Warning; This story will contain violence, smut, coarse language and homophobic behavior. Please keep in mind that this is all fictional and that the author doesn't approve of such antics. You have been warned. Please keep all this in mind as you read.

._. I'm surprised I even got this chapter done; it was a real struggle! I'm serious! Ack. But I'm happy that I finally got it done, because now the good chapters can finally begin~ D Enjoy~

Arthur felt like smacking himself upside his head as he tried to apprehend why he even agreed to having that daft American show him around. He was barely even paying attention as they walked through one of the open courtyards, the ending of summer thick in the air as painted leaves from autumn began to fall. He could feel his hands trembling from the weight of the pressure he was getting from himself, his verdant mossy eyes refusing to meet sky blue. He swallowed thickly, gnawing on his bottom lip violently as Alfred yammered on wildly, his callow voice dribbling down in between the two and breaking apart Arthur`s frantic thoughts.

"As I was saying, Le Monde can be a'ight for the most part, ya just have to get used to the system we have here is all." He said with a tiny grin seemingly stuck on his face.

"A-And what systems are you talking about exactly?" Arthur blinked, stopping his walking and inclining his head to the side in question. Alfred stopped in his tracks, turning on his heal and leaning against the brick wall as he thought for the golden words. A frigid wind ran by, tugging at the boys uniforms and seeping into their clothing, causing Arthur to shiver.

"Simple enough, ya see. There are basically two groups at this school. People placed in the good group will have a rich, fulfilling life. The others, obviously, will go through hell. As long as I see to it they will." He winked to finish off, pushing off the wall and beginning to walk once more.

"Wait, I still don`t fully understand what you're trying to say!" Arthur called back out, his bushy eyebrows furrowing together as he tried to comprehend what the teenager was saying. He couldn't mean that…gays wouldn't be accepted in this society out of high school as well, did he? He watched patiently as Alfred sighed dramatically, turning back around and striding forward to the Brit. He towered over Arthur in a sort of menacing way, despite not really meaning too. The subject irked him to no end because in Alfred's opinion, gays shouldn't even be acknowledged, let alone discussed about. The warmth in his eyes vanished, his jaw clenching together painfully as he spat out the words.

"Do you understand English? It's pretty obvious dude about who I am talking about." Arthur continued to play dumb, shaking his head at the other. Alfred scoffed, giving the Briton a staggering look.

"I'm talking about fags, idiot! They're fucking filthy and don't deserve to be happy." He seethed, setting his glare to the ground as to not frighten the student even further. Arthur held back a shuddering gasp, closing his eyes and collecting his thought's quickly. 'It is going to be fine, Arthur. He doesn't know about you, he isn't even suspicious. Calm down and act cool.' He muttered to himself silently, reopening his eyes and setting on his usual frown onto his face. He stuck his trembling hands in his pockets and gave a short scoff himself.

"Ah, I see. I couldn't agree more." He lied, pretending to be infatuated by the variety of flowers nearby, sprouting out and looking lively despite the cold weather. Their alluring foreign colours didn't do much to distract him, but it was better than looking at the fuming American. Plus, it helped calmed his nerves, reminding him of the many gardens back in England he used to visit. Alfred softened his expression, raising his eyebrows before smirking, like a little boy caught by his parents.

"Dude, you agree with me?" He said, not really as a question. With that he stepped around Arthur, slinging his arm around the other's shoulders and giving a light push forward so they could continue walking. "I think we'll get along pretty well, don't cha think?" He laughed as he stirred them around the corner and back into the building. Arthur gave a nervous chuckle, nodding.

"Yeah, you're right, we'll be the best of pals before y-you know it…" He cleared his throat and glanced down at his watch. "H-Hey, isn't it about time we had out next class?" Alfred's entire mood perked up at that, laughing loudly and rushing them even further into the building as the bell rang out, signalling the end of lunch.

"Hah, I guess you're right. It sucks for you though, since ya didn't get a chance to meet my friends." Alfred hollered loudly as he tried to speak between the chaos of conversations and the busyness of the hallway. Students turned to gawk at the two, wondering why such popularity was okay being seen together with a grumpy transfer student. Arthur felt his face flush somewhat, beginning to ponder on what was so cool about the American. During so he missed what Alfred had said and he blinked a few times to clear his head.

"What was that?"

"Dude, listen. I was talking about how our next class is gym~ isn't that fucking awesome? I love gym!" Alfred gushed as they finally entered the dynamism, causing Arthur's breath to be taken away by the mere size of it.

"Bloody hell, this the first time I've seen such exquisite sports equipment in my entire life!"

"Is that supposed to be a compliment..? It's a weird compliment but meh, whatever. Just as long as you're excited." Alfred grinned, removing his arm from around the Brit and rushing over to the gym teacher; a petit looking thing with wide blue eyes and strawberry blond hair tied up tight into a high pony tail. She greeted Alfred with a searing look, like one seen on royalty when talking to someone less significant of them. Alfred said a few words before pointing over to Arthur who instantly stood up straighter and shuffled over to the two.

"Ah, hello there, Miss." He said, sending a futile little smile in hope it'd help ease the tension in the air. The teacher quirked an thin, perfect eyebrow at him and she pushed a smile that looked more like a grimace onto her lips.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Kirkland. I hope you're getting well-adjusted to our academy." Without so much as a pause, she turned over and began to instruct Alfred. "As for you, Mr. Jones, I'm hoping that you are welcoming him with warmth and kindness. I will not allow you to scare off any more students as of late." Alfred gave a cheeky grin, holding up his thumb and holding back laughter. The teacher scoffed, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

"I leave you in charge of showing Mr. Kirkland his gym locker and uniform. Don't disappoint me, Alfred." She warned with an icy gaze before leaving, stalking off to attend to today's lesson plan. Alfred gave a chuckle, patting the other on the back sympathetically.

"She seems like a bitch, doesn't she? She's really nice though, once you get to know her."

"I'd pay to see that happen." Arthur sighed, shrugging off the hand and giving a look to the other. "Aren't you going to show me my locker now, you twit?" With a short livid smirk, Alfred nodded, giving a push in the direction of the change rooms. Once there, Alfred brought the other to a bin, where he deposited a pair of dark shorts and a shirt seemingly dunked in its school colours; those being a golden yellow hue and a threatening dark blue.

"Over here are the lockers." Alfred mumbled, smacking his hand against the cold metal and grinning. "We should probably get change now, huh?" He asked, mostly to himself as swarms of other guys began to walk out, already cladded in their uniforms. Arthur nodded, stepping off into a corner not far from Alfred and stripping himself of his uniform. He stacked up his clothes neatly on the floor, like what any true gentleman would do, and hastily pulled on the gym strip. Once done, he picked up his clothes and held them to his chest, turning around and looking for Alfred.

"Alfred, where do I pu-" He stopped talking immediately, he voice being torn from his throat and ending in a girlish squeak as he caught sight of the boy before him. Alfred wasn't paying attention to anything in particular, his shirt torn off and thrown to the side. His chiselled chest looked deliciously enticing, his abs screaming for wandering fingers to touch them in intimacy. He stood there, shirtless and in his gym shorts, looking over his messages on his phone in a sort of lackadaisical way that didn't suit him. Arthur felt his entire body heat up, his thoughts coming to a halt and his vision beginning to blur. The shock of it all was too much for the boy and he felt his legs give way. His saw black before submitting into the dark, barely hearing the other scream out his name as his face finally slammed into the ground.

AN; I made Arthur faint because I could. There's your reason. Ahhh, no. He needs to leave for a little while until the next chapter. JUST YOU WAIT, I AM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT ONE! It should be up soon, probably tonight.

Also, I've been reading your guy's reviews and have been trying to keep them in mind while I write, because I want this story to be to your tastes as well, lovey's. So, please, if you have any suggestions or things you'd like to see more of in the story, leave a comment and I'll try and get back to you! Thank you!

Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya.