First things first, I'd like it to be known that I look snazzy as fuck in my winter uniform. Arthur, on his nerd side of the room, looks like the absolute nerd he is. Nerd. Whereas I, joyous Alfred, look absolutely gorgeous in the dark blue plaid pants and white shirt with a snazzy black tie. After putting on my sweater, I try to put on my bomber jacket but suddenly Arthur is all up in my face about how the jacket is "against the dress code" and that I should "be wearing my bloody blazer, stupid!" Rude. I don't break eye contact with the angry dude as I slowly put on my bomber jacket that Arthur had rudely tugged off of me.

"You're just jealous that I'm hotter than you," I tell him. Clearly the little man did not want to hear that.

"Is that so?" he scoffs, "I beg to differ, you wanker. I have British charm. What exactly do you have going for you? The graceful ability to stuff ten burgers into your mouth?"

"My mouth is rather talented, but I happen to have overall attractiveness. I mean, have you seen me?" I twirl on the spot. "I'm a perfect ten."

Arthur's rooted to the spot. My, my, has he only just realised? I laugh, but it's such a shame I'm going to have to let this guy down so soon. I mean, I'm not homophobic, I'm just not gay.

"Did you just say..." Arthur begins slowly, "Did you just say that your mouth is rather talented?" I watch as the amusement pans out on my roommates face. Fuck.

"No."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't."

"Well, as long as you don't elaborate on your talents. I'd rather not hear it, you know?"

"Shut up, Artie."

All the amusement is drained from Arthur's face as his expression turns into one of disgust. "Don't call me that." With those words, he's out of the door. You know like I said I could probably listen to that guy speak all day? I take it back. He'd just say mean things. The asshole.

Lovino seems to be getting on well with his roommate. I mean, Lovino's just ranting about him, but he's given the guy the affectionate nickname of "tomato bastard", and Lovino loves tomatoes, so essentially the nickname is "my one true love / bastard" which is the best you'd get with Lovino, really, since he's not one for romantic gestures. I mean, with girls he's great. The first time I saw him smile was when he was with a girl. But with boys, he's a bit more defensive. The kid's bisexual, and whilst he does get along better with girls, he told me he has a preference for boys.

Feliciano has also informed me of who he's bunking with. Apparently he's with his beefy friend, Ludwig, who has a less beefy brother, Gilbert, and then some guy called Rod? Roderich? Something like that. Feli thinks that I'd get on with Gilbert. Wait, actually, it might be the same Gilbert who has an ass similar to Lovino's. Does Feli think I'm friends with his brother just because of his shapely ass? Ouch. I am not that shallow. I like Lovino's shapely legs, too.

Of course, I'm just kidding. I'm actually meant to be listening to my English teacher, but I think it's best to let my mind wander during English lessons. I mean, it's all about creativity, right? Besides, I need to think of some words that Mr Fancy Pants won't even know. I mean, my brother speaks French. Oh, crap, I completely forgot to check if my brother's settled in well. Maybe I can ask him at lunch. Then he can teach me a French word or two. Maybe I could ask Lovino and Feli some Italian words! Artie sure as hell won't know Italian!

If I wasn't eager enough for lunch before, I sure am now. Mattie fits in well enough with the Vargas bros and Kiku, so I'm sure he'll be fine sitting with us. If he hasn't made new friends already. Like, I hope he has and all, but I could really use his French knowledge right now. So, when I spot my dear bro entering the dinner hall, I make my way to him with a grin on my face.

"Mattie!" I beam, "Wanna sit with us?"

"Okay..." God, Matthew has such a bad habit of speaking softly. What's even up with that? I can hardly ever hear him.

"By the way, Mattie," I begin as I lead him to our table, "Can you teach me some French?"

"Like what?" Again, so quiet.

"Something mean."

Mattie ponders for a moment, before settling on, "Je t'aime."

"What does that mean?" I ask, racking my brains on where I've heard such a phrase before. It sounds pretty similar.

"I hate you." Matthew smiles faintly at me.

"Je t'aime," I repeat it, grinning back, "Thanks, Mattie! Lovino, Feli, have you got any Italian insults I can throw at my roomie?"

"Vita mia!" Feliciano proposes with a smile.

"Cesso." Lovino says bluntly. I make a mental note of the phrases. Man, Arthur is going to get beaten tonight. Not in a physical way, of course. That would be wrong of me to start of a fight. No, he's going to get owned.

I chat to Mattie about how he's settling in. Apparently his roommate is French, and so the two can have conversations in perfect French and Matthew likes it because he prefers speaking French to English, but no one else really knows much of the language. Pfft. Since when did my brother become such a nerd? If I had known sooner, I would have saved him from being such a dweeb.

That being said, Mattie thinks that I'm a dweeb. He doesn't say it out loud, but whenever he'd catch me watching anime or reading fanfiction (that Kiku wrote for me to review I swear) or just anything of the like, Mattie would just let out a soft little laugh. When I asked him what he was laughing at, Mattie just smiled and told me how amazing I am. I asked him if he could elaborate on that (okay, so I learnt what elaborate meant that day and so I tried to use it as much as possible, sue me) and he just laughed again and said something about how I'm a completely different person at home than in public. Which is true. Even Kiku has told me so.

