Title: Highschool Misfit

Summary:

England, fed up with America's behavior, decides to cast a curse on him so that he could learn to respect his elders. But it seems he's screwed up. Accidentally sending America to an alternate universe where everyone's in high school, the other must learn how to fit in while England works to get him back. Will he able to survive the hell known as school or will that British upperclassmen continue to treat him like shit?

Premise:

England's always despised getting bossed around and though France is hella annoying, America makes it so much more worse considering he's younger. He hates getting one upped by the other and even more so hates it when he gets called things like an "old man". Fed up with everything, he decides to use some magic to put America in his place. However, the spell isn't exactly what he had imagined. Instead of making the other shut up, he makes the mistake of accidentally transporting America to an alternate universe where he's a highschool student.

Ships: Prucan present!

Warnings: Swearing! And tsunderes uwo

CHAPTER 05: Of Friends and Enemies

"Oh it's Mattie! Hey Mattie!"

"Ah. Bonjour Matthieu~"

"Hola, Matthew!"

Matthew blinked upon entering the cafeteria. With a small wave and smile, he silently replied to the trio who had greeted him before going to walk away.

It sure was nice to have friends, especially since he was one of the more introverted kids. He sighed. As much as he wanted to go over and talk with them, the blond had work to do. By work, he meant getting a quick meal and then grabbing something for his brother. Either that or he'd bring his whole entire dinner to the nurse's office if time ran thin. Silently, he wondered about how Alfred was doing and how Miss Braginskaya was holding up with his behavior. Knowing that she was a kindhearted, albeit strange, woman, Matthew simply hoped that she could help his brother out.

As he walked into one of the food lines, he glanced at whatever they were serving and processed in his mind which one seemed the 'best'. There was some sort of Asian looking soup, some authentic wursts, a type of pasta, burgers, and something that he recognized to be the 'delicacy' of fish and chips. He really didn't wanna be picky but to him, the only thing that looked good was the pasta. It's not like he was that one junior who talked endlessly about the meal but considering that their school's Headmaster was Italian, he prayed that this would be some sort of fancy and accurate pasta instead of a regular school bootleg. Taking a tray, Matthew acquired his meal of pasta and grabbed a few burgers for his brother. Now to grab a bottle of iced coffee and leave…

Except there was a problem.

There was no iced coffee left in the cooler. This had left the blond haired male slightly upset. Iced coffee was a simple and likeable drink, one that Matthew drank often. There were still a few cans of pop left but since he wasn't Alfred, Matthew didn't really fancy it. He sighed and shook his head. Wow, today was so wild that he couldn't even get one of his favorite drinks? That's a shame.

"Ya looking for this?" Came a familiar voice.

Turning around, Matthew found that Gilbert had been standing behind him with a bottle of iced coffee in his hand. The Prussian was smiling at him and it wasn't his usual prideful one. His smile looked more charming but also kinda forced. It didn't match him at all and Matthew couldn't help but giggle. "Eh? What are you laughing at? I got this for you, ya know!" He referred to the bottle, shaking it as he pouted.

"I can get my own drinks myself, thank you very much." The blond was still giggling but he took the bottle from his friend's hand and smiled. "But I really do thank you for getting it for me, Gil."

That caught Gilbert off guard. His red eyes blinked and he began to trip on words, "O-Oh ja! No problem, Mattie! The awesome me's glad to help you anyday!" Was he blushing or was Matthew imagining things? "A-Anyways! You wanna join me and the boys over there or what?" The said boys were not too far away from the two. In fact, the said boys seemed to be snickering at the sight of Gilbert interacting with Matthew.

Matthew sighed, "I wish but I have to go take care of my brother."

"Oh shit that's right!" Exclaimed Gil, "Your bro's the one who passed out, right?!"

"Oh come on Gilbert! You already know that! We were just talking about it with Arthur, remember?" Francis was calling from afar.

Irritated, Gilbert turned around and flipped his friend off, "Fuck off, Franny! It's impolite to butt in on someone's conversation, you baguette!" Quickly, he went back to the one whom he had originally been talking to and whistled, "Yeah I like heard about it and stuff. You know he might've been cursed by Arthur? You might know this already but -Perfect believes in black magic."

-Perfect? Well, that was a new nickname for the Brit. Matthew had heard Gilbert and his friends call Arthur a plethora of nicknames that ranged from 'Eyebrows' to 'Black Sheep' but this one seemed even more ridiculous. Giving the Prussian a curious look, he hummed. "So you were the one who's been spreading that rumor?"

At that, Gilbert laughed, "Yeah! Me and Franny thought it'd be funny and everyone actually believes it!"

"Oh, yeah. Some kids were talking about it earlier." Matthew replied, "Speaking of Arthur, I did happen to see him as I walked in.." Recalling the moment he'd entered, he remembered passing the older boy and how the other had been raging about something but hey, what's new?

