The next couple classes went by pretty quickly. Still chaotic, but yeah, quickly. Yao sighed as he walked down the stairs. Just one more class until freedom! Sadly, it was P.E. Not his favorite subject. It wasn't that he sucked at athletics or anything. It's just... Yeah... Yao was small compared to other guys. And now that he goes to a school with practically only Europeans and such, making Yao even smaller by comparison.

As Yao turned to walk down another flight of stairs, he accidently bumped shoulders with another boy. This boy had clearly a better build than the little Asian. Yao lost his balance, tumbling down the stairs while the other just stood and watched. He was obviously one of the many people who heard bad things about the Asians and had a bad opinion on them.

"Hey, Asian, watch where you're going!" He shouted before continuing towards his class. Yao groaned, rubbing his head that was clearly bumped on the way down.

"Yúchǔn de xīfāng rén ((Stupid westerner))..." Yao said under his breath. As he tried getting up, the Chinese teen winced in pain, realizing his sprained ankle. "Gāisǐ de ((Damn it))!" He cursed. Yao continued slowly limping towards the next and last flight of stairs, his ankle really torturing him.

"Quite a nasty fall you had there." Yao's head swiftly turned to where the voice he'd heard, was coming from. There, standing in the middle of the upper flight of stairs, was Arthur, a sly grin on his face. Yao only snorted, shrugging off the Brit and continued trying to get to class. Arthur sighed at Yao, walking towards the said Asian. "Here, you need some help with an ankle like that." He said, his hand inching towards Yao's wrist.

"I don't need your help aru!" Yao spat back, slapping way Arthur's hand. Just like their first meeting. The Brit rubbed his slightly stinging hand while the Chinese teen glared at him. Yao turned back to the stairs and took a deep breath. His first step was fine, but when it came to the next, it was with his bad ankle. Putting pressure on his bad ankle made Yao wince again, losing his balance. Believing he'd fall again, Yao tightly shut his eyes close, bracing himself for the fall. What happened next, shocked him.

As he was falling, Yao felt someone grab his wrist, pulling him up. Right after he was pulled up, Yao felt a bit warmer. Slowly the Chinese teen opened his eyes, finding himself in Arthur's arms. He looked up, noticing jade eyes looking down at him.

"I told you you need help! You almost went and killed yourself again..." Arthur said with annoyance, then sighing. "Come on. Better get you to the nurse." Arthur took Yao's arm and made him put it around his neck. Now with Yao's arm draped over his shoulders, Arthur could support him all the way to the nurse's.

"Why are you helping? Won't you be late to class aru?" Arthur looked down at Yao, seeing the Chinese teen avoiding his gaze. The Brit couldn't help but softly smile.

"Nah, I'm the school rep. It should be fine. As to why I'm helping you, simple; I saw you in pain and couldn't just leave. That wouldn't be very gentleman like, now would it?" Arthur chuckled and Yao snorted. After a while of silence, they were right outside the main building. To break the awkward silence, Arthur finally asked, "So, how'd you fall?" Yao's eyes perked up a bit when asked that. He thought about the damn guy and cursed in Mandarin quietly to himself. Arthur still heard, but still didn't understand what he was saying.

"I just fell. Guess I was just walking to fast and skipped a step aru..." Yao lied and Arthur knew it. In fact, Arthur saw the whole thing; the boy and Yao bumping into each other, Yao falling and the other just looking down at him and sputtering mean words. Guess Yao wasn't really much of a snitch. Although, that one guy did get what was coming to him a minute later by a certain British teen. Enough said~

Arthur sighed and Yao took offense to it. "What's with the sigh aru! Everyone falls once in a while!" Arthur did not appreciate Yao tone of voice. The two teens started glaring at each other, then simultaneously turning away, still walking towards the main building. Arthur held the door open while Yao hopped in, using the wall for support.

"Oh my goodness! What happened!" The two heard once they entered the nurse's office. Katyasha was typing on her desktop when the two walked in, immediately stopping when seeing them.

"Someone bu-"

"I fell aru!" Arthur was started to explain, but Yao quickly cut in. Arthur turned to Yao and sighed. If that's what he wanted to say, so be it.

"Ouch. It looks bad. Arthur, bring Yao over to one of the beds." The Brit did as told and Katyasha rolled up the Asian's pants to see his ankles. "Well that's proof it's really bad. But I know just what to cure it with~" The Ukrainian smiled, walking over to some cabinets. She pulled out a weird spray bottle and walked back over to the two. "I will not lie. This will sting. So Arthur, if you could hold Yao's hand. That way if you're in pain, you could just squeeze his hand." The two guys gulped, turned to each other, then back to Katyasha. The kind Ukrainian nurse nodded, still smiling, and the two did as was told. She's really too nice for anyone to refuse.

Right when the two held hands, the two's eyes perked up. The whole scene with Arthur helping Yao, finally caught up to them, making them blush madly. Arthur looked at Yao through a side glance, seeing if he was blushing, too. He noticed Yao trying to avoid looking at him, his slightly long sleeve attempting to hind his blush. S-so c-cute... Wait! No! No no no no no! Arthur shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and calm down.

