The next morning Alfred woke up bright and sunny as ever, with his one hair sticking up high and alert and everything about him saying 'It is great to be alive'.

"Good morni-"

"Shut up!" groaned Yao half asleep.

Alfred had always been the morning riser between the three of them. He just never seemed to be tired. Always energetic, always happy and optiminist. And it was just plain annoying.

"All I was saying was good mor-"

"I swear to the god of vodka if you do not shut that loud mouth of yours, I will cut out your tongue and bake it into a peirogi".

"Geeze, fine. I can take a hin-" Alfred was once again cut off with a pillow being thrown at his head.

"School doesn't start for another three hours" Yao said, glaring at the clock besides the bed he uses when they have their (pretty much nightly) sleepovers. "Why did you interrupt my beauty sleep, aru?" This was ridiculous, there is no need for anyone to be up at this ungodly hour.

"Yeah, but I thought you would want to get an early start" Alfred smiled happily. "It is the second day of school and we have to be prepared."

"What do we have to prepare?" commented Ivan as he stretched his arms and pushed back on them to sit up straight. He looked much like a bear first coming out of hibernation.

"Ya' know. Everything! It's prom this year for you guys, so we have to start doing that. Plus there's the back to school dance, and you know we've got to start a beginning of the year partys and I-"

"This is what you woke me up for, aru?" groaned Yao, getting back under the covers. "We are the seniors; we should be worrying about that stuff."

"But g-"

"Shut it Alfredka" snapped Ivan, who was not a morning person in the slightest. "That is not any of our concern, We have committees for that. Now let me get my sleep or I will cut you into those molecules you love so much, da."

Alfred put on a pouting, hurt face and looked much like a child would when having his toy taken from him. "I just wanna' help" he whined. "I should be involved. I'm allowed to go so it wouldn't be fair to the other students if I didn't help out."

"You are allowed to go because of who you are." Ivan snapped again, not bothering to skirt around the superpower subject like they usually do with Alfred. Little kid or not, Alfred needs to know his place in this school.

Now while Ivan may not be happy about the fact that the little brat is now on equal standing with him and he has long ago accepted the fact. Now he may have accidently grown a teeny, tiny bit attached to the headache. But the migraine that he was causing was blinding out any care he has for him right now,

"I thought it was because I was in senior math and science classes?" Alfred said with a shocked look on his face. He had been so happy that he was going to be able to go with his friends to the senior dances this year, but now that he knows it's simply because of his… unique talents, it doesn't seem fair anymore.

Yao glared at Ivan, obviously not happy that Ivan told Alfred the real reason he was allowed to go.

"Alfred, why don't you go…survey the campus for a while aru. Be a 'hero' and make sure nothing bad is happening."

"Great idea old man!" Alfred cheered, his sour mood instantly brightened in a switch only he could manage. "To all who need help, the hero is on his way." And with that final call, he dashed out the door with helicopter arms and flying sounds.

Now they could finally get some sleep.

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Arthur was always a late and light sleeper. The smallest little creaking of the floorboards was enough to make the British gentleman dash up in an instant.

Francis on the other hand, had always been a morning riser, and had some unearthly talent of being able to find a squeaky piece of wood in the middle of a tile floor.

Long story short, they were roommate match made in hell.

So Arthur was asleep, dreams of things that he really should not be dreaming of flittering through his mind, mostly involving a barley of age American, when he heard a creak and of course came right out of his dreamland.

Arthur opened his eyes and looked out the window to his side and saw that the moon was still fully out, not even showing the slightest hint of being on the descending part of its nightly routine. He guessed that it must have just been a mouse or something of that nature and closed his eyes again, leaning back against the pillow.

The second time he heard the creak he didn't even bother to open his eyes and instead opted for just trying to recreate the dream in his memory.

He was slowly slipping back into dreamland when he heard a crashing sound and a loud shout of "Merde!"

This time he bolted up this time, knowing the Francis probably hurt himself, but being able to make himself really care.

No the reason he bolted up and immediately ran to the little kitchen section of their room was that he stored his tea cups there.

And of course because fate hated him, there the two of them were. Standing there looking down at the broken porcelain on the floor. Francis miraculously without a scratch on him and Arthur miraculously without a charge for first degree murder.

"Frog. What. Happened?" he said slowly and cautiously not particularly sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"Well, uh angleterre, you see…"

"Are you ready for the awesome me to prove my awesomness to you not quite as awesome people!" Prussia announced bursting through the door connecting the two rooms and completely missing Arthur somehow. "All we need is Francis to finish taking down that cabinet for us."

"Shhh, quiet seneor. Francis said Arthur is a light sleeper." Antonio quieted

"You mean that totally not awesome guy who moved in next door with francy pants?"

"Yes now shhh, unless you want to ruin our plans, si".