Which isn't really a good thing. Especially now that I have a roommate. I mean, so far only Mattie and Kiku are aware of how much of a loser I truly am. Lovino doesn't know that I love anime and all of that stuff, and he thinks I only read fanfiction when it's Kiku writing it. Hell, Lovino doesn't even know I wear contacts, and I'm sure as hell never going to tell him. I look awful in glasses. I hope Arthur doesn't find out, either. But that's gonna be a whole lot harder since he's my roommate and all.

I hope Arthur's not in our room right now. I need to hide my comic books and video games before he finds them. Do I have a lesson next? I don't really know. It wouldn't matter to miss just one lesson, anyway. Kiku can fill me in on anything important.

The great thing about Lovino is that he is also an undercover loser. Sure, the dude hides it in a different way, but if I propose the idea of watching High School Musical, I know he's sure as hell joining me. Lovino's next class is in about an hour and a half, which is just long enough to get through one of the movies, and I don't have any for the rest of the day. I stuff all my guilty pleasures under my bed (I bet you're thinking of porn, you disgusting little creature) whilst Lovino sets up the DVD. He chose the second one. High School Musical 2 does have the best songs. Besides, Lovino is still pretty worked up over his roommate, who apparently won't stop flirting with him, so I hope watching a movie will help take Lovino's mind off of things.

Which it does. Soon enough, the two of us are singing loudly along to the movie. It seems Lovino and I have an unspoken agreement that whenever we duet, he's all the male voices and I'm all the female voices. I guess that's just something he's used to with Feliciano, though, since Feli's voice is automatically very high and that would have left all the male roles to Lovino. Of course, this doesn't stop him from singing along to 'Fabulous', and it sure as hell doesn't stop him from mimicking Sharpay's dance. I'm doing the exact same, though, so I can't even tease him about it. Once we reached Sharpay's and Troy's duet, Lovino is perfect at recreating Troy's confused and slightly terrified expression as I lean against him.

Obviously, Lovino and I don't sing along to 'I Gotta Go My Own Way' because that song is absolutely heartbreaking. We may or may not be crying too much to sing. Can you blame us? It's a sad song. Once the song is over, Lovino wipes at his face and leaves me in order to go to class. I tell him to text me later and Lovino grunts that he will.

I continue the movie on my own. I'm sure you must expect that since Lovino is no longer with me, I must have lost the heart to sing loudly.

Oh, how wrong you are.

The next song is 'Bet On It' and it's my favourite song from the entire movie. So, like anyone else would, I stand up. I've seen this movie hundreds of times. I know this song like the back of my hand, and the same statement goes for the dance.

So, here I am. Dancing and singing very dramatically in my shared room, mirroring Zac Efron's actions perfectly. Suddenly he's skipping and twirling and jumping, and so am I. Finally I take the final stance, my legs apart and fists in the air, and that's when I begin to breath heavily.

"Wow." Oh shit. I turn to see my roommate who's stood leaning against the frame of the doorway. There's a smug little grin on his face.

"How..." I begin nervously, trying not to let my embarrassment and horror show on my face, "How much did you see?"

"I opened the door when you started singing the 'Did you ever' sentences." Arthur enters the room, still amused. "Honestly, do you never notice when the door's open?"

I groan, ignoring his question and returning to sitting down on my bed as I finish the movie. Really, how did I not see him? I did a whole ton of spinning and running around the room. If I'd been wearing my glasses, I probably would have noticed. But then he would have seen me in glasses. Really, god does hate me...

Arthur plops himself down next to me on my bed. When I shoot him a confused look, he cocks his head and raises an eyebrow. "What?" He frowns, "I doubt you're going to turn it off and so I'll be forced to listen to it, so I might as well watch it, too."

"You like these kind of movies?" I ask. Arthur rolls his eyes at me.

"Define 'these kind of movies'."

"Romantic comedies."

There's a pause. Arthur's hesitating. Finally, there is a mumbled "yes", followed by "now hush, Chad and Troy are rekindling their friendship."

I guess this guy might not be too awful. Perhaps he'll even duet with me. I mean, I doubt he will at first, but he'll probably fall in love with me eventually. I'll ask Kiku about it. He's an expert on these kind of relationships. At least, he writes them really well.

A/N:
I strongly believe that Alfred and Lovino are losers who became besties due to spending weekends watching chick flicks. I've decided this fic is probably going to be a tad similar to Switch Girl (in the sense that Alfred comes off as amazing and all that to his peers, but is actually the worlds biggest loser, and Arthur comes off as gross and all that to his peers, but is actually amazing) but I'm not entirely sure yet. Also, I think Lovino would have a deeper singing voice. Again, it's just something I think. Plus, Alfred would totally be proud for be able to hit high notes. C'mon. If it makes it any clearer as to how Alfred didn't see Arthur, it's because the movie was on his laptop and he placed the laptop on his bed so he could watch as he danced (though he did close his eyes for added dramatic effect). Also, I have no idea how schools work. Obviously. So classes are going to be all over the place. Sorry.
Oh, by the way, I know "je t'aime" is I love you, and not I hate you. And "vita mia" means "my life." But Alfred doesn't know that they're not insults, question is, though, does Arthur know?;)