It's Monday today. And Alice woke up with an awful headache.

"Ugh, My head hurts like hell," she groaned and sat up in bed. She glanced at the clock; 6:46.

Feeling a bit dizzy, she stood up and went to bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, which felt unusually warm. It felt good to splash some ice-cold water on it.

She took a look at the wound on her stomach, which was healing very quickly. It didn't really hurt anymore. The girl bandaged her chest, changed into her school uniform, and put her wig on. Feeling the warm heat on her face again, she splashed some more water onto it.

"Mmmnh, Alice?" she heard Alfred say from his bed. The girl walked out of the bathroom and sat down on her bed. "Yes?" she replied and wiped her face with a towel. She smiled when Alfred sat up and rubbed hir eyes with a yawn.

"Morning," he yawned. "Hey, how do you always manage to wake up so early?" he asked, still a bit drowsy, and grabbed his glasses.

"Well, someone has to wake you up," Alice chuckled and noticed something.

"You have an eyelash under your eye. Here, I'll help you," she walked over to the still half-asleep boy and sat down on his bed, trying to pick away the eyelash. She suddenly got very aware of the rather tiny distance between their faces.

"Thanks buddy," he yawned. "Hm? Your face is all warm. Do you have a fever?" Alfred asked and put his hand on the blushing girl's forehead.

"Uhm. No, I don't think so," she stuttered and stood up. "Anyways, you better go change to your uniform. I want to go have breakfast."

"M'kay. Just give me a few minutes," the American mumbled before he got off bed and dragged himself into the bathroom.

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Alfred and Alice were just about to head to the cafeteria for breakfast. Suddenly a girl from their class popped up in front of them. Alice saw that another girl was in a corner, watching the three of them with a creepy smile.

"Uh... Wazzup?" Alfred asked, a bit surprised.

"H-Hello...M-my name is Angelica a-and," the shortest girl stuttered with a blush covering her face. "A-and," she said and went quiet again.

Alfred and Alice just stared at her, patiently waiting for her to continue.

The girl, Angelica, had long, wavy brown hair tied up in a fashionable bun. She wore a lot of make-up. She had ridiculously long false eyelashes, and her fake-nails were decorated with cupcakes and flowers.

The girl in the corner was a bit taller than Angelica. Her platina-blond hair was damaged, probably by a hair-straightener, and her skirt was... very short. She had a lot of brown foundation splatted on her face, but you could still see some pimples. Her lips were the same colour as her skin. She looked... wierd.

Alice knew these girls. She was in the same class as them last year, in another school. Alice never really talked to them, though. The girls in her class were mostly just annoying.

"I... I like you!" the girl suddenly bursted. She pushed a heartshaped letter onto Alfred's chest and ran away to the other girl and squeeled. Then the two of them ran away, leaving Alice and Alfred standing there dumbfounded.

"O-okay," Alfred stuttered with a slight blush in his cheeks. "H-haha... That hasn't been happening for a while," he muttered and stared at the pink piece of paper.

"What? You were popular in your previous school?" Alice teased with her british accent. Guy voice, of course. There was that headache again...

"Well... Yeah. I pretty much got bombed with these every month," Alfred replied with a sigh. He shoved the letter into his pocket and started to walk towards the cafeteria. "Hey, you comin'?" he turned around and waited for Alice to catch up.

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The morning went pretty...strange. At least 10 girls were crowded around Alfred and Alice the whole time. They kept asking Alfred things such as 'what's your type?' or 'do you have a girlfriend?'.

Alice got pretty irritated, as more and more girls joined the loud crowd around them. And the fact that she was feeling very warm and dizzy didn't help her temper either.

Alfred had an uncomfortable look on his face. He answered their questions, got letters stuffed inside his pockets, but he didn't really seem to like all the attention. The crowd got louder as he announced; 'Uh, I haven't got a girlfriend yet.'

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Alice and Alfred went back to their room to get their stuff and bags, and the girls somehow vanished on their way there.

The emerald-eyed girl looked at Alfred. "Al, I didn't know you were that popular. You said something like this happened in your previous school?" she asked as the door unlocked and the two of them stepped inside the room.

"...Yeah. I dunno why though. I just wish they'd leave me alone," the american said with a light sigh and put his bag down onto the wooden floor. "It's not like I'm interested in them anyways," he mumbled and sat down on his bed.

Alice's heart suddenly felt lighter when she heard that sentence. She then mentally slapped herself for it. That's not something to feel happy about. In fact, it's actually not even got anything to do with her! Ignoring the gigglish feeling in her stomach, she picked up her bag and stepped out of the room, waiting for Alfred to put away all the letters inside his pockets.

The two of them were just about to go to their first period class when the crowd re-gained itself again, this time even louder. Alice hated it. Her head felt heavy, and it kept pounding. All she wanted to do was to lay down on a bed in a quiet room and sleep.

Alice's aura started to turn suffocating and murderous. If you got too close, you could actually feel the ice-cold whisper of curses brushing against your skin. The irritating girls slowly started to quiet down and dissolve. In the end, all the girls had walked away, still feeling the creepy breeze haunt them.

"Hey, you okay?" Alfred asked as he noticed Alice had a very pissed off-grimace.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go to class already," she muttered and rubbed her temples.

A few more classes passed, and they are now inside the cafeteria for lunch.

When they sat down with their trays of food, another girl popped up. Alice's aura darkened at once. This time it was a petite, short-haired blond girl. She was holding something that looked like a jar of cookies. The jar was decorated with hearts and other girly stuff.

"H-hi. Can I talk to Arthur?" the girl smiled. Alice's dark aura disappeared. The petite girl had a blush on her face and was fidgeting. "...are you alright?" she asked and looked at Alfred, who was almost choking on his sandwich. He managed to swallow the food just in time and nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," he coughed and glanced at Alice, who had gone stiff and was now staring, with a dropped jaw, at the smaller girl standing in front her. Alfred cleared his throat and lightly bumped her arm with his elbow.

Alice fliched and swallowed. "Uhm, yes. Can I ask you what it is about?" she said and put her sandwich down on the white tray. She then saw another group of girls, standing in the hallway, whispering and squeeling. They seemed to observe the petite girl, who was blushing madly.

Alice's head felt like it was about to explode. She felt dizzy, and she nearly couldn't hear the petite girl's words over the pounding in her head.

"Uh, I- I would like it if it was over there," the shorter girl stuttered quietly and pointed at a table, a bit further away. Alice took a deep breath, nodded, and stood up. "Well then. Shall we get going?" she said, as usual, with her british accent.

The petite girl blushed and followed Alice. Or in this case; Arthur.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Alice asked politely as she sat down, ignoring the annoying headache. She could hear the crowd of girls in the hallway squeel "Oh my god! She's gonna do it!" and "Go for it, girl!"

The little girl sat down with a red blush covering her face and swallowed before she started to talk.

"Uhm. M-my name i-is Isabella a-and I-I-I..." Alice saw she was blushing and blushing and blushing. "..would you please accept these cookies and my feelings?" the girl said, a bit too loudly. The whole cafeteria were now listening to their conversation, including Alfred.

Alice, knowing this was coming, smiled and looked at Isabella. The two of them were now quiet and looked at each other.

"I'm really glad you have these kind of feelings for me," Alice started. She then shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I can't accept your cookies or your feelings. Thank you for taking your time, though," Alice smiled and gave the girl a small kiss on her forehead. "Choose your love carefully next time, okay?" she said and walked away from the shorter girl, who was now crying. Isabella quietly stood up and left the cafeteria, leaving the cookies on the table.

When Alice sat down again, the cafeteria had gone back to normal. A few people still gave Alice looks when they walked past her. She sighed and went back to her sandwich. Alfred was already finished.

"...okay," he said and looked at Alice. "Bet that was a first time a girl confessed to you, huh?" he chuckled. Alice stopped eating and glared at Alfred. "Fuck you," she said and hit his arm. "And yes, it was. I was a girl in my previous school, remember?" Alice said and took a sip from the glass of water. Her head felt just a bit better when she drank the water, but only a bit. The headache was still there.

Alfred was quiet for a moment. Then a thought hit him.

"Did you get any confessions from ... guys?" he asked with a low voice and looked away. Alice watched as Alfred's ears got redder (she couldn't see his face). She looked at him, wondering why he would care.

"Yeah, actually. I got a lot of mails, letters, and even flowers." she replied and took a bite from the almost finished sandwich.

Alfred flinched at her reply. Alice were that popular? Alfred didn't really like the fact that other guys have had feelings for her.

...wait, it's actually none of his business. He shouldn't be so protective of her. He's just her friend! But it was something that kept bugging him. What if... she actually got into a relationship with anyone? What if she's in a relationship right now? Alfred never thought of it. She never told him, either. He took a deep breath and tried to cool down his red cheeks burning on his face.

"...d-did you... accept anyone's feelings...?" Alfred mumbled, still looking away. He couldn't believe it. How can he ask such stupid a question? And why should he even care! It's got nothing to do with him! But the feeling in didn't go away. A part of him just wanted to drop the conversation and walk away, but the other part wanted to know.

"Hm? Sorry, I didn't quite catch what you said," she said and kept chewing on her sandwich, totally oblivious to the other boy's flustered face. Alfred was quiet for a long moment. The girl stopped eating and looked at the American after a while. Why wasn't Alfred talking? His usually, slightly, obnoxious attitude was totally gone. Alice felt something was off. "Alfred? What's wrong?" she asked poked him on his shoulder. He suddenly flinched.

"N-n-nothing. I-I'm just gonna... Uhhh... I'll meet you at the room, 'kay?" he stuttered and quickly walked away, making sure they didn't make any eye-contact. Alice just stared at Alfred's back with a frown as he stumbled out of the cafeteria.

What's up with him? Did she say something wierd? Alice, still frowning, ate the last bit of the sandwich and thought about the confession from the girl she just recieved.

Why are all the girls confessing of all sudden? Alice could see why Alfred was so popular, and for some reason, she didn't like it. It's as if she was jealous. No, that can't be it. They're just friends! Nothing to worry about. It's probably just the headache making her think wierd.

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Alfred hurried back to the room and locked the door. His blush was slightly fading. The power-walk through the hallway had cooled him down a bit. He sat down and searched inside his pockets for the photo. 'Wierd', he thought when he didn't find it. He was sure he had put it inside that pocket. He panickly ran through his other pocket. Not there either.

Sweat ran down his face as he literally bent everything upside down during his search. His bed, his desk, the bathroom, shelves, and the floor. Nothing.

Alfred froze when he realized he had lost the photo. It was proably in the hallway right now, begging for someone to pick it up. The tall boy cursed and flung the door open to make a run for the hallway, but instead, he bumped right into Alice. The girl flew back, taken by the sudden force.

"Fucking ow!" Alice hissed as she sat up on the ground. She rubbed her nose, which was a bit red from colliding into Alfred's chest. "Why're you in such a hurry, you twat!"

Before Alice could say anything else, Alfred just said a quick "sorry" and ran towards the hallway where he might have dropped the photo. The girl was still on the ground with confused eyes, the pain in her head now even sharper.

In the end, she stood up and walked into their room. Her eyes widened even more as she saw the mess Alfred had left in there. His bed was a total disaster. The sheets, pillow, and blanket was all over the place. Colourful pencils were lying everywhere.

"What the fuck happened?" Alice said for herself as she started to pick up the sheets. Did Alfred have some kind of a tantrum? Alice wasn't really sure. She thought about going after the boy, but then the headache prevented it from happening. The girl kept cleaning the room for a bit, but in the end, she gave up. She didn't really hate cleaning, but she never had the patience. It made her calm, though.

Alice went inside the bathroom and took a look in the mirror. She had a strong blush on her face, and her feet felt light. The pounding in her head was still there. She looked for some aspirin, but didn't find any.

Damn. Alice should've bought it with her. She kept massaging her temples and drank some more water. It worked, and she felt just a bit better.

The wig was a bit loose, so she had to fix it. She glanced at the clock and picked up her bag. The class was about to start in 20 minutes, and Alfred wasn't back yet. Alice grabbed his bag with her, just in case. She took a last glance at the slightly less messier room, before she closed the door and locked it with a satisfying 'click'.

The hallway Alice was walking through was empty, except she saw a tall, familiar figure looking around as if he was searhing for something.

"Alfred?" Alice shouted a bit from the other side of the hallway, making the figure flinch in surprise.

"O-oh, Artie!" the American started to walk closer. "Dude, don't scare me like that! I thought you were a ghost or something," he said with a grin as he walked.

"Here is your bag. You're very lucky I brought it with me, you little twat," the girl -disguised as a boy- said and stretched out her arm to give Alfred his bag. He took it with a "thanks".

"You seemed to search for something. What was it?" Alice asked as they started to walk towards the classroom they were going to have physics class in. "Oh, and why the hell did you leave the room in such a bloody mess? It took about forever to tidy up nearly half of it," she added before Alfred could reply to her first question.

"The room got a bit, uh, messy, 'cause," he started. "I was searching for... a pen! Yeah, a pen," Alfred lied. Of course it wasn't a pen, it was the photo of the two of them sleeping in each others arms. But Alice would be better off without knowing the truth. "It's my favourite pen," he quickly added. The girl just raised an eyebrow and kept walking.

"Yes, of course," she said with an obvious hint of sarcasm. "Oh, and I am not going to tidy up the room. You'll have to do it yourself," Alice said and went inside the classroom. They sat in the back of the room, right next each other. Alfred plopped down on his chair and placed his bag on the bench, taking out his physics book and pencils. Alice did the same, expect she did it a bit more carefully; unlike Alfred who just ripped the bag open and threw all the things down with a loud 'smack'.

The crowd of loud, squeeling girls had been out of sight. Alice thought it was a bit strange. They were all over them just a few hours ago. She was glad, though. She didn't like it when all the girls were so obsessed with Alfred. Alice girl mentally slapped herself again and quickly thought about something else.

She was just about to ask Alfred if he had done the homework, but was interupted by the teacher who walked in and placed her books on her desk. The classroom went quiet and waited for the teacher to talk.

"Good afternoon, dear students," the teacher said looked up from her books. "Today we'll talk about..."

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"Alfred, you got any aspirin?" Alice asked when the class ended. The headache was becoming unbearable. Trying to keep herself from fainting, the girl slowly stood up and leaned lightly on Alfred as the two of them walked to their room.

"Uh, I think so. You got a fever?" the American asked and put his hand on Alice's burning forehead. "Woah! You're burning up!" he exclaimed and stopped walking.

"..huh? Why did you stop walking?" Alice asked, unaware of what Alfred was just about to do.

"Ready, one, two," he said, and Alice could feel Alfred's arms on her back and on the back of her legs.

"Wha-"

"Three!" Alfred beamed and carried Alice, in bridal style. The other students in the hallway glanced curiously over their shoulders to take a look at the two goofballs.

"Alfred! Let go of me, you bloody wanker!" Alice hissed and tried to struggle, but was weakened by the headache. The more she moved around, the heavier her head got. Alfred, strong as he was, just kept walking towards the room with an ear-to-ear grin.

"People are going to think you're gay if you keep holding me like this," Alice mumbled and covered her face with her hand to hide the blush on her cheeks.

"Nah, you're actually a girl, so it dosen't really count. Right, Arthur?" he chuckled when Alice was about to talk back, but kept her mouth shut.

Some students even took some photos of the two of them, and Alfred just grinned. Alice, on the other hand, just buried her face into Alfred's cardigan in embarassment. But, some people just had to misunderstand that action and thought she was kissing Alfred's chest. They snickered and snapped some more photos.

"We're here," Alfred said, and somehow unlocked the door, still holding Alice. He put her down on her bed, which was the only thing that wasn't messy in the room. The larger boy tucked her in and went to get some aspirin and water. Alice just shut her eyes and rested.

"Here ya go," he said and held out a glass of water and the aspirin tablets. He helped Alice up and she took the tablets and swallowed them with water. Alfred helped her back down and went to refill the water. He was just about to stand up, but something tugged on his cardigan. He turned around, just to find Alice, asleep, lightly holding his cardigan

"...don't go.." she mumbled before she let go of the knitted material.

Alfred felt a light blush on his cheeks as he sat down and watched the girl sleep. He then took her wig off and placed it on the nightstand. Yup, long hair suits Alice better.

Before he knew it, he was playing with her hair. It sure was soft, and it was smelled really nice, too. Alfred really liked the scent. She looked so adorable. And that blush on her face made her even cuter.

What the hell was he thinking? He can't just go sniff peoples hair like that! But there was something about her that made him want to hug her... Uh, no, scratch that. That'd be totally wierd. He's just a friend. A friendly friend. Nothing between them. Nope, absolutely nothing.

"...Al? Still there..?" Alice suddenly mumbled and sat up. She was obviously still half asleep.

