Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, only this story concept. Thank you for reading, an enjoy the British wit.
I should have known my happiness wouldn't last. I prepared myself for the verbal assault about to take place. "Excuse me, but I do believe the lady and I were about to enter this classroom. Now since this is AP English, you obviously have no reason to be here. If you would kindly remove yourself from the doorway, we would be most appreciative," Arthur said calmly. I stared at him in surprise, not ready for such clever jabs to leave his mouth.
"You calling me stupid, damn wonker?" asked the bully. I almost burst out laughing from his mispronunciation of the word wanker. I could see Arthur also struggling to stay straight faced.
"Your words not mine," Arthur said, pushing past the group. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him. "Oh, and by the way, it's pronounced wanker, not wonker. Next time you try insulting someone using another country's slang, at least try to get it right, ya berk."
With those beautiful parting words the bell rang and Arthur closed the door. We turned around to see a class full of people, staring at us. I blushed crazily and walked towards my seat at the back of the class. The teacher cleared her throat and motioned for Arthur to stand next to her. "Ok, class, this is our new student. We'll let him introduce himself and then he can pick any of the open seats," she explained.
"Hello everyone, the name's Arthur Kirkland. It's a pleasure to meet you all and I look forward to a good year," he said. I couldn't help but notice the girls who swooned at his accent. They each started primping themselves as he walked towards an empty seat. He passed each of them up, opting to take the empty seat next to me. I smiled encouragingly at him, choosing to ignore the jealous glares around me.
We were fifteen minutes into class when I felt something nudge at my leg. Looking down I saw Lucky, holding a note in his mouth. I glanced around at the rest of the room before smiling and picking it up. I opened the note and read inside.
"Is this class always this boring? I already know half of this!" I could practically hear a childish whine coming from the note. I stifled a giggle before writing down my response.
"I completely get it. I read three AP test prep books over the summer. I have this material memorized" I sneakily snuck the note down to Lucky, who ran it over to Arthur. We continued on in this fashion, me reveling in the brilliance of it.
We didn't have to worry about the teacher seeing our arms outstretched or the paper flying into someone's head. At any point Lucky could drop to the floor and pretend the paper was lying there, utterly brilliant. The bell rang, so Arthur and I went to our next classes together. Amazingly no one called out at me or even bothered me. We didn't have a proper conversation until the lunch bell rang.
"Alice, follow me over here. We have a surprise set up for you outside," Arthur whispered in my ear. I nodded and followed him outside. Fairies began surrounding us the moment we walked out. I had told them not to bother us during school unless they had our permission. As a result they became extremely clingy off campus.
"Arthur, where are we going?" I ask as we walk farther away from the campus. I had no complaints really, our lunch was an hour long, but we couldn't miss any classes.
"It's just over here, love. I promise you'll adore it," he said to me. I nodded, blushing at his use of the word love. I knew it was just a term of endearment and all, but it was still embarrassing. He led me to a small plaza, which was surprisingly abandoned. We didn't stop there, but continued on to a small wooded area behind the plaza. In the wooded area was a picnic table set up with fruits, nuts, cheeses and small finger sandwiches.
"Arthur, it's beautiful," I gasped. All around the table were growing wild flowers surrounded by butterflies. Some fairies were dancing in the air while the others were playing mini instruments. Arthur held out his hand to me, silently asking to dance. I nodded my head and he pulled me close. We began twirling to the music, spinning around the grove in a breathless reverie of magic.
"You know, this isn't even the best part," he whispered in my ears. I gave him a curious look and he twirled me around to face the other side of the grove. Emerging from the bushes was a pure white horse with silver mane and tail. Atop its head was cream colored horn, twisting up into a straight point, rainbow sparkles seemingly embedded into it.
I tentatively stepped closer to the magnificent unicorn. I suddenly remembered my fairy manners and curtsied deeply before the creature. I glance up to see it bowing its head, giving me permission to stroke its mane. I reached a hand out and ran it down the side of its head.
"Would you like to ride him?" Arthur asked. I looked up to him and nodded. He turned towards the unicorn, officially deemed male, and implored with his eyes. The unicorn nodded his head, allowing Arthur to jump on. He looked down at me and held out his hand. "Come along, Princess."
Berk is British slang for idiot. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. It just donned on me that some people may be thinking this, but Alice is not Alice Kirkland, or Nyo!England. When I named her I was more envisioning Alice in Wonderland, because of the fairies. Anyway, look forward to the next update