"Okay, ready?" Katyasha asked, not at all noticing what was going on. She sprayed Yao's ankle and he twitched a bit from the coldness. That was weird. She'd say it hurt. It didn't hurt what so ev-

"AIYAH!" Yao yelled, now really squeezing Arthur's hand. The two started cussing their lungs out from the pain. Yao cussing in Mandarin because of the spray, Arthur cussing in his British vocabulary because Yao was practically breaking his hand. Katyasha just stood, smiling. She saw this coming and had stuck little ear buds in to prevent hearing loss. Meanwhile, outside the nurses office and in the main office.

"Looks like Katyasha sprayed another one..."

"Yeah..."

"It kills me every time I hear someone scream like that..."

"Well it does make kids more safe. Not wanting the spray in all. Ha ha ha!"

And back inside the nurse's office, "Okay, looks like the stinging wore off~" Katyasha smiled sympathetically. Yao was still on the bed, panting, trying to regain his breath. I am never going to get hurt at school again aru... He thought. As for Arthur, "Where's Arthur?" Katyasha asked with a head tilt. Yao looked at his hand and saw he was still holding onto Arthur's. The Chinese teen and the Ukrainian looked over the side of the bed, seeing Arthur laying on the floor with swirls in his eyes.

"Y-you're a lot stronger than you look, Yao..." He managed to say. Yao looked at their hands, then released Arthur's and whistled like he didn't do anything. After Arthur got back on his feet (and Katyasha asking if he'd wanted a spray, too), Katyasha started bandaging up Yao's ankle.

"This is just for protection. You could probably get rid of it in maybe two hours," With that, Yao thanked the Ukrainian nurse, and the two left her office with passes.

"T-thanks aru..." Yao mumbled. Arthur perked up, turning towards Yao again, and as always, he was avoiding Arthur's graze. The Brit wasn't really sure if he'd heard right. Did Yao just thank him?

"P-pardon?"

"I said... Thanks aru..." Yao said again, a blush noticeably on his cheeks, "I'll pay you back. I never leave a dept unpaid aru..." Arthur tilted his head, a brow raised.

"I told you, I helped because you needed it, not so you could owe me."

"I don't take charity aru." Arthur was a bit taken back. Charity? Is that really what Yao thinks?

"You could just think of it as a friend helping a friend. It's not charity."

"We're not friends aru." Yao glared at Arthur. For some reason, the Brit felt as if something died in him. That's strange; why would he be feeling that?

"We'll fine then. Maybe you should just pay me back!" Screw being a gentleman, Yao's attitude really kept poking at him. This time, Yao just gave him a look, soon shaking it off and continued walking. "I don't even know how you would though, but- Hey are you even listening!"

"No aru!" Yao shouted from where he was; way far ahead of him. Arthur's expression changed into a deadpanned one. If Yao wasn't listening, then how'd he know to answer something?

"Where are you going?"

"Class aru," Arthur face-palmed, of course he was just going to class. Where else would he be going! The Brit looked back up, taking his palm off his face. He silently watched Yao continue walking towards the gym. It was safe to assume Yao had P.E. next. With a sigh, Arthur continued off to his class. Honestly, he had P.E., too, but guys and girls had separate classes.

The Brit continued walking towards the gym just as Yao was. He opened the main building doors and stepped through, noticing the door to the boy's locker room was closing. That was really weird. Everyone should be at class by now. Must've been someone with an early dismissal or something, but he didn't see anyone leave... Could Yao've... Nah, if Yao knew English, then he should know how to read fine and know what the sign said! With that conclusion, Arthur continued on to change into his P.E. clothes.

As Arthur passed through the doors to the locker room, he heard one of the side stall doors close. Okay, now it was getting a bit freaky... He was about to say something, ask who was there, but, dude, it was a stall. Who would want to answer? So, Arthur shrugged it off once again, changed into his P.E. clothes, and left to the track field.

When Arthur exited the locker room, Yao exited one of the stalls. He never did feel comfortable changing just out there, even if it was empty. The Asian always felt self cautious, fearing people may say something about his back. Yao shook off the thought, walking out the same door Arthur had just a minute ago.

Yao looked all around and couldn't believe his eyes. Back when Katyasha was giving him and the others a quick tour, they never really went to look at the track field and all that. It was huge! Imagine running back and forth or just around to whole thing! Oh crap... In this class, they had to do that...

The Chinese teen gulped, then found the teacher. He was a bald man, standing with a stopwatch in hand, watching all the other guys run a bit.

"Hello aru?" Yao said, walking up to the teacher from besides. The man turned to him with glaring eyes, making Yao jump back a bit.

