Alfred kept quiet for the rest of the period. He'd try to catch Kiku's attention, but it was as if he avoided any eye contact at all. Frowning, Alfred grumbled and slumped on his seat. It was either Kiku was partially immune to all sound but the teacher's voice, or he was used to the annoying tactics that the American pulled. Either way, Alfred didn't get the attention he wanted.

"Shut up, Beilschmidt." Alfred groaned as he threw his spare pencil at him, who was giggling as if there was something entertaining in front of him.

"Are you trying to get the guy to look at you?" he whispered, loud enough so only both of them could hear. "You ain't doing any good. He seems to be so in love with whatever Kirkland's saying."

"Shut up." Alfred repeated quietly. "I'm not hitting on him or anything. I just need to ask him about what Arthur's talking about." When Gilbert snickered, Alfred shot him his best glare. "Besides, I don't see you having a take at a relationship."

Gilbert snorted. "As if the awesome me needs to look for it. I already got one." When Alfred stared, he just smirked. "But are you trying to hook up with that kid? He's around half your size."

"No I'm not!" Alfred huffed. It was then he felt something hard sharply hitting him on the head. He blinked then looked down to see it was…

…chalk?

"Jones," Arthur said quietly. "If you will keep talking, I will personally tell your mother about this."

The class snickered as Alfred shrank in his place. Alfred didn't want to admit it, but he was dead scared of his mother. It wasn't like she wasn't nice, she was really sweet. But Alfred knew how he barely missed as his mother suddenly threw a butter knife at his head. It wasn't that dangerous, but it was still a knife.

"Y-Yes Arthur." Alfred mumbled as he looked away. Arthur frowned and went back to his lecture.

"You should learn to actually keep your voice down." Gilbert rolled his eyes before scribbling a few notes that were written on the board. Alfred couldn't hide the growing blush as he realized that if Arthur could hear what they were talking about, it was pretty impossible for Kiku to ignore. He glanced at the Japanese boy anxiously, hoping that Kiku actually tuned out what they said. To his horror and confusion, Kiku was staring at him, but instead of surprise or disgust, he had a small smile on his face. Before Alfred could ask about it, Kiku quietly handed him his notebook, and faced Arthur once more. Surprised at the silent exchange, he opened his notebook to find every page filled with notes in neat, slightly spiky handwriting.

Every single topic and equation Arthur discussed in class up until today was written and explained thoroughly in all pages. There were even topics that Alfred didn't even take up yet. Gilbert and Francis looked over the notes while Alfred just stared at it.

"Is he some sort of genius?" Gilbert said in wonder, while Francis nodded in agreement. "This dude knows more than Kirkland!"

"Well," Alfred grinned. "He lent it to me, so it's time to make good use of it!" With that, he started scribbling furiously everything on his notebook while Arthur droned on.

"Hey Kiku!" Alfred said cheerfully, patting Kiku on the back. "Thanks for lending me your notes! Did you come from an advanced school or something?"

"Not any that I've known," Kiku mumbled, fidgeting in place. "I just took these up in my previous schools."

Alfred frowned at the shyness, but held his arm and dragged him towards a group of students chattering loudly. Oddly enough, Kiku didn't complain, or as much as stutter in protest. He's a weird kid. Alfred thought, before presenting themselves to the group. "Hey guys! We're taking the transfer with us!" he grinned.

"You're taking the new guy with us?" Gilbert smirked before holding out his hand. "Guten Tag! Full name's Gilbert Beillschmidt. Usually I go by 'awesome' but Gilbert's fine."

Kiku took his hand and shook it with a slight bow. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Kiku Honda."

"Mon cher, we know your name," Francis purred while draping his arm over Kiku's shoulders, who shuddered at contact. "But I'm rather interested in knowing who you are inside—"

"Yo Francis," Alfred sighed, pulling Kiku towards him. "Don't get all touchy feeling on his first day."

"You're being clingy to him too." A cheerful guy pointed out, his smile so wide it could've been compared to Alfred's. When both Alfred and Kiku turned red, he laughed and swept his chestnut hair out of his face. "Hola! I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. But everyone says that's long—"laughs, " So it's Antonio for short."

"H-hello, Francis-san, Antonio-san." Kiku said uncertainly. Francis laughed.

"Okay everybody!" Alfred cheered, "Introductions are over! I wanna show Kiku around, starting with the cafeteria—"

"Alfred-kun," Kiku pointed towards a student with blonde hair, just like Alfred's, except longer, and a stubborn strand sticking out. "Who is that…?"

"I can't believe you forgot your own brother, Al." Gilbert snorted before dragging the boy closer. He seemed nervous, and adjusted his glasses frequently. The student whined but Gilbert just sighed and brought him to the group.

"I-It's nice to meet you, Kiku. I'm Matthew. Matthew Williams. Alfred's brother." He said softly, extending his hand. Kiku shook it and gave a tiny smile in return. "It's nice to meet you too, Matthew-san."

"Sorry Matt!" Alfred laughed, pulling his arm and ignored Matthew's squeak. "So now that everybody's introduced, let's go to the cafeteria! I'm starving man, you hungry? I sure am!"

"That is quite disgusting." Francis wrinkled his nose at the sight of the gigantic burger in front of the American. The American in question was chewing it loudly while talking at the same time.

"It's not disgusting!" Alfred laughed after swallowing. "It tastes way better than that escargot you eat. Now that's disgusting."