"Yeaaaah, that prick's just upset because he doesn't know how to live a little." Gilbert smiled, "But it's great that you do, ja?"

Raising an eyebrow, the Canadian cocked his head to the side, "Me? I know how to live a little?"

"Haha hell yeah ya do! You're one of the coolest sophomores at this school!" Was the albino exaggerating? Because Matthew was in disagreement with that statement. Before the blond could respond, Gilbert continued, "Like Luddy is in your grade and sometimes he acts more like a prick than that Brit!"

"I-If you insist?" He shrugged, seeming unsure with how confident his friend was sounding. Matthew knew Ludwig, as the German was in a few of his classes and honestly, it was pretty hard to believe that he and Gilbert were brothers. The two acted so differently but then again, that's what Matthew and Alfre— "Ah! I almost forgot about Alfred! Oh dang, I'm sorry Gil but I really gotta get go—"

"Huh?!" The other was pouting like a child, looking so deflated once Matthew announced that he had to leave. "Oh c'mon Mattie! We jus' started talking!"

"Yeah, I know and again, I'm sorry." Giving Gilbert an apologetic smile, he turned on his heel and began to walk away— of course, not before waving and saying, "Bye! Have a good night, by the way!"

If there was anything he wanted the most, it was to be left alone.

Unfortunately for Basch Zwingli, such a concept was merely fiction— well, for today, it was.

Today had been annoying. Like, there was a plethora of things that annoyed him but holy shit, how the hell could he not get a break?! Just because incidents happen in his grade— in his classes, his peers expect him to know all the deets and the juicy gossip and all that other bullshit. 'Is it true that someone from your grade got attacked?' 'Is it true that someone in your English class passed out?' 'What happened, Basch?' 'You know what happened, right?' 'What happened? What happened?' God, what a fucking migraine.

Never in his life had he ever been pestered every fucking second. Controlling his temper had never been so damn difficult! Well, it sometimes was but this was a first.. Usually he had acted pretty standoffish and uncaring towards situations (that's how he usually acted though) but he really, really, had to resist the temptation of pulling gun threats on whoever decided to ask him those same questions.

Another thing that was annoying was that stupid rumor going around. What was it again? Kirkland's Curse or some nonsense? Apparently some upperclassmen took pride in spreading it and it was even more stupid that some of his peers actually believed it. There was a part of Basch however, a part that believed it— that it may've been true and that the curse was a reason as to why his peers kept bothering him. Jesus, even earlier he'd gotten bothered by the same kid who was apparently cursed!

God, he needed a fucking nap.

Welp, whatever. It's nighttime anyways and therefore, it was time for bed. Making his way down the halls, he brought some of his sister's reminders to mind and remembered how she'd always tell him to sleep early. Damn, he sure did miss his sister… Hopefully Lili could enjoy her time in junior high before she'd have to come to this hell hole of an academy. It's a good thing that those dumbass upperclassmen would be gone by the time she'd be here. With the calming thoughts of his sister in mind, he slowly felt the stress leave him—

"HEY SWI- er uh… VASH! Vash? Vaaash!"

Never fucking mind.

"What the fuck do you want?!" He snapped, turning around to face whoever the hell called him.

"Woah, woah, wooaaah dude! Chill!" Basch blinked. It was that one kid, Alfred, the one who had passed out— wait, he just saw the guy not too long ago. What the hell did he want again? Also why the hell was he holding a map? "I was hoping you could help me out with somethin'?"

"No," was Basch's immediate response and just like that, he walked past the taller male.

Alfred, however, refused to give up. Catching up to the irate blond, he pouted and began to whine, "C'mon dude! You didn't even hear me out and that's totes not fair!" He then made a move to walk in front of the Swiss student and continued, "Like! If this is about earlier than I'm super sorry dude like I didn't mean to make you angry or anythin'!"

"If you need help with something then why not get your brother to assist you?" Basch grumbled as he walked around Alfred. Despite Alfred being in a good chunk of his classes, he didn't really know the other that well since they hardly had any interaction so this whole ordeal was just annoying.

The guy didn't give up though. He followed behind Basch and was soon walking beside him. "Yeah well I'm trying to look for him and that's where you come i-"

"Not my problem."

"Wha?! Duuuude c'mon! Pleaaaseeeee!"

"Go away."

"C'mon, I'm asking you nicely!"

"Go away."

"You're not being a teamplayer."

"Go away."

"C'mon dude! Please!"

"Go away."

"Please dude! I'm begging ya!"

"Go away."

"Pleaaaaaaaase!"

"Go. Away."

"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeeeee!"

"NO!"

Why the hell wouldn't he give up?! Basch's eye was twitching and he was staring at the American in front of him with an expression that screamed of all sorts of irritation. Placing a hand on his hip, he huffed. "Why the hell is finding your brother so damn important to you anyways? And why do you need my help specifically?"

