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.

The next couple of days were tense, at least for Arthur they were. Alfred continued on with his norm, acting like he didn't notice the empty desk in front of him or how he bluntly ignored James' frequent calls to him. Arthur watched from afar, feeling like that was the only thing he could do at this point. To get involved would mean having to choose a side, and honestly he would most likely go to Kiku's side in defense for Alfred's actions. Of course, doing so would mean that he would be suspicious, thus having Alfred snoop around him until finally finding out about his secret. From there, Arthur would shudder and clamp down such wandering thoughts, not wanting to even begin on what Alfred would do to him. By the end of the week, Kiku finally returned. To say things went smoothly would be a lie.

It was during gym class when it happened. Alfred was not as excited as usual. A dapper mood fell over him that morning class and he couldn't dismiss it away like occasionally. So, being utterly pissed at everything imaginable, he quickly slung on his gym clothes and strutted out into the court, his mouth pressed into a thin line. He winced slightly once catching eyes with Kiku, and he quickly contorted his face into a glare, silently daring the other to make a move. Kiku sighed noticeably before wobbling over to James who now exited the changing rooms himself. Alfred watched disgusted as the couple embraced. They whispered softly to each other, looking so tender together that some people stopped and looked on them. Kiku blushed at the attention, looking up at James and smiling reassuringly before pushing him away gently and waving him off. James walked past Alfred nimbly and the two held glares with each other for a short moment before turning their separate ways.

Alfred glanced once more at Kiku before allowing his eyes to fall onto a certain Brit. Arthur sat a few feet or so away from Kiku, reading a thick covered book with a smile plastered onto his lips. Alfred was shocked, having not really seen the Briton this happy before. Curiosity getting the better of him, he sauntered forward, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. It's not like Arthur would even notice him there though; the book was so engrossing, so interesting that temporarily Arthur forgot he was even in school. The book having been taken from his old school before leaving, gave Arthur a sense of pride of having such great literature, not to mention leaving him a home like feeling. He sighed, turning the page, his mossy eyes flowing against the words feverishly. What he didn't expect next was for Alfred's face to be propped up very close onto his shoulder, peering down at the words as if they were a jigsaw puzzle. Arthur yelped softly, closing the book quickly and holding it against his chest.

"W-What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He exclaimed, scooting away and fully facing the American. Alfred giggled mischievously, his sour mood somewhat forgotten as he began to tease the other. He made a grab for the book but failed when Arthur squealed once more, crawling even farther away. Alfred sighed, settling for a small, stubborn pout and sitting down with his knees pulled up to his chest.

"Man~ you're not fun at all." He muttered, starting to sway as he sat there, watching the boy. Arthur raised an eyebrow and scoffed, turning to the side so that his legs would hang off and that his back was straight. He opened the book once more, glaring down at it.

"I'm not supposed to be fun, you git. I'm not supposed to be even in this class."

"Yeah, about that…Why did you faint that one time?" Alfred inquired, tilting his head to the side and smirking as the other's face became silly. Arthur could feel a mortified blush seize the apples of his cheeks and he slammed the book to his face, stuttering into it, hoping that the warmth would fade away.

"T-The nurse said something about m-me being Anaemic….I highly doubt it though."

"Anaemic, you mean like with all that blood and shit?"

"Precisely."

"Awesome~" Alfred drawled out, inching himself closer until he could finally grab hold of the book. He laughed victoriously; dodging Arthur's swinging hands and jumping up. He felt around the book, seeing how it was to hold it in his hands. He scrunched up his face, flipping the book over and reading the title aloud.

"The Mythology of Monsters." He read in a monotone voice, later bursting into laughter at the title. Arthur huffed, stealing his book back and holding it protectively in his arms. With a cutting glare etched onto his face he shook his head at the other.

"I-It's a good book, alright? Stop laughing!"

"Y-You seriously can't be into all that fake shit, right?" Alfred wheezed, clutching onto his sides as he continued to laugh. Arthur's face fell from the glare, his façade breaking ever so slightly as he looked down at the book with a pained expression flitting across his face.