"Who're you?" The teacher asked. Right when Yao was about to say something, he was cut off, "Are you one of the new students? I was suppose to have another one. Yao Wang right?" Yao nodded, handing his teacher his pass. The P.E. teacher took the pass, quickly reading it. His face darken when he was reading it, then looked down at Yao's bandaged ankle. "Katyasha sprayed you, huh? Gotta hurt... Anyways, I'm your teacher; Coach Harley. Or just call me 'Coach', whatever works."

Yao bowed to his 'coach', making his raise a brow. He wasn't the first to bow to him. In fact...

"Yao-Hyeong!" Yao heard, making him stiffen. Yong Soo ran up to him, hug-tackling him from behind. Luckily he didn't grope. "Yay! Everyone's here da ze!" Yao managed to push Yong Soo off him, soon noticing he and all the other Asian guys were in the same class. They all ran up to him, most looking out of breath.

"We were just doing warm ups before a run. Good luck," Coach Harley informed, walking back to the other students.

"Where were you, Yao?" Jun asked. Yao smiled warily, nervously laughing while scratching the back of his head.

"Yao-Ge, what happened?" Hong finally said. He noticed Yao's ankle when he was talking to their teacher a minute ago.

"W-what do you mean aru?" Yao continued nervously laughing, hiding his ankle behind his other one. The hiding place failing when the others noticed.

"Yao-Nii-San! Did you get into another fight!" Kiku said with a worried expression and his tone of voice matching.

"N-no!"

"Did someone beat you up ana!"

"No! I just fell down some stairs aru!" Everyone went silent, giving Yao a deadpan expression as he started nervously laughing, again. They all knew he was lying, Yao sucked at lying while under pressure.

"Yao-Hyeong, who did this? I will make sure he dies a slow, painful, and suffering death," Hyung Soo growled, a dark aura emitting from him. Everyone knew the older Korean wasn't lying.

"No one! Really, it's fine aru!" Before anyone could say anything more, Coach Harley blew his whistle, signaling everyone to line up at the starting line. They had to run two laps around the track and judging from the size, it was not going to be fun.

The Asians stood at the back of the large group of people, consisting of their classmates. The class was pretty large, but it did consist of three different grade levels.

"On your marks!... Get set!..." BANG! And they're off! The large group started to really separate into different groups. In the front were the more athletic students, while in the back were the less athletic students. The Asians were somewhat near the middle-back.

"Okay, we all agreed that it is okay to separate ana!" Binh said to the little group. The others nodded, except for Yao. He didn't exactly know what was going on, but caught on really fast. With that, the Asians also disbursed. In the front was Hong, and in the back was Binh and Jun. Yao and Kiku were somewhere in the middle. As for the twins, they seemed to be racing with each other, already passing a lot of the other students and showing no signs of slowing down.

"Yao-Nii-San, are you okay running like that?" Yao turned back, seeing Kiku behind him. The Japanese teen was struggling a bit to keep up with him, so he slowed down a bit.

"Like what aru?" Yao asked when Kiku caught up with him.

"Your ankle. Doesn't it hurt?" Kiku asked, giving Yao another worried look. Yao only grinned back.

"Not at all aru. It stopped hurting a while ago aru." Yao lied. Actually, his ankle started hurting a while back. Not as much as before, but still hurt. Kiku didn't buy it at all.

"You're lying, Yao-Nii-San. I can see you struggling. You should be up farther than this already." Yao's grin turned in to a nervous one. Kiku was right though, and he was pretty sure his other friends could tell also.

"It's fine, Kiku. You worry too much aru! I'll talk to you later aru!" And with that, Yao started jogging a bit faster, leaving Kiku behind. The Japanese teen sighed, continuing at his own pace.

All the way up front was Hong. He was jogging/running with all the more athletic students, still off by himself though. Yong Soo and Hyung Soo had just pasted him and everyone else, practically sprinting and still showing no signs of slowing down. Hong sighed, shaking his head at the Koreans. With how fast they're going, it had to be their second lap already, and he was just starting his.

" 'Sup, dude!" Hong turned, seeing a smiling American next to him, "Hong right?" He asked. The Chinese teen ignored him, starting to pick up his pace. The American didn't seem to notice, picking up his pace also. "Name's Alfred! Guess you don't talk much, but I did hear you spoke English!" Hong sped up more, Alfred doing the same, "You're pretty fast for an Asian. Thought you'd be like, near the middle or something!" Alfred grinned. Hong wanted, ever so much, to trip him and continue running. Sadly, Hong had to be a good Asian, so he just ignored Alfred the whole time while he continued babbling about some random stuff, but even Hong had a hard time keeping his cool.

Sorry a bit late and didn't post yesterday. i promise i will make it up! please excuse any grammar or misspellings. i really try my best at it! hope IggyChu fans liked this chapter! please no bad comments on the spray bottle scene, my friend already said something about that and I'm already a bit embarrassed... Oh, and that spray bottle is like those ones in Pokemon! yeah, sometimes i think, "WHAT THE F*CK AM I WRITING!" so i hope you like it! Reviews are Loved! please...?

PE teacher based off 7th grade PE teacher...

Hetalia - Hidekaz Himaruya