"Cuz you're the only person in the area?" Came Alfred's somewhat innocent sounding reply. God he looked dumb when he just smiled and tilted his head like some sort of clueless pup.

Basch started to walk away again. There was no way in hell he'd help out with something so stupid. The poor Swiss kid just wanted to get some goddamn rest.

"Wait!" Will Alfred ever stop whining? "But I'm like sure he's in the cafeteria place an—"

"Then why not go to the cafeteria? Why are you wasting your time bothering me?"

"But I don't know where the cafeteria is!"

"What?" Basch asked incredulously. "What the hell do you mean by you don't know where the cafeteria is?!"

"It's exactly as I say!" Argued the other. "I don't know where it is an' I'm kinda lost so I can't find it!" Once again, he made a move to block Basch, "I was hoping that you could show me where the cafeteria was? That or you could've lead me to it—"

"You're holding a map." Basch pointed out, his eyes narrowing. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way."

"Yeah! But it's like super confusing to follow!" When the shorter male made an attempt to go around Alfred, he'd just get blocked and the cycle would repeat itself.

"You not being able to read is not my problem." Basch replied as he harshly took Alfred's arm and twirled himself so that he'd be on the side that Alfred had been blocking. It was a lil something he had learned from taking dance lessons that he and Lili had been forced to attend as children. He attempted to walk a bit faster and as he did so, he said, "Also shouldn't you know the school by now? You're in my grade aren't you?"

Stumbling a bit, Alfred soon got back on his feet and continued to follow Basch, much to the latter's dismay. "Dude! What's makin' ya so pissy? Maybe if you were more uh— what does England say…? Chipper? Yeah! Maybe if you were more chipper than you'd help me!"

"I want to go to sleep." Great, this dumb American kid was not only obnoxious but also nosy? Why the hell would he want to know about Basch's personal desires? What a creep.

"Ohhhhhh! I get it, you're just cranky because you're tired!" At this point Basch really wanted to use a gun threat. "Wait. Where are we supposed to sleep?"

"What?!" The Swiss male sputtered, his face paling at Alfred's words. "What the hell do you mean by 'we'?!"

"You know! Like us students!" The blue eyed male responded far too cheerfully. "What? Were you thinking something else or?"

"I swear to God that I will shoot you…" Basch muttered, shaking his head.

Alfred laughed at that, "Riiight. Cuz you're the gun nation— er, becuz you come from the nation that has a lot of guns." He noticed the other's eye roll and frowned. "But like. I'm serious dude. Where exactly are we supposed to sleep?"

"The dorms."

"Oh right! We have dorms here, don't we?"

Annnnd Basch started to walk again away.

"Waaaaait dude!" Catching up to the shorter, Alfred pouted. "C'mon dude! I was just asking a questio— oh! Maybe Mattie's at the dorms! Dude, lemme go with ya to the dorms!"

Basch groaned, "Why?"

"Because Mattie might be there!" Alfred exclaimed, earning himself an unimpressed face from the Swiss. "Like maaaybe he's there and he totally cheated me out on the food yo! And I dunno where the dorms are either so—"

"How do you not know where the dorms are?!" As Alfred continued to talk, Basch lost more and more of his patience. "You have a map! Use it!"

"Yeah but it's confusing to read and you're already going to the dorms sooooooo."

Another groan. "If I lead you to the dorms, will you quit bothering me?"

"Yeah sure dude!"

"..." Basch sighed. "Fine. Let's go."

Arthur was seething.

He hated those three delinquents with about every fiber of his being. Ever since they were all kids, Arthur's been blatantly terrorized by each of them.

First there was Antonio. He was an OK guy but what made him problematic was that Arthur had a grudge against him due to a pirate simulator they performed in elementary. Though Arthur had "won" it, Antonio was a pretty fierce rival and boy, the blond hated competition.

Next was the overly obnoxious Gilbert. The guy was a complet and honestly, it was hard to believe that someone so immature was in his grade. Apparently it wasn't just Arthur who had problems with him. A lot of others also had problems with the albino and in their sophomore year, there had been a pretty big "scandal" revolving around him and a Hungarian girl.

Lastly, was the one Arthur hated the most. Francis fucking Bonnefoy. That bastard made Arthur want to spontaneously combust each time he saw him. The damn Frenchie was his rival since he had come out of the womb and because of this, the two would clash heads in about every situation ever. Just thinking about Francis was enough to make him rage.

Arthur desperately wanted to forget about today. Everything was just so damn awful! Especially with those rumors about him and black magic floating around— especially since people were believing it.

With nothing but negativity mind, the Brit decided that he'd end the day and just go to bed. The original plan was to eat dinner but obviously, that wasn't possible if those three were in the cafeteria. It was a shame he had to leave his 'friends' though… Except maybe Vlad. That little asshole had gone against him anyways…

Arthur was huffing as he walked the halls, his facial expression looking a bit too intimidating due to his anger. Some students who were still roaming around had noticed him and once they did, the blond would glare and tell them off, "What the bloody hell are you looking at?! Sod off and go to sleep already! It's nearly 10pm, you brats!"

Did he give five shits at how they felt? Nope. Did he care if this ruined his image as the SC president? … Yes but he's too blinded at the moment to process anything. Besides, Arthur had to admit that being in power kinda felt fun.

"Hey you two! Go to your dorms! As the president of the student council, I demand it!"

"That's exactly what we're doing, you prick." Came the overly confident reply that Arthur wasn't expecting.

Offended, the Brit looked directly at the person who responded and found that it was none other than that one aloof sophomore, Basch Zwingli. Beside him was the one he recognized to be… Alfred F. Jones.

Annnnd just like that, all anger that had clouded Arthur's mind had been instantly replaced by guilt. Normally he wouldn't have felt guilty for the boy but with all the Kirkland's Curse rumors going about, he was starting to feel as if he really did cause Alfred to faint— wait, that's not what this was about!

Shaking his head at the thoughts that distracted him, he put a foot on the ground and glared at the underclassmen who challenged him. "Excuse me but as your senior, you have no ri—"

"Woah it's Engla— Arthur!" The other boy, Alfred, grinned and immediately, it caught Arthur off guard. He looked far too giddy to be someone who everyone was worried for. "And are you sure you're a senior? Cuz you're more like a senior citizen!"

Scratch that. All guilt Arthur had for the guy flew out the door and once again, he felt his blood boil. "EXCUSE ME?!"

"You know. Like an old person." Alfred said between giggles. The fact that he put in a lot of emphasis on the words 'old person' made Arthur even more ticked off.

Before the emerald eyed male could reply, Basch cut in by tugging the hem of Alfred's jacket. "Come on, Jones. Let's not waste any more time or else we'll get in trouble with this guy."

"Ohhh man! If ya say so, dude." Alfred was still smiling a stupid smile but he blinked and his expression changed to one that looked confused, "Wait why would we get in trouble with him?"

"Why you little—!" Arthur inserted himself into their conversation. These two were being punks and the Brit refused to let the two converse in front of him. "You may've been that little punk who passed out during my speech but I'll have you know that I'm the Student Coun—"

—"cil president," Basch finished off for him, a rather impatient look on his face. "We know. Good night." Grabbing onto Alfred's jacket again, he turned the American student around and the two began to walk away at a rather fast pace.

Arthur wasn't finished with them and got even more irritated when they decided to leave when he was about to put the two in their places as underclassmen. His fists were clenched and as he watched the two, he couldn't help but hear their conversation play out in the distance.

"Ohhh man! Did you see his face! Ahahah he's exactly the same here, ain't he?"

"That was a dumb stunt you pulled. I applaud you for having the balls though."

Basch may've been a nobody to Arthur and Alfred may've been the kid who passed out but right now, the Brit didn't care. If anything, he had to go in and edit the list of people he'd want to eternally curse.

A/N:

ITS HERE ;o;

I feel super bad that the update for this fic came longer than expected. Or late I should say? I dunno, I don't wanna deal with words after writing this super lengthy chapter D:

Anyways! I hope you all totally enjoyed this chappie~ Writing the first part with Matt and Gil was kinda tough because I didn't want it to be too short and I didn't want it to be too long? As for the other two parts…. Did I ever mention that my favorite character in Hetalia was Switzy? I absolutely have to insert him in this fic and I know exactly what to do with him :D Unlike previous chapters, there's no America POV though. RIP.

As for reviews. I read them and once again I'm totally grateful! I kinda wanna do a reply section but I don't wanna add more to the word count? A/Ns already do that and I was considering taking out the main top info but since they're pasted on every chapter thus far I was like "naaaaah". But yeah, reviews! A lot of you comment on what ships you want and yes, while I'm putting your suggestions into consideration, I'm also gonna weigh how much sense they're gonna make to the story. As of right now, the only confirmed ship is PruCan AKA Mattie and Gil / Prussia and Canada (wrong order o-o;;). Once again, I don't have a set Ame ship but I'm starting to get a pretty good idea for something B)

Also. I know that I'm pretty bad at pacing ;w; but I think it's because I when I write, I have a roleplayer's habit of doing everything scene by scene with little to no timeskips? I've never been a fan of timeskips e-e ... Also, in my starting stages of this fic, I tried to keep every chapter around 2,000 characters or so w/ only 2 POVs but as ya can see, that habit's ending. Other than that, I think I'm starting to get the hang of proper fic writing! Again, I'm sorry for the late update!

Anyways! Till next time!

Ja ne~ (how does that go?)