"I…I love mythology." He mumbled, feeling his face heat up once more. Alfred stopped laughing once double taking the others expression and he sighed, walking over and patting the other on the head the way an adult would to a child.

"Sorry Artie…It's cool, I guess, all the monster crap and stuff. " He chuckled, ruffling the already messed up blond hair and jumping down from the stairs as the teacher called the whistle. "Maybe someday you can tell me all about it, hey?" Alfred called over his shoulder as he continued to walk away. Arthur was dumbstruck, left blinking and trying to comprehend what had just happened. He groaned softly to himself and sat back down, hiding his face once more into the thick, rigged pages of his book. To be blushing from such a small action was maddening and most of all annoying; there was no need to be embarrassed! Nothing could ever, and would never happen between them. With another sigh, Arthur lowered his book to watch as their class commenced. Only then did he see Kiku waving him over, a gentle smile pulling up the corners of his lips. Arthur hesitated before slipping down the stairs and beside the Asian.

"Hello there, Kiku. I see you're feeling better." The boy said cheerfully, trying to keep things causal as he looked out upon the class. Kiku chuckled softly from behind his hand, nodding.

"Hai, and who should I thank for that? You basically saved me that day, Arthur-san, thank you. "Arthur flushed at the others words, fumbling among them as Kiku bowed once from where he sat. "Also, it seems Alfred-kun and you have become good friends." He mused on, smiling softly as he watched their class gather together finally to start. Arthur frowned at the thought of it and shook his head hastily.

"N-No, we're not friends. At least, I don't believe we are…" He trailed off, sighing softly before he too began to pay more attention to the class.

"Okay, everyone gather around!" The teacher called out, looking more intimidating and tall even once surrounded by larger students. She held to her side a medium sized crimson red ball, a stand filled with identical balls sitting behind her. She tossed the ball in the air, catching it with a bored look in her eyes as she flickered over the small crowd. "Today you're going to be playing dodge ball-"

"Isn't that some game we played when we were in grammar school?" An obnoxious voice called out accompanied with a smirking face. The teacher tilted her head to the side shortly before chucking the ball at the boy. He hesitated, causing him to trip in his step and to get hit by the ball. Snickers fell over the crowd, but the teacher's cool look never failed. She turned on her heel, stalking towards the cage holding the other balls and she tipped it over. It fell with a loud, creaking thud and the students watched as the balls tumbled over, beginning to roll away.

"As I said, we're doing dodge ball today. It's a game you all know, I am sure, and it'll keep you occupied. I have a small task I need to take care of for the most part of our class and I expect you people to be old enough and mature enough to take care of the game yourselves." Her voice carried, never wavering nor breaking out of its bland tone. Her glare flashed through the crowd once more before she nodded and walked away. The students there stood somewhat awkwardly for a few moments, waiting for some leader to come out and organize the game.

"Allllllrighty then," Alfred called out, a grin slipping up onto his face with ease. He grabbed hold of a ball and smirked. "Let's play some ball!"

Within the hour, the game had gone from just playful tactics to full on war. Alfred's team stood tall and proud, their skills so obvious it made Arthur wince just watching them. James stood on the other team's side, carefully dodging the flying balls and glaring whenever one whizzed past his head. It was almost undeniable to admit that Alfred was mainly aiming for the Kiwi, and for this James was slowly but surely getting pissed off. Alfred chucked another one at him, to which James was quick to jump away from it. Picking up another one that was dully rolling by, James threw back his arm and aimed squarely for the American's head. Alfred caught it perfectly, lowering it down from his face and cocking an eyebrow. Their eyes met and the two exchanged sour looks. Looking around, Arthur could see that James was basically the only one left on the court. He swallowed thickly, out of fear for the other. With quick persimmon, Alfred threw the ball, grunting softly as he did so. James braced himself for it, ready to catch it but flipped his head to the side to face whoever called out to him.

"Hey, faggot!"

