Wrote this in maths xD. I was going to upload sooner, but I left my notebook. Thankfully I remembered to take it home xD
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Arthur checked his guitar,while Alfred attempted to learn violin. Huffing,Arthur put the guitar away and began walking out of the Music Room. "Hey,Artie! Waaaait! Where ya goin'? Don't leave me heree!" "I'm going to the library,twat!" Arthur hissed,bitter with annoyance. "I don't know how to get back to the Theatre Hall!" "Fine. I'll walk you over there." Arthur snapped. The Music student faced Alfred, arms crossed defiantly over his chest, eyes blazed with fury,trademark scowl on his face. Alfred felt himself blushing,and he scrambled to put the violin away. Alfred didn't want Arthur to see him blush. He just couldn't get the English teen's looks out if his head. He was just so gorgeous with his eyes and golden blond hair. Alfred took a few deep breaths before exiting the storage room and walking over to Arthur. Said teenager sighed and held the door open for Alfred "Thanks,bro!" "...Let's just go." Arthur followed him out and turned down into the main hall.
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It took 30 minutes of wandering for the pair to find the Theatre Hall. "Here you go,Alfred." "Thanks!" "My pleasure." Arthur slotted himself a small smile to escape his lips and Alfred's breathe caught. Then the blond haired musician turned and disappeared down a corridor,on his way to the library. 'He...smiled!' Alfred thought 'It was gorgeous..' Alfred felt his breath come back. It was breath-taking! "Ah,hallo Alfred. You seem to be in l'amour,non?" "Go away, Francis." Francis laughed and dragged Alfred into the Theatre room "Let's go! We're practicing a play right now and we need you." Alfred sighed "Fine."
Arthur sat,engulfed in his book. The library wasn't busy,so Arthur remained undisturbed. Until Ivan and his gang entered. "Hey retard." Ivan grabbed the book from Arthur's hands and hurled it across the library. "What the hell do you want?" Arthur glared at Ivan, earning him a forceful shove that sent him onto the ground. The Chinese boy,apparently Ivan's boyfriend, Yao laughed and yanked Arthur to his feet by his shirt. Ivan punched Arthur in the stomach,laughing. "Oof-what the bloody hell did I do to you,Ivan, for me to deserve this?" Yao dropped Arthur and the Brit crumpled down, clutching his stomach. Ivan kicked his gut once,before leaving,his henchman following. Thinking about it, Arthur realised that no one liked him. His own older brother even bullied him and hated him. "Ugh" Arthur groaned,his stomach in pain. "Shit." Arthur clambered over to his book,pressing it to his chest. He wheezed as he remembered the reason why his brother hated him and he lived in the dorms at his school. When their little brother Peter died,Arthur was blamed and his family practically disowned him. He was never invited to family events or get togethers. Arthur curled up,moaning quietly. He heard someone enter,and he retreated back "A-Artie?" Arthur glanced up to see Alfred. He jumped up,trying to hide the pain in his stomach. "What happened?" "Nothing." Arthur looked away, not meeting Alfred's gaze. The Brit shouldered past Alfred, hiding his eyes with his blond hair. But Alfred grabbed his hand. "Let go of me!" Arthur pulled at his hand, his voice rising. "Tell me what happened. Why are you holding your stomach?" "Ivan and his clique bullied me,okay? I'm perfectly fine,now let go of m-me!" Arthur's voice cracked "You aren't 'fine' Arthur." Alfred replied "This has to stop before you get seriously injured!" "I told you I'm fine! Stay OUT of my business! Besides, no one would even care if I died..." Arthur yanked his hand free and stormed out,just as the bell rung. "A-Artie.." Alfred's voice trailed off