"Y-yeah. Uh, I took off the wig for ya," Alfred stuttered and pointed at the wig on the night stand. Alice didn't even glance at it. She suddenly grabbed Alfred, who was still sitting on her bed, and dragged him down with her.

"Wha-! Wh- wh- what are you doing!" The larger boy blushed madly, but didn't move away.

"Mmnh, but I'm cold," Alice whined and snuggled into Alfred's chest. She then took a deep breath and sighed happily. "Al, you smell like tea... It's such a nice scent," she smiled and took another sniff at his cardigan.

Alfred, not really sure of what to do, just decided to lay there until Alice fell asleep. He stroke her hair as he watched the shorter girl slowly fall asleep.

"Alice?" he finally asked. She didn't answer. Instead, she was breathing heavily and her eyes were shut. She looked like such an angel. He hesistated for a bit, but then he leaned forwards and kissed the girl on her forehead.

Blushing madly, Alfred somehow untangled himself from Alice's embrace and glanced at the clock. They didn't have any classes anymore today, and it was almost time for dinner. He went and refilled a big glass with some ice-cold water before he grabbed his bomber-jacket and went outside to go fetch some some canned chicken-soup.

It had gotten dark outside. Of course, at this season, it gets dark pretty early. The air was chilly, and Alfred's fingertips were like icicles. He kept breathing into them to melt them a bit, but it didn't really work. He kept his hands inside the pockets of his brown, warm bomber jacket.

The supermarket wasn't that crowded. Just a few people, actually. As he looked for the canned soup, a few girls popped up.

"Uh, excuse me," Alfred said, and tried to move past them. They didn't move, though. A short girl with jet-black long hair stepped forwards and smiled. She then held out a photo.

"Alfred F. Jones, 18 years old, The International College, single," a girl from the group stated with a bright smile. "But you don't really seem single when you sleep in the same bed with a girl?" The girl suddenly had a creepy smile on her face.

Any sort of colour drained from Alfred's face. He stared at the photo, which was exactly the photo he had dropped.

"Where'd you get that-" he started, but was interupted.

"Hmm? I haven't seen this girl around," another girl said and looked at the photo. "Oh, and she sure is cute," she added.

"Well, uh, can I have my photo back?" Alfred asked, knowing he wasn't getting out of this easily.

"Nope. Oh, the other girls at the school are gonna freak out if they see this. So tell us, who is this girl?" the short, dark-haired girl said.

"Why would you want to know that?"

"Tell me, or this photo is leaking out on the school's homepage."

Alfred was quiet for a moment. Was this one of the girls who had a crush on him or something? Anyways, Alice would definetly kill him if the whole school knew about that photo.

"Uhm. She's... Arthur's sister," he lied. "Can I have my photo back?" he asked as he reached for the photo.

"No," The girl simply replied and tucked the photo away. "If you want the photo back, you'll... tell us where this person lives." she stated with a smirk.

"What? I can't just go tell you peoples adresses like that! I don't even know you!" the American argued. "Just give me the goddamn photo already!"

"Fine, then," the smirked and held out the photo. Alfred snatched it away the fastest he could and ran out of the shop, blushing ever so slightly.

Girls are so scary; especially when they are in love. Never mess with them. Ever.

Alfred went to a different supermarket this time. He bought the soup, and went straight to the dorms.

"I'm back," he whispered as he closed the door behind him. He walked over to the still asleep girl and placed his hand on her forehead to check if she was any better. She was, but just a bit. He then saw the big glass was empty. Alice probably woke up and drank it. Alfred went and refilled it, again, and sat down on his own bed.

He wondered what he should do, and then figured he could clean the mess in the room up. The pencils were still lying everywhere, and the bathroom was a mess.

"Huh. I better start cleaning this mess up," he sighed and went to pick up the pencils on the floor.

A/N: Fanfiction . net wasn't mailing me about the reviews, so I thought people had stopped reading the fanfic. Uh, writers block.

Oh, and the random-ness of the fangirls and uhh, I just felt like I hadn't written about Alice and Alfred's school-life. I feel like I've only written rubbish. A lot. Of. Rubbish. Seriously.

School is starting next week, so I'll most likely update very randomly. I only write for fun, and not because I'm forced to. :) I hope you'll understand ^_^'

Sorry about the OC's... they'll just appear out of nowhere sometimes...

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