The ball hit James on the cheek, knocking him back as shock fell over him. He stumbled as he walked backwards and he fell down onto his back. A burst of laughter filled the air and Alfred placed his hands on his hips, laughing loudly at winning for his group. Arthur gasped, quickly looking over at Kiku. The small Asian looked as if he was torn apart. He wanted to go out and help his boyfriend up but he knew that doing so wouldn't help either of them. Arthur's lips pursed out as he watched the American continue to laugh loudly when suddenly the ball came flying back, hitting him in the stomach. Doubling over, Alfred groaned, looking up to find James standing up again, rubbing his cheek gently. He huffed lightly, standing back straight and cracking his neck.

"What was that for?"

"Nothing really."

The tension stood thick between them, screaming out and pushing away anybody that dared to interfere. Arthur and Kiku sat off to the side, quick to share a look of anxiety as they watched. Alfred scoffed, turning his head away and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Whatever, I don't have to take anything from a fucking queer." He muttered, turning on his heel and beginning to laugh again, waving off the hit and dismissing it breezily. James cracked; picking up another ball, he threw it hard, managing to succeed and hit Alfred on the back of his head. Alfred stopped in his tracks, flinching a bit at the abrupt attack. He clenched his jaw together before turning around and quickly tearing through the small distance between them. He tackled the other, bringing him to the ground. Standing up hastily, despite his injuries, Kiku called out for his boyfriend and tried to waddle over to the two. Arthur grabbed hold of Kiku's shoulder and held him back; the last thing anyone needed was to get in between those two.

Alfred pinned the other down, growling and punching him in the face. He wasn't expecting James to fight back, which the Kiwi did by kicking the other off. Quickly standing back up, James breathed out heavily, flicking away the blood dribbling out of his nose. Alfred allowed the anger to play with his mind and he went in for another blow. The students were instantly around the two raging teenagers, cheering and chanting, anticipation raised high in the air.

James threw out a punch himself, narrowly grazing it against the boys jaw. Alfred's head flew back before he snapped it back, roaring slightly as he offered a kick, landing on the Kiwi's knee. James moaned out of pain, crouching down lightly and holding onto his knee tenderly. Arthur could feel Kiku struggling to get away to run over but he held on even tighter. Alfred sneered down at the other, giving another harsh punch to his face. He reached out, taking the other by his shirt and practically lifted James up till he was standing. Alfred scrunched up his face, his eyes cold and unyielding as he held James'

"You make me sick."

James narrowed his eyes and brought up his knee, causing Alfred to buckle over once more. He grimaced as he felt the others body weight land against his however he held them up.

"I know." He muttered back in Alfred's ear, before pushing away and attempting to walk away.

"Oh, we're not done here, buddy!" Alfred yelled, stalking forward and reaching out to yank at the others hair when out of nowhere a foot was stuck out in front of him, tripping him and causing Alfred to fall face first on the floor. The teacher stood above him, her thin eyebrow twitching from anger. She slowly opened her eyes, first resting them on the two injured teens, one fidgeting to rush over to his beloved boyfriend and one ghostly pale in the face. She flickered her cold gaze onto the other students until reluctantly pulling them back onto James and Alfred, the two boys wheezing and beaten up.

"Dean's office. Now." She demanded, grabbing the cuff of Alfred's shirt and lifting him up from the ground. He yelped softly as she pushed him and James towards the double doors that were still opened from her rushing in. Alfred grunted again, looking over his shoulder and focusing his gaze onto Arthur as he walked out. All Arthur could do was breath out shakily and sink back down onto the bench, his hold on Kiku loosing and otherwise releasing the worried boy. He looked on as Kiku limped his way out the door, calling out James name as he followed. With trembling hands, Arthur ran a tired hand through his hair and shook his head. This was getting to be too much, and it was the only the first week of his coming to Le Monde Academy. To his dismay, he was beginning to regret his parents decision.

AN;

I am sorry for being late. -le sobs- A lot of things have happened to me this week...So I've been too busy. I hope you liked the chapter~ Please review and tell me if you think I need any improvement! Thank you!

Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya.