreled himself up to the Brit's desk causing said Brit to lean back and scoot his chair back in surprise.
"W-What is it, Vargas?" Arthur asked as he recomposed himself, "And…move back a little, please? I quite like my personal space."
"We have a big problem—"
"Did your brother try to sell those brownies again? I can't cover him for another time," Arthur said as he took a gulp of his tea. Last year they had found some less than healthy brownies in Lovino's locker and under the promise that Lovino had no idea how those got in there, Arthur would lie and keep everything quiet. It might not have been the best move to make as a president since there was always the danger of someone messing up and the school authorities finding out, but Lovino was a…friend. (A slight hesitation as he was sure most friends do not curse at each other the way that boy does.)
"No, no, Lovino never tried to sell those brownies anyways!" Feliciano protested, but reminded himself of why he was here during gym. "Feliks is a girl!"
Feliciano quickly ducked to avoid the onslaught of tea and spit that came his way. "Ve…That wasn't very professional, Kirkland," he mumbled as he peeked over the desk.
"S-Shut your trap!" Arthur hissed as he wiped the tea from his mouth none too elegantly. His days as an elementary school delinquent still had some influence on him. The tea that he had spit out had gotten all over his calendar and he will have to get a new one now. What a waste of money, he thought before bringing his mind back to what Feliciano had just said. "What did you say?"
"Feliks is a girl."
"What?"
"Feliks Lukasiewicz, the new kid, is a girl," he repeated in detail.
"I know what you said and who you are referring to. What I'd like to know is what kind of prank you're trying to pull!"
"Ve! I'm telling the truth! I saw her in the locker room!"
If Arthur had another cup of tea, he would've dropped it, too, "You saw her naked?"
Feliciano was silent for a moment, "…Not as naked as the sex scenes in movies, but almost."
"Meaning?"
"She had her underwear on and bandages on her chest. I guess that's how she's hiding her boobs, ve."
Arthur squeezed his eyes shut in hopes of getting rid of the coming headache before it settled itself in his skull, "Bloody hell. Is it popular for girls to cross dress to get in nowadays? Didn't we have a case of this just last year?"
Feliciano nodded.
"Her name was…Daniel?"
"Elizabeta," he answered, "She was staying with Gilbert last year, too."
"Bloody hell! I can't have that git staying in the same room as her!" Arthur exclaimed, getting up from his chair, "Looks like Feliks got his-er, her—reason for getting a new roommate."
"Where are you going?" Feliciano asked as Arthur walked out the door.
"To find her, of course. And you're coming with me, Vargas!"
The ball hit the ground and the gym teacher blew the whistle. "One point for Team Two! Team Two is leading by seven points in a score of ten to three," she announced. On the other side of the net, Gilbert's team snickered and gave each other high fives. "Everyone can take a five minute break."
Gilbert's team, Team Awesome, huddled together with lots of grins and smiles while Feliks' team, Team Tomato only sat on the bleachers in gloom. Feliks had just taken a seat on the far end of the bleachers from everyone else when Lovino walked up to him.
"Hey, loser! How about next time instead of thinking you're some goddamn hero, you can work with the rest of the team?"
"What?" Feliks glared up at his volleyball team captain, "Your so call team don't even have the guts to reach out and hit the ball! You try to duck and hide your head each time it comes to you!"
Lovino's face turned red and his mind went blank with anger and embarrassment, "C-Chigi!" The gym teacher blew the whistle to resume the game and Lovino snapped out of his moment of absentmindedness, "Look, if you cause us to lose this game because you can't cooperate, I'll sic my gang on you!"
"...Your gang?" Feliks highly doubted that such a cowardly boy could possibly have a gang behind his back. Even if he did, Feliks suspected that he must be someone left to do grunt work. Either way, no one at the top of the food chain.
Feliks stretched once before walking back to position by the net. Looking across the net, he caught Gilbert's eye and sent a malicious glare at him. The teacher blew the whistle again and tossed the ball in the air.