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Matthew frowned. Someone ha clearly misused his violin, and put it away wrong, so he was off to ask his brother about it,knowing his was in the Music room earlier. Matthew knocked on the on the door and Francis opened it. Matt instantly turned red at stared down at his feet. "What can I do for you,Mattie?" The blond-haired Frenchman asked. "U-uh...can I ta-" Francis put a finger under Matt's chin and tilted his head up,so their eyes met. "Ah,much better. Now could you repeat that?" Francis had a flirty smile on his face. "W-where is A-Alfred?" Matthew stammered,his face hot. "He's gone off somewhere,but you're more than welc-" The bell rung,signaling the end of the free practice time. "Shall we walk to classes together, mon amour? You do have World Government,non?" Now they all had normal classes that mixed all the students together. "Uh, yeah I do. I'll walk with you," Matthew,being a speaker of French and his required language class was French, understood what 'mon amour' meant. He blushed and the pair started walking. "So why do you need to see your brother?" "I think he played my instrument." "Ah, did you happen to see Arthur on your way here?" Matthew shook his head "I saw him in the Music room earlier, but other than that ,no." "Thanks. I'm a bit worried, you know?" Francis ran a hand trough his wavy blonde hair and Matthew bit his lip, looking at the ground. He didn't want to stare at Francis. He didn't even know if Francis was into guys. Or into him. But Matthew had heard that Francis swung both ways. "S-so...do you like theatre?" Matthew asked, breaking the silence that had settled upon them. "Ah. Yes. It's exhilarating! I love being the spotlight! The centre of everyone's adoration." Francis mused. "And how is music for you, mon amour?" "Music is great! Some of us are going to start a band." "Oh! Wonderful!" Francis started, but he never finished his thought, for the other two members of the Bad Touch trio arrived. Matthew watched as an albino wrapped his arm around Francis' shoulder and smirked "Sup Francy Pants!" Gilbert cackled. Francis rolled his eyes and Antonio walked on Francis' other side "Hola Francis. Who is that with you?" Francis turned to Matthew. "That's Mattie." he purred cheekily. "Is he your boyfriend?" Matthew blushed and stared at the ground. Francis laughed "Introduce yourselves!" The Frenchman grinned. "I'm Gilbert! And this is Gilbird." he showed Matthew his bird. "I'm Antonio. Nice to meet ya!" Antonio dug his elbow into Francis' side and smirked.
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Arthur ran down the hall, going against the flow of students. He was trying to get to his class, but the mass of students made the task virtually impossible. He reached his class, Algebra, in about ten minutes,therefore classifying him as late. He looked frazzled when he burst into the class late and the class erupted into laughter. Arthur's tie was lose, and his sweater vest all messed up. His hair,however, remained its normal untamable self. "I'm sorry for being late." Arthur began to explain, only to be cut off "Just sit down, Mr. Kirkland." His teacher marked the tardy down in his book. "Let's get this lesson started then.". Arthur obeyed his teacher and rushed to his spot,ignoring the laughter and insults thrown his way. He settled down into his seat and focused on the teacher,not actually paying attention or processing the teacher's words. His mind was on Ivan and his gang. And Alfred for some reason. The pesky, childish Theatre major. Arthur had no idea why he couldn't get him out of his head. Arthur,of course, didn't actually believe the American cared about him, because he was so stubborn. He thought that maybe Alfred wanted to get into his pants. "Arthur? What does x equal?" His teacher's voice boomed. "Uh...twenty-seven?" he guessed. "No. The correct answer was seventy-five. You would have known if you were paying attention." The class laughed.
"Y-yes. " Arthur's face burned red with embarrassment. He flipped open his book and kept his attention on the teacher.
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Alfred sighed,clearly not listening to the World Government lecture. His mind was stuck on the blond-haired musician. Why was he bullied? Alfred was determined to find out, and stop it if possible. But Arthur always pushed others away, so he needed to find out from someone else. Perhaps Ivan. Alfred almost laughed at the idea of talking with the terrifying Russian. The bell rung shrilly and classes dismissed. It was now time for Spanish, Alfred's chosen language to learn.
When Alfred sat in his seat, he was greeted by the shy and timid Lithuanian boy, Toris. "Hey,bro!" Alfred grinned. "Hello, Alfred. How are you?" "Ehh..fine." "You sur-" Toris was interrupted when his boyfriend, Feliks entered "Oh, heeeyy Alfred!" the blond Polish boy said,in a sing-song voice. He plopped down in his seat and began fiddling with his books. Then the teacher finally walked in. She was an average size and had soft brown eyes and light brown hair, in a wisp around her face. She smiled and spoke in Spanish. Then she reverted to English and began scribbling all over the board. "Today, we'll be presenting your reports that were to be done in Spanish." Shit! Alfred had forgot to do his. He slunk down in his seat slightly as Lukas went up and read his. The class clapped when he was done,then Lukas returned to his seat. "Good! Alfred would y-" She was interrupted by a loud crash from the room next door and a slew of angry curses. "YOU SON OF A BITCH FROG FACE! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" it was Arthur's voice. Alfred thanked him for distracting the teacher. The teacher rushed out and the French class was an uproar. Huh. So Arthur had French with Francis and Matthew. Alfred smirked as he heard the teachers trying to pry the angry musician from the French actor. He heard Arthur protest as the Spanish teacher took him to her room. The teachers decided to put Arthur on a different room for the rest of class. Arthur sat down in a seat and huffed, glaring out the window. Alfred fidgeted, unable to concentrate with Arthur there.
Alfred was given an extra day to finish his report. How he had gotten that day was a mystery. As soon as the bell rung, Arthur shot out of the room, before anyone had a chance to react. But when they did react, the halls were swarmed. Alfred made his way through the mass of students,struggling.
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The halls were now thinned out,most students off doing something or other. Alfred needed to get his P.E clothes. He stopped when he heard the sound of someone being shoved into the wall. Alfred peered over to see none other than Arthur,wincing as he sunk to the floor,against the wall. Ivan and his goons ran off. "Bloody fuck." Arthur spat through clenched teeth. "Artie?" "It's Arthur! Sod off!" Arthur stood and shoved past Alfred, down to his dorm.
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The next day, Arthur was informed that Francis had transferred to Music. "Why did he change all the sudden?" Arthur asked,as him ad Matt conversed. Matthew shrugged. "Maybe he could be in our band. Oh! So who all will be in the band? I'll play drums, you can do guitar and vocals and Kiku could play bass? I think Francis is going to learn bass and guitar. He asked me if you would teach him." Arthur blushed when he heard Francis' request, but shook it off blatantly. "Hmm..tell the frog that I will." "Great! Now about musi-" "Don't worry about music." Arthur interrupted "I got that taken care of." "Oh great. So do you want to play? I told Kiku and he's willing to play bass for us." "Good." Arthur nodded, plugging his guitar,that was decorated with the Union Jack, into the amp. Matthew sat at his drums. And Kiku conveniently walked in. He saw Matt and Artur and hurried to grab his bass and plug it in. Once he was done, the trio fooled around, not playing seriously. "Oh! Hello my fellow musical students!" It was the frog. Arthur cursed and frowned. "Hey there, Francis." Matthew murmured quietly "Hi,stupid frog. I'll teach you guitar. Do you have one to play?" "Yes. Shall we start now?" "Fine. Meet me in practice room A" Arthur snatched up his guitar and headed into the room. Francis followed suit.
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"So. To repeat the basics, this a C major." Arthur strummed said chord, Francis following. Arthur then played C major on the piano in the room "Mon ami! You play piano too?" "Yes, but that's beside the point! Concentrate!" The Brit snapped, showing Francis another chord. "Now, put your things away. We have our major-focused classes in five minutes. You'll be in Music Theory for your first class, with me." "Oui."
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When Alfred found out that Francis had switched to Music, he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous and disheartened. Francis got to spend time with Arthur. Arthur was teaching him for burgers' sake! Francis got his Major focused classes with Arthur. But wait! Why should Alfred even care? Alfred huffed and pushed up his glasses, which had slid down the bridge of his nose. He could hear the Music students as he passed down their hallway. He also heard Arthur yelling at someone and Alfred couldn't help himself. He walked I the door and peered in through the window to see Arthur snapping at Francis whistler unplugging his guitar from the amp. Francis was carrying his guitar in a case. Alfred gave a defiant snort and hacked away, hurrying to his Theatre History class.
