I guess you guys don't want to hear any boring details about my day. As if there's even a dull moment in my life! I tell ya, every second with me is an absolute blast. I mean, I'm a strong believer in the saying: "Life's only as boring as you are." Inspiring, don't you think?

Anyway, during my free roam of the courtyard (I swear I do go to class, and if anything interesting ever happens during one of my classes I promise I'll tell you) Kiku runs into me. He smiles politely and I offer to go for a walk with him. With Kiku it doesn't really matter if he wants to or not, because the dude's too damn polite to say no. Which is a problem, since so many people will try and take advantage of that. Not that being kind is a weakness. It's just some people are assholes, you know?

Kiku and I talk about nothing of much importance. I tell him what I liked about his fic, and what I think he should tweak a bit, and he asks if Arthur's found out about my loser side yet. Well, he didn't say that exactly, but it's what he meant. I reveal how Arthur walked in on me singing and dancing "Bet On It" and how I carelessly sang in the shower. Kiku sighs, but there's a smile on his face. I ask him how he's fitting in, and apparently he's made a new friend called Elizabeta. He met her the same way Lovino met me; Kiku caught her gay fanfiction. Gay fanfiction which he wrote, actually. Naturally, the two hit off and all that jazz. We continue to discuss this new anime Kiku has recently gotten into when we stumble into some blonde dude. The dude's about Arthur's height, except he looks nothing like Arthur. The dude's hair is wavy and reaches his shoulders, and there's a bit of a beard on his chin. Also, his eyes aren't as nice as Arthur's. They're blue.

The dude stares at me with a look of confusion before snapping his fingers. "You must be Alfred!" He has a heavy French accent.

"How do you know my name?" I can't help but be suspicious. I really don't want bad rumours going around the school.

"I'm Francis!" The dude says with a smile, "Mathieu's roommate!"

"How'd you know I'm his brother?" I return the grin. I guess Frenchy can't be all that bad, if he gets on with my brother. I mean, anyone can get along with Mattie, but no one gives him the chance. It's really kind of sad.

"You're just as handsome as he is! I mean, you're how I imagine he'd look without his glasses. If you wore glasses, you'd look identical to him."

"Francis!" I suddenly snap my fingers as his words from his previous sentence sink in. I've heard that name before! "Of course I know you! Are you the same Francis who knows Arthur?"

"You know Arthur?" Francis cocks his head, his smile being replaced with something similar but much more wicked. I nod my head.

"He's my roommate. Is he okay? I really want to be friends with him but I don't know how to go about it."

"Arthur's weird." Francis shrugs as he glances to the side. The lights hitting him in such a dazzling way. I think he planned it. "There's not much more to say. Actually, I'd just give up on him if I were you. Oh! I know it's a bit of a long shot, but do you by any chance know Antonio's roommate?"

"Lovino?"

"That's the one!" A small breeze picks at Francis' hair. I'm pretty sure this guy can manipulate the weather in order to make him look good. "Is he really as cute as Antonio says he is?"

"Depends on your type of guy, really," I shrug, "I mean, he's Italian. And he's got this little curl thing coming out of his head." I gesture to my own fly-away lock of hair, and I twirl my finger to show Lovino's is much longer.

"Well, I suppose Antonio wouldn't lie about someone being cute," Francis nods. I'm tempted to ask just what exactly Antonio has said about Lovino, but I'm still super curious about Arthur.

"Hey," I just want to know about my roomie, alright? Don't judge me, "What does Arthur like?"

"His type? Probably blondes." Francis flicks his hair. "But in general, he likes unicorns and embrodiary and all that Grandmother stuff. He listens to punk music and likes scary stories and is a huge believer in magic. If you're weird enough to want to be his friend, just talk to him about Harry Potter. Honestly, Arthur fits into every English stereotype, it's as if he's the country himself."

I nod, thank Francis for his time, and then we part ways. Kiku and I begin chatting again.

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"Arthur?" I glance to my roommate as I lay on my bed, "Do British people really eat beans on toast, or is that just a myth?"

"We do."

"And you have a queen?"

"Yep."

"Does the 4th of July piss you off?"

"Only when I see Americans make posts on all websites that poke fun at the English."

"But aren't all of the posts making fun of you Brits?"

Arthur's response isn't immediate. "Yeah," he finally says, "The 4th of July pisses me off. You're not going to be celebrating it, are you?"

"Of course I am."

Arthur groans, but he doesn't say anything.I allow silence to take over for a moment,watching as Arthur scrolls through his phone.

"Tea." I whisper the word, softly, and Arthur whips his head to face me. There's such an earnest look on his face, too! Like "tea? you have tea? I love tea! please! let me have some of your tea!" and you really can't blame me for bursting out laughing.

"What?" Arthur frowns, watching as I nearly fall off my bed from laughing.

"Your face," I pant, a new wave of giggles- no, not giggles, manly laughter, sets over me.

"Oh, yes, because that's not completely rude at all." I think Arthur rolls his eyes, but I'm laughing too much to see properly. "Alfred." There's concern in my roomie's voice, and I respond a little too quickly- which, of course, results with me falling flat on the floor. Silence takes over again, since I'm too embarrassed to talk and Arthur's probably being an ass and savouring the moment. And then he bursts out laughing.

Right. I'm not gay. I'm entirely straight. I like girls, trust me. But Arthur's laugh is the cutest thing I have ever heard. You can hear the way it bubbles and then erupts from his throat, and then it rolls off his tongue and just. His eyes are shut and his smiles huge and even those eyebrows of his are less intimidating. All in all, he just looks cute. No homo though. Really. I swear I'm not gay. The dude's just got a cute laugh. I'm gonna stop now. Oh, Arthur stops, too. Laughing, that is. Wait. I'm meant to be making friends with this guy! Like, I'm sure I can do it, but I don't even know how I became friends with people. It kind of just... happened, you know?

"So..." I'm still laying on the floor, "You like Harry Potter?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Wanna marathon the movies?"

Pause. "Why should I?"

"It's Harry Potter, man."

"How persuasive." Funnily enough, Arthur sets his phone aside and begins to move.

A/N: What am I doing? Where is this story going? Does it even make sense? I am so sorry.