"Lukasiewicz!" the door was suddenly slammed open and a panting Arthur and Feliciano stumbled into the room. Everyone in the room looked at the council president and the volleyball dropped to the floor without anyone's notice. "Excuse me, Madame, but I need to borrow Mr. Lukasiewicz."
There was a chuckle in the crowd and Alfred's voice was heard plain as day in the silence, "I can't believe he just called her Madame, is that what all the people do in England?"
"Shut your trap," Arthur replied, shooting a glare at the American. Alfred looked shocked that Arthur heard him. Whether or not he was faking it, Feliks couldn't tell.
"The class is almost over, you can take him-"
"Why?" Feliks demanded, "I haven't done anything wrong!"
"Uh...well," Arthur tried to think of a way to word everything inconspicuously, but failed miserably, "Just...please, we have something to discuss. Um...about that room change, actually!"
Feliks face brightened up, this had to be the first good thing to happen today! "Really? That's great, I'll go change and come right back out!" he said as he ran into the connecting changing room.
"Mr. Lukasiewicz!" the gym teacher yelled with a scolding tone before turning back to Arthur and Feliciano, "Mr. Vargas, I thought you had gone to the bathroom?"
Feliciano flinched and began shaking, trying to think of a good excuse before Arthur stepped in front of him, "I had some business to discuss with him as well and saw him in the hallway. I apologize for keeping him from your class."
The gym teacher furrowed her eyebrows, but nodded, agreeing to let Feliciano go as well.
Feliciano walked into the changing room cautiously, not wanting to accidentally see Feliks half naked. He may be a growing young boy, but he knew there were some boundaries he can't cross! Not at this age, anyways.
Luckily, he had put his clothes in a different row of lockers than Feliks so he just had to make sure that Feliks didn't pop out of his row to talk with him. He could hear the rustle of Feliks changing from three rows behind and while Feliciano finished changing faster, he waited until Feliks was done before walking out of the room with him.
Outside, Arthur was waiting for them. He quickly walked them to the student council room. Feliks found it odd that neither of them said a word the entire time. Arthur appeared to be deep in thought and Feliciano had his hands in his pocket and a nervous look on his face the entire time.
Once inside the student council room, Arthur locked the doors before sitting at his desk in front of Feliks. "Geez, what's with like, the solemn attitude? Getting a room change away from Gilbert is totally the best thing ever!" Feliks said as he leaned back against his chair, "Wow, these are really great chairs, can I get one for my new room?"
"No," Arthur mumbled as he rubbed his forehead. This was causing a second headache for him. What was he going to do now? The right thing to do, of course, is to let the headmaster know and probably transfer him-her out of the school. "Lukasiewicz, why did you want to come to this school?"
"...Huh?" Feliks didn't expect this question. Did he have to fill out a questionnaire for a change of rooms? Well, he really didn't want to go to this school, but if a good response is what will get him away from Gilbert... "Because I visited here and totally fell in love with the campus, the structure, the everything! The education here is like, the best in the whole country, nothing can compete so I had to get in here! I really wanted to meet new people here and make new friends, I like, wanted a new life!" Feliks said with a passionate and determined look on his face.
Arthur and Feliciano both looked at the Pole in surprise. Arthur knew he-she must've really wanted to get into the school since he-she cross-dressed to get in here, but to that extent...he-she must really like it here. "Alright," Arthur said, slamming his hand on the desk and standing up in declaration, "I, Arthur Kirkland, will do my best to aid you in staying in this school!"
"...Wait, staying in this school? Am I like, being kicked out?!"
"Well, in an all boys school, being a girl is grounds for being expelled."
Aha, how many people thought this was abandoned and I would never return to my account again? Well, truth be told, it just about was... I had my laptop break over the summer, but all the data was saved. My mom suggested that I don't bring the new hard drive with me to college due to the possibility of it getting lost. So by some sort of luck, I was checking some of the old stuff I had stored in here today and voila! An eighty-percent done chapter three for this fanfic. Heck, I'm not even sure at the time I wrote that eighty-percent or if it was meant to be a lot longer... Sad to say, but I'm falling out of Hetalia and I haven't caught up with a lot of things, like all of those new characters. I don't know how often I will update this story, but I would really like to finish it someday.