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"Damn it!" Lovino Vargas, art student, slammed his palette down, frustrated. "Why can't I ever get this fucking painting right?" He glowered at his painting of tomatoes. Lovino wasn't satisfied. The tomatoes were lopsided. "Ugh." The hot headed Italian grabbed his supplies to put them away. In the process of cleaning up, Lovino didn't notice the Spanish teen standing outside the doorway to the art studio. "Lovi!" Antonio grinned and waved vigorously. "Go away, tomato bastard." Lovino hissed bitterly, cleaning the paint of his palette. "Aw c'mon! I just wanted to see you!" Lovino felt his cheeks grow red and he slammed the water off. "O-oh." Lovino replied,more quiet this time. "Well! Just wait!" Lovino muttered, putting away the paints. He left his painting on the easel and walked over to Antonio. "So now what?" "Well didn't you have something planned,bastard?" Antonio laughed at Lovino,placing a hand on the Italian's head. Lovino blushed and looked down "Let's just go eat lunch."
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Arthur frantically wrote down notes as the Music Composition teacher talked. Arthur was the only one in this class, as Matthew and the others had picked something else. The lecture seemed to drone on and on. Arthur had actually been writing a composition for the band to play. He needed to remind Matthew that they needed a name. Arthur, getting bored of writing notes, drew a staff with the Treble Clef. He had an idea for the guitar part and he placed notes on the staff, humming each note so e could hear it. 'Hmm...should I change the key signature?' Arthur thought, frowning. But then, when he had made his choice, the class ended and it was lunch time. Arthur raced out of the class and into the lunch room. He grabbed a sandwich and bottled water and rushed out,not wanting to repeat the spaghetti incident. He left before anyone could do anything to him and he made a beeline straight to his dorm.
When he got there, he took out his music that he was writing and worked tediously at it. He perfected the drum part and finished the bass part. Arthur grinned in sastifaction and then he finished the vocal and guitar parts,his parts to sing and play. Te bell signaled a free period and he scurried to the Music Hall. "Matthew! I finished writing a song we could play. Get everyone in the band." Arthur hadn't even noticed Alfred standing next to his brother, or Francis. Matthew nodded and ran off. Arthur rummaged through the music storage and got his amp and guitar. He plugged up the guitar and waited. Matt returned with Kiku and himself. "Now. The song needs flute and some trumpet, but we'll be okay just playing this. Alright, look at your music that I handed out and tell me when you're ready." Arthut sighed a bit and muttered "Yes. You can stay and watch Alfred and the Frog." "I'm ready." Matt murmured, grabbing his drumsticks "As am I." Kiku adjusted his bass guitar.
"One. Two Three!" Arthur shouted and the music started.
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"Woah! Artie, you wrote that?" Arthur nodded "Yes. It took me a bit, but I did." "How do you do it?" "Well..I pay attention in Music Composition class. I'm the songwriter for our unnamed band." Arthur set his guitar down "oh! That's right. What will we call this band?" Matthew chimed in.
Alfred jumped up "How about Maple,Rice, and Tea!" "...you're kidding me, right?" Arthur frowned. Matthew shrugged "I kind of like it. The name represents our countries. Japan, England, and Canada." "Oui,but I wish to join your band!" Francis smiled. Arthur rolled his eyes "Call it Maple,Rice,Tea and Frogs then." Francis lightly punched the side of Arthur's arm. "Can I join?" Alfred asked. Arthur sighed "Can you play an instrument?" "Well...no." "Can you sing?" "Yeah!" Alfred perked up. Arthur took a breath. "Well, we could call it Red, White, and Blue..."
"Sounds good!"
"Hai, I like it."
"Mmkay"
"Perfect."
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End chapter two.