"You Americans don't have any taste at all!" Francis replied. "At least Europeans have a decent tongue for it."

"For your info, Arthur's taste buds are worse than mine," he pointed out, "And second, you're American too!"

The two began to bicker back and forth about Francis' nationality while Kiku sat there, quietly eating his rice balls, watching the two with a sort of amusement. Matthew, who sat beside him, sighed. "They're always like this, sorry 'bout that." He apologized. "So Kiku, um, so I hear you're from Japan? How long have you been staying in America?"

"For about four years," Kiku replied, "Throughout the years, I've grown accustomed to its...language and food."

Matthew chuckled. "I've noticed. Your English is good, eh. You should hear Alfred; his English is completely American."

"Yeah it is." Gilbert cackled while picking his mashed potatoes. He leaned forward to face the two of them. "At least Mattie here can cook better pancakes."

"That has no nothing to do with my language!" Alfred said indignantly. The whole table laughed and talked on.

Alfred noticed that Kiku slowly got used to the crowd, occasionally slipping a comment into the conversation. He wasn't much of a talker, but he was a good guy to be around. He didn't smile that much either, but you could feel a calming air around him.

"So Kiku," Gilbert yawned, leaning back. "What's up with this 'kun' and 'san' thing? I guess it's a Japanese thing, but what does it mean?"

"Ano…" Kiku paused, but Alfred suddenly burst out, "oh, I know! It's because it's like an honorific ain't it? Like 'san' means Mister, Misses, or Miss, and kun means something like 'close friend' or it's used for school mates, and 'chan' is pretty much the same, except for girls!" He grinned while everyone just stared at him.

"You seem to know an awful lot about it." Francis snorted, before sucking his last snail shell.

Alfred eyed the sight with disgust, before turning to Kiku and the others. "Anyway, so yeah! I actually watch anime and that stuff." He said sheepishly. Matthew giggled, before getting a curious look from the Japanese student.

"Ah yes." Matthew chuckled. "Alfred also collects anime figures. Most of 'em have those big jugs, eh."

Gilbert wolf whistled while Alfred turned crimson and started to glare at his brother. "Thanks, bro."

Matthew grinned. "No problem, bro." With that, he returned to finishing the rest of his pancakes. "Wha—hey Gilbert!" he complained, as Gilbert forked a whole pancake and shoved it in his mouth.

"Good as always, eh." Gilbert smirked while Matthew frowned at his mocking of his speech. He turned back to Kiku, who had a small smile on his face at the sight of two of them. Matthew looked curiously at him before Kiku shook his head slightly and went back to observing everyone.

Alfred, who gave up in an argument with Francis, went back to talking to him. "So as I was saying Kiku," he glared at his brother before smiling again. "Yeah, I watch anime! Do you watch anime? I bet you do! You're Japanese! You should come to my house sometime. We can play videogames and watch!" he laughed, even though the whole table covered their faces with their hands.

"Sorry," Matthew apologized once more. "Sometimes my brother's very oblivious to your culture."

"No, it's fine." Kiku bowed. "It's natural to think like this. It seems to be the culture we're most known for, besides our technology." He turned to Alfred. "Also, it'd be my pleasure to come over. I have a fair share of manga volumes." Alfred's expression thoroughly brightened.

"That's great!" he grinned enthusiastically, "This weekend then? We'll invite everyone over!"

Gilbert and Francis snickered while Antonio just smiled at the whole scene before him. Kiku smiled a bit too. It seemed like everyone else knew something that Alfred didn't.

"What's up?" Alfred huffed. "I'm just asking if you guys are free this weekend."

Everyone exchanged knowing glances at each other. Matthew sighed, "I suppose we're all free, Al."

Francis shook his head. "Desole, mon cher, but I have plans on the weekend." He stole a glance at their homeroom teacher sitting down in a table with the other teachers. Arthur glanced back before quickly looking at his food. Francis smirked and looked back at the original group.

"Nice time bed, mmm?" Antonio smirked as Francis pouted. Alfred laughed.

"Okay guys!" He said, "I'ma show Kiku around, so catch ya guys later!" Shortly after that, he sped off to the school gym with Kiku in tow.

Gilbert whistled.

"Been a while since he was hyped up about someone." He snorted. "I swear, Alfred really doesn't know how to be, uh, what's the word…?"

"Subtle." Antonio added. "And yes, he's almost as clear as how I shower Lovi with my love, and that's really not subtle at all." He giggled after. "Ooh I wonder how Lovi is. I'll go find him now!" and he went to the other table, where a cursing Italian almost punched him in the gut.

"Anyway," Matthew said, "yeah, but I can't tell whether Kiku likes him back…"

"It's their first day," Francis laughed, draping his arm over the blonde. "Give 'em time, mon cher."

"Hey," Gilbert said warningly, brushing Francis' arm off Matthew, "Don't go molesting your cousin there." When Francis raised his eyebrow, he just grinned. "Wouldn't want complications right?" he leered.

Francis shrugged and looked at the spot Alfred and Kiku was a few minutes ago. "Though really, I wonder what's up with him." He mumbled. Before watching Matthew and Gilbert bicker.

A/N

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Hey guys! This isn't as long as last time's, but it's still long…right? /shot;; so anyway, yes, I have spent time on this chapter, though it isn't my best. But yes I wonder who Francis' referring to…ooh mystery…

Okay I'll stop.