Arthur was taking deep breaths in and out. He just can't. He just cannot.

"You know what." Arthur said with finality. "I don't care. Just leave the money for new tea sets on the counter, wanker."

With that he simply grabbed his clothes that he had picked out the night before, slammed closed the bathroom door, changed and stomped out the door.

Superpowers be damned, he is not spending the rest of his high school life surrounded by those…those… imbeciles!

Arthur stomped his way to the office across the campus. Closed or not, the second a person comes in he is going to speak his mind.

They cannot stick Arthur Bloody Kirkland not only in a shared room, but in a shared room with those buffoons.

The nerve of those kids. First trying to keep him from his soon to be territory, now sticking him the 'bad touch trio' as some sort of punishment. Sick, that is all it was. Sick. And Arthur plans to put a stop to it right now.

o-o-o

As Arthur continued his brooding outside the office, Alfred turned the corner playing spy.

Really, only seniors were allowed to be out at this time since the school cannot legally force a curfew on eighteen year olds. Plus the fact that they whined and complained about the fact that they are 'adults' and free to make their own choice, and the school figured they were less likely to do anything sue-able inside the school walls.

But Alfred is Alfred and no teacher or student would dare tell him that he could not. So he appeases his conscience for the special treatment that he's getting with the fact he is doing his heroic duties.

So he passed the corner. He finished examining the library, cafeteria and most of the rest of the school. But since it was five thirty in the morning, they were both abandoned.

On his walk down the hall, he spotted someone with messed up blonde hair that obviously had not been brushed, and the usual eyebrows that made him stand out in any crowd.

"Hey Arthur!" he shouted down the hall and ran forward to meet up with him. Finally, another person up at this hour.

Arthur continued glaring at the floor. The voice he had heard was just a jumbled mess and honestly unless the queen of England herself was asking for tea, he didn't really care who it was.

"Go away, dolt" he growled, his eyes kept fluttering open and closed begging for sleep. "I am not in the mood."

Alfred stopped running immediately and froze slightly.

When was the last time someone insulted him? True he was awfully bullied before he reached superpower status. He was the young, short, pimply kid with braces. He was slightly overweight with not a shred of muscle. He talked incessantly about things nobody cared about, couldn't read the atmosphere and was partially a pacifist, refusing to hurt anyone and way ahead of everyone in science class.

Now pretty much everything about the atmosphere and babbling had changed. He grew up and while managing to keep his boyish features; he got tall, some muscles, lost the braces and the pimples and the weight. And of course as Allen, Sadiq or most people in this school have learned, he is no longer a pacifist.

Ever since that little growth spurt of his no one has called him anything. Maybe there was someone like Sadiq who wrote 'faggot' on his locker and he knows what people say behind his back. But no one had said anything to his face in a long, long time.

Is it sad that he slightly misses it?

"Dolt, huh?" he repeated. "What does that mean anyway?"

Arthur snorted and sighed and looked up. Couldn't whoever it was take it hint that he was not in the mood to communicate right now.

"Shut up you…" Arthur's mouth snapped shut as he saw who he was about to curse out. Shit. This is not going to be good for the whole power-grab scheme.

"Uhh Alfred" he laughed nervously. "What are you doing here?"

"Just performing my heroic duties of searching the halls for evil doers" he said in an over the top dramatic voice. Striking a pose wish is back straight and far away look like he'd seen in all has comic books.

Instead of actually listening to what he was saying, Arthur instead opted to just watch his lips. Hot damn those lips. He wonders what they would feel like w…

"Hey Artie dude, ya' zoning out on me?" "Huh?" Arthur snapped out of his little daydream. "Right sorry. And please call me Arthur."

"Why?"

"Because I don't like being called that."

"Why?"

'Oh god He's one of those teens.' he groaned in his head. 'Calm down Arthur.' He commanded himself. 'It doesn't matter how annoying he is. He is hot and powerful, therefore you must get him'.

"I just don't alright" he said with finality, hoping to end the interrogation.

Besides, he needed to be the interrogator. Since this one didn't seem to be falling for him just being hot (very, very hot), he would actually have to get to know had been a while since Arthur has had to do that. Usually one smile and they're falling into his arms. This should be fun for him. A little came of cat and mouse.

"But besides that little tat."

"What's a tat?" Alfred interrupted.

Arthur sighed and repeated over and over in his head that it will be worth it in the end.

"An Argument".

"Ohhh" Alfred said in realization. "You really need to learn to speak American."

Breath. Breath. Breath.

"I do speak English" the Brit annunciated.

"Well duh" Alfred snorted. "I know that. I was just messing around".

'Oh thank god. I thought he was just actually that stupid' Arthur relived in his head. "So anyway, how are y-"

"Alfredka?"

'Seriously!' Arthur was now screaming. Things like this only happen in books and movies. There is no way in hell that someone else manages to pop in just as he finally gets a chance to flirt. This is just unreal.

"Alfredka, what are you doing here?" asked Ivan a little confused but mostly angry. He had felt maybe a tincey tiny bit bad for his outburst in their room earleur. Let's face it, yelling at Alfred is like yelling at a toddler. You get nothing accomplished but feeling like am awful person. He doesn't know if Alfred does it on purpose, but whether he does or doesn't is irrelevant. Plus Yao was getting all upset at him and basically kicked him out.

Long story short, he came out to 'apologize' (more likely try to and then Alfred would aggravate him more leading to them both yelling at each other) when he came across him talking to he who shall not be named.

"Oh, hey Red" Alfred waved to his friends, the bite to Ivans voice going completely under the radar. "Just hanging out Arthur, it's so cool when he talks all British. He said 'Tat' it was hilarious! Oh, say water" turned to Arthur eyes shining wide and bright like a childs. "Please."

Arthur sighed. Well, at least he won't have to put up a nice façade around this one, sice he doesn't seem to notice if someone hates him or not anyways. Also, water? Really? His accent is not that strong. But, if he likes it, who is he to complain? And with the glowering stare of the Russian ahead, what does he have to lose.

"Wahter" he sighed.

"OMG he is so British" Alfred slightly squealed. He was a bit of a fangirl when it came to accents.

"Yes Alfredka, very, very British" Ivan managed to say in a way that made the room drop seven degrees. "An accent that strong must be fresh, da. Maybe he should go back?" He said with an obious hint in his tone.

"Oh I quite like it in the ole, U.S" Arthur smirked to the taller one, pretending to pull an Alfred and not notice the threat. "I like it here very much. The food is good, and the boys are definitely my type" he said with a wink to the blonde next to him.

Ivan was now really seeing red (oh how Alfred would laugh if he knew this) and he decided to take a bit of drastic measures. This Arthur kid needed to know to back off now.

He began twirling the pipe he keeps with him at all times in his finger like a baton, making sure to make a special show of it to Arthur who was giving him a wary look.

"So Alfredka" he began, twirling it faster and faster. "Tonight at movie night I feel like we should go with something different than your usual American trash."

The pipe spinning in his hand was starting to move faster and faster, turning blurry. He spend a few years learning baton twirling in marching band, so he is an expert at it.

As soon as Alfred was going to defend his movie taste, he simply removed his fingers and the pipe went flying straight to at Arthurs head.

The Brit screamed and dived down. Literally hitting the deck with enough force to bruise his arms. The metal pipe hit the wooden door with a loud "bang!" and cracked the window on it. Glass shattered down on him, and thankfully he didn't get cut.

Arthur just sat there, shivering on the floor while Alfred, shook his head and glared at Ivan.

"What the hell dude!" he shouted at the taller teen. "Seriously what the hell! Were you trying to kill him?!"

"Possibly" Ivan shrugged.

"Dude!"

Ivan shrugged again and looked down on the shivering Brit and said in a clearly faking voice "I am sorry for almost hitting you with my pipe, leading to a slow and painful death of blood loss and bran damage, that even if you miraculously survived, would have led you to be paralyzed for the rest of you miserable life."

Alfred gave him an unimpressed look and said. "Really? That's the best you can do?"

Ivan nodded, and Alfred rolled his eyes.

"Sorry about him Artie, something's wrong in his commie genes today."

Arthur gave a shaky smile and stood up saying "That's alright. He s-seem like a nice fellow. Just an accident right?" He really hoped that it was an accident.

"Probably" Ivan said a noncommittal tone.

Alfred groaned and rolled his eyes. "Dude, you are handful." He told the Russian. "But anyways, now that you're here, can we finally begin measuring out the gym? I need to see if I can fit a bouncy house in there."

Ivan for once without a comment, happy to get Alfred away from the little ублюдок, agreed and told Alfred to go without him and he'll meet up with him in a few minutes. So Alfred gave his signature salute and ran off to the gym, already setting up the design plans.

Grabbed his pipe off the floor from where it had bounced off the wall, Ivan began walking after Alfred, but after a few strides he stopped and said in a low voice to the new student. "Next time, I will not miss."

Leaving the British transfer in his wake, he strode off to find how many things the American he for some reason cares about has broken on his way to the gym.

Arthur on the other hand stood frozen, eyes glued to the hulking retreating figure. with his monstrous gait. He now got what they were saying about Alfred's friends. Did that beast just try to kill him?

And Arthur just stood there, running that thought over and over, not noticing the mobs of kids coming in or even the office lady strolling right past him and shutting the door without a sound. He wasn't brought out of the little introspection until the bell.