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.

FINALLY I FINISHED. -dies-

The teachers grip on him was tight, daunt and refusing to let go as she tugged on Alfred's elbow sharply, leading the two boys to the Dean's office in the center of the school. Alfred kept his eyes glued to the windows lining up the long hallway, a stubborn pout pulling down his lips. Glancing over at James he scoffed; agitation ran through him and all he felt like doing was finishing the fight where it had left off. He was more than angry now, he was annoyed. Aimlessly he pulled his eyes away; glaring down at the ground as they finally neared the Dean's office he winced as the teacher pushed them in and sat them down, watching idly as she went over to talk with the secretary presented at a desk nearby. He leaned back into his chair, nonchalantly stuffing his hands in his pockets and tapping his foot against the floor. James crossed his arms against his torso, looking off into space and trying to ignore the other's fidgeting. The teacher left them shortly, leaving one last warning glance as she walked out the door. The secretary said a few words to the Dean before looking over the boys and smiling politely.

"The Dean will see you now." She spoke, her voice light and flitting. The two shared an equal gaze laced with venom before they both pushed off their chairs and gradually walked into the Dean's main office.

The room was grand, brandished off with the schools colours and hundreds of books and references stacked up against the walls. There was a couch that sat in front of the Dean's desk, looking out into the large window framing the wooden table and adding in natural light to the room. Alfred was hesitant as he sat back down again, gulping back whatever fear that tried to bubble over. He had been in the Dean's office before, and it wasn't much of a pleasant experience. It was intimidating and humiliating and the teen was beginning to regret even initiating the fight in the first place. The two watched somewhat nervously as the chair finally swerved around, exposing the Dean himself.

Dean Beilschmidt had a taunting, dark face with eyes that weren't anything but serious. His long, pale blond hair cascaded down his face, adding to the seemingly wildness that was carried within his presence. His face always seemed to be set into a disapproving frown, his eyes daring and voice booming throughout the small space. Dean Beilschmidt sat there, his hands pulled up onto the desk as he cradled his chin within the calloused fingers. Even without speaking the boys began to slowly panic over their situation. Who was to say that what the elder would do to them would be necessarily fair.

"…Boys," He finally spoke, his voice breaking through the wall between them and the others thoughts. "explain to me, separately, what happened. I want to know everything."

"Kiku!" Arthur called out, finally reaching the struggling teen in the middle of the hallway. Kiku's face pained and he stumbled, falling against the wall and positively wheezing.

"A-Ara ma… I couldn't catch up with them, they were moving too quickly." He laughed almost miserably, bending over and resting his palms on his knees. Arthur pulled his eyebrows together, tucking his book under his armpit and gently helping the other straighten back up.

"You wouldn`t of been able to follow them anyways, mate. " Arthur retorted lightly, patting the boy on the shoulder quickly. Chuckling once more, Kiku sighed, pursing out his lips.

"Hm…I'm still worried though. Alfred-kun really needs to control himself, ne?"

"I-I wouldn`t say that, exactly. This wouldn`t of happened if James hadn`t thrown the ball at his head…"

Kiku almost instantly turned his head to stare blankly at the Briton, his gaze burning into Arthur with an unreadable look.

"…What do you mean by that, Arthur-san?" He asked quietly, giving a considering look to the boy as the other sputtered.

"Nothing, nothing at all! I-I was just stating my opinion that's all."

"It sounds almost like you're defending Alfred-kun…" Kiku continued, breaking his usual veneer to give a knowing look to the Brit. Arthur was shocked by his expression, even more by Kiku's words. He flushed, playing around with his book and staring down at it. Why in God's name would he ever try and defend Alfred? It just didn`t add up, especially with the American`s actions. There was no reason why he should even be in this position! The bell suddenly rang, signalling the end of the class. Students were quick to file through the hallways, filling them up with useless noise and conversations. Kiku and Arthur continued to stare down at each other, one smiling and the other frowning out of confusion. Gradually, Kiku lifted up his hand and caught the others wrist, turning around and dragging Arthur behind him.

"Come on, we'll continue talking in the library; it's study block, isn`t it? We'll be okay if we don`t show up this one time." He spoke over his shoulder, tightening his grip somewhat as Arthur tentatively tried to wiggle out of it. Deeming it worthless to even fight against the injured boy, Arthur reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled through, hoping against hope that Kiku wasn`t on to him already.

Somewhere within their explanation, Dean Beilschmidt had gotten up from his desk, now pacing the room and adding more to the tension circling around in the air. The mere size of the man had Alfred gulping down nervous laughter, his eyes straining out forward to avoid such an intense gaze. Finally the German stopped mid pace, choosing to place his hands firmly on the back of the couch, leaning over the boy's heads and sneering.

"Now, tell me boys, why I shouldn`t suspend you both right here, right now." James wordlessly gaped, his eyes brows raised in surprise by how blunt the Dean was. Alfred made a face, shrugging a bit as he felt his usual self come forth before their Dean.

"Because…That'd be totally cool of you considering what we did was not so bad…?" The German pursed out his lips, almost like a duck before standing up properly once more and not so lightly smacking Alfred on the back of the neck. Yelping, Alfred jumped on his spot from the couch, turning around to glare softly at the Dean. His expression immediately diminished due to the seriousness cladded over the adults face.

"This is not a game, Mr. Jones. What you two did was uncalled for and disrespecting, considering it was performed on school grounds. What if this was to get out, that our school was filled with violent, hormonal, immature teenagers, hm? What do you think that will gain for us?" He spat, stalking back to his desk and slumping down on to the chair. With a sigh, he began to rub at his temple, closing his frightening eyes. "Now let me ask you again, tell me why I shouldn`t suspend you two at this very moment?" A heavy silence followed after, causing Alfred to shrink back down into the couch out of boredom. He just wanted to get the punishment done and over with. The sound of the bell echoed into the room and Alfred groaned inwardly. How much longer could this take?

Arthur followed after Kiku, the rows and rows of books becoming intimidating and more than a little confusing for him. The air was thick with the musk of old pages and unread words, students having been scattered throughout the large library and selections. Kiku wobbled ahead a few feet, bringing them deeper and even farther away from the cluster full of teens around studying. Finally, nearly at the very end of the library did Kiku stop; turning around he faced the Briton and smiled calmly. Arthur's frown deepened and he took a step back.

"…Why exactly did we come here again?" He asked, cautious of the fact that their predicament seemed almost suspicious, considering that they were deep, deep into the library's sections.

"To discuss something that has been bothering me for a while." A soft voice spoke, yet with a different reason hidden deep within those simple words. Arthur sighed, leaning against the selves and placing his precious book onto one of them.

"Alright, you've got my attention…what is it?"

"It's your relationship with Alfred-kun, ne…What is it exactly? You two appear to be friends, shikashi you aren't at the same time. I can tell something's up, either with you or Alfred-kun, and I am determined to find out."

Sadly, a familiar fear crawled up Arthur's throat, seemingly blocking any ways of air or speech to pass by. At first, that was what he was feeling until he thought about it. Kiku was obviously gay, which in turn meant that Arthur's coming out to him wouldn`t be so dramatic, more of a slip of the tongue. He considered it for a moment, carefully taking care of his facial movements as he did not want Kiku to suspect more than he already did. Eventually, Arthur chose to play dumb; he shrugged his shoulders, crossing his arms and kicking one foot back to rest on the same shelf.

"…How does it seem strange to you, chap?"

"Wakaranai, it just does. Almost like something secretive is taking place. I just can't put my finger on it."

"You shouldn't suspend us…Because we understand that what we did was wrong, and that we promise not to do it again?" James finally spoke out, his voice crippling due to his anxiety. The elder locked gazes with him, staring down intently for several moments. Alfred almost felt sorry for the Kiwi as he got shivers just from looking on the two of them. Dean Beilschmidt sighed, scratching at his chin thoughtfully before standing up once more.

"…If I hear of any of you getting reported in again, I won`t hesitate with the suspension. " He warned quietly, his voice thick with promise. Alfred immediately jumped up from his chair, whooping and fist pumping his way out of the others office. James waved awkwardly goodbye, not getting much back and exited the office, following sullen-like behind the ever giddy American.

"Man~! Am I glad to get out of there! I swear to God I thought I was going to die." Alfred yawned, walking down the hallway and stretching out his limps. James had no choice but to follow, seeing as they both had the same study hall together.

"…Don't be so melodramatic." He scoffed quietly, turning his attention elsewhere as Alfred spun back around to face the other.

"Pfft, shut up, faggot." Alfred snarled, not noticing where he was going as he ran into a group walking by. Already mad, he clenched down on his jaw, slowly looking down and meeting eyes with a small, pale looking boy, who had bright brown eyes and surprisingly blond hair. The boy brought up a nervous smile, only to have it brought down once more as Alfred glared harshly down at him.

"Look where your fucking going, bitch. Jesus Christ, you look like a girl; I bet that's exactly what you are. That, or a fucking gay pussy." Each word was practically dripping in hatred. The boy's eyes filled with tears and he backed off slowly, down casting his gaze to the ground and clutching onto the others there. One was a tall looking Dane, his hair wildly thrown to the side; Alfred could recall a time once upon ago where he actually partied with the teen. Yet now the Dane watched from afar, shaking his head at Alfred. Also presented was a dull looking Norwegian with the slightest bit of emotion clouding over his emotionless face and an light haired boy, frowning deeply up at Alfred, peeking around from the Norwegian's frame and eyeing the American warily. The last one there was the scariest teenager Alfred had ever laid eyes on.

This boy was literally towering over Alfred, his gaze even darker and more frightening then the Dean's himself. His glasses drew a glare, only adding to his appearance and making Alfred more and more nervous. With his face set into a glare that could be compared to one of a mere killer, the boy took a step back, before winding up his fist high past his shoulder. Alfred knew what was coming and yet made no move to block or even dodge the hit. By the time the other's fist collided with his cheek, he heard a scream, and then he fell to the ground completely blacked out, blood lazily dripping from his nose.

AN; Again, things have been busy. It's going to be harder for me to write chapters once school starts. :/ But I'll do my best! And, someone commented on how they think the story is moving a bit too fast; it's not..There is a lot more needed to take place and this is just the beginning, hardly even..Pfft. So Please be patient and keep up the reviews! They help me write fast. :D

Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya