The day was finally here. Arthur tried not smile like an idiot as he watched the subway come to a stop.
"All student aboard. Everyone in!" Music to his ears.
He rushes into the train careful not to bump into others.
Peter followed behind griping on to his backpack and smiling.
Arthur looked around and spotted two spots.
"I call window seat!" Peter rushed by exited!
"Peter dont bloody run you'll tri-" Arthur felt a push and lunged quickly closed his eyes ready to hit the dirty subway floor.
"Woah there!" Arthur opened his eyes and stared at the ground. He turned to see the person who had saved his dignity. Alfred was holding him by the collar of his shirt with a smug look on his face.
"Alfred!" He heard his brother exclaim. The star eyed child looking at the blonde boy who saved his brother.
"ya better be careful."
"I-I know! Unhand me!" Alfred let go of his collar. Arthur scrambled and held his bag near his chest. Scowling he left to sit next to his younger brother.
"Don't i get a 'thank you?'"
Alfred said as he set his bags on the cabinets of the seat in front of them.
"Why are you seating here?"
"You're welcome." He replied With a smile.
"Alfred i saw your video on the Helen-Bots! You where amazing!" Peter shot up and looked over the seats to see Victoria looking back at him.
"You where cool too Victoria!"
She laughed sweetly.
"Thank you."
Alfred sat down next to her and popped out his phone.
"Where's Matthew?" Victoria stood up and looked around.
"He's sitting over there."
Alfred pointed to the seat across them. Matthew peeked out from behind a large bag.
"I think that bag is bigger than you matt."
"I have a worrisome mother..." He flushed and fumbled his fingers.
"Matthew!" Arthur jumped a bit and glared at his brother's sudden outburst.
"For the love of god peter. Inside voice please!"
"You sound like a grandma." Alfred laughed.
"Shut up wanker." He kicked the seat in front of him. God not even an hour and this guy was getting on his nerves! He thought he was so clever!
"That's not very cute."
"I rather not be cute,Alfred."
He kicked again. God this guy was sort of heavy. The seat was hard to kick. It barely even moved him.
"Anyways, can i see it? The key chain i mean." Arthur raised an eyebrow. Matthew scrambled and took out a polar bear key chain.
"Cool! Vicky you have one too right?" Victoria looked up from her phone and smiled. She pointed to her head. A blue dolphin with sapphire eyes adorned her hair.
"Woah! It was a hair clip?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Arthur why don't we have one?"
"A what?" Vicky peeked over the seat.
"He means a guardian."
Ah, some families with strong Heredity of power passed down to their children a charm that turned into an animal.
"I think Angus took it. It's an owl." He explained.
"Wah! That red-headed demon!"
Arthur smacked the unruly child on the arm who let out an 'oww!' And a scowl.
"Wait," Arthur looked up to see Alfred with a face of shock and fascination. Arthur mentally scowled.
"You mean Angus,as in Angus Kirkland? The one from the blue bounties?!" He asked his blue eyes wide in fascination. Vicky sprang up.
"No way! Angus is your brother?! Have you seen Mentira?" Mentira was his brother's owl guardian which belonged to his great-great grandfather. It was a ring in the shape of a great horned owl. He had created it back when he traveled to america.
"No way! Angus's brother is on here?" He a voice come from behind. A wave of whispers came from behind.
"Two of his brothers are!"
"I think that's why they are up so high,must be in the family."
Arthur looked down and made his hand into a fist.
"Arthur...dont get that get to you." Peter said putting his hand on his elder brother's back.
This wasn't had worked hard to get in. It wasn't in the family. He and peter had worked hard. Ever since they found out they get to posses powers. When peter had found he was a sealer he worked twice as hard.
All faded and put behind his brothers shadow.
"Your brother is cool and all," He looked up to see Alfred smiling down on him a soft smile on his face. Not that 'i think i'm clever' smile. But this honest smile that made Arthur's stomach flutter like A jolt of electricity.
"But i bet you can do some even awesomer stuff!" He let the made up word "awesomer" slide as he looked down and let a small smile flower on his face. The american teen sat back down.
"All please keep seat the train will not start moving." A voice over the overcome announced.
"All passengers please remember to take your belongings with you,and take note of children at you exit from the train."
Arthur pulled his bag from the floor and looked to see if peter was ready. The train's doors opened.
"Todos los pasajeros por favor de tomar sus pertenencias, y favor de quidar a los pequeños."
The Briton walked to the nearest exit with peter on trail. When he stepped outside his eyes lit up. The scenery was that of a romance movie. With fountains in the distance, Red,yellow,and orange trees falling softly on the ground. People walking up and down the clean subway station. It was like a dream.
"Look! The school!" Peter pointed out as he ran forwards.
There it was,the bell tower peeking out from behind the walls.
"Everyone to the gates please!"
Arthur took lead and headed to the gates.
"Where's Francis by the way." Peter asked him.
"Oh yeah i totally forgot he existed." The younger of the brits laughed. He was pretty proud of that one he had to admit.
"Zat hurts." Speak of the devil. The french boy said as he put his arm around Arthur's shoulder.
"Where the blazing hell where you frog?" Francis smiled.
"Well i met up with this lovely young lady-"
"Never mind I don't want to hear it." He put his arm up to the frenchman's face. He really didn't really want to hear about the idiots pick up.
They stopped at the entrance to was about to be their home for about 4 years. A woman dressed in a black jacket and skirt. she has golden blonde hair held back. She looked like she has seen her years. A worn yet pretty face.
"Hello my name is ." Her face was straight and serious.
"You will be split in an orderly fashion. Please keep talking to a minimum."
She looked behind her at the three gates.
"All male powers on gate 1,Female powers gate 2,and all sealers please move to gate 3 and wait further instruction."
Arthur looked to his little brother he balanced on one foot like a kid. He was a kid. He smiled sadly.
"Now peter," he lowered himself to the young boy's eye level.
"Behave."
"Yes mom." Peter said as he rolled his eyes. And off he went to the third gate.
"Alright there are three floors to this dormitory 5 in each floor. Two boys each floor. Each randomly,we choose 10 of you and put you together according to alphabetical order." All 34 boys looked at the dorm supervisor. A blonde man who you usually see in old police movies. He wore blue sweat pants with matching blue shoes and jacket.
"Now my name is mister Russel. But you can call me rob." He said as his hands traveled to his sides.
"I will call you by room starting from bottom up."
Arthur crossed his fingers.
"Please herd give me an obnoxious person." He shut his eyes.
"Hey jones share some will ya?"
He opened his eyes and turned his head toward the call. He watched as Antonio, a spanish boy from his middle school class, shoved his hand into a bag of crisps Alfred was holding.
Jones... Shit! J comes before k. There was a possibility that.
His heart skipped a beat. Crap, this sunny kid you's usually see on magazines articles on pants was the last one he wanted as roommate. He made him feel strange. It pissed him off a bit. Sure he wasn't good with girls, but he wasn't gay. Maybe it's annoyance, just look at him, he's infuriating.
"Floor 3" so far he hast heard Alfred's name being called.
" Gilbert Beilschmidt and Lukas Bondevik , room 3-A."
No.
"Francis Bonefoy and Ivan Briganski , room 3-B"
Good luck frog.
"Antonio Carriedo and Kiku Honda , room 3-C"
"Kill me now."
"Alfred F Jones"
No. No.
"And Arthur Kirkland, room 3-D"
He had to force himself to not scream.
"Haha! Hear that Artie?"
Artie?
"We're roommates, Lucky right?"
No. No. It's a nightmare, he wants to wake up. Did he fall asleep on the sub? He wanted to wake up.
"Alright everyone to your rooms and make your self home. supper is at 8:00 sharp." exited the building. Everyone headed to their rooms.
"C'mon." Alfred said in a sing-song voice. Arthur still in disbelief looked at the door the supervisor has left in. He jumped at the feel of a hand around his wrist. He was forcibly towards the elevator.
"L-let go i can walk myself. I have feet!"
Boy his face was hot. Alfred let go and raised an eyebrow.
"Ah good, and here i thought you turned into a carrot." Alfred laughed and threw his bag on his shoulder and put his hands in his pant pockets. Arthur looked at his hand. The place where he touched tingling. Why was his heart racing? Ah maybe shock. Yeah. He could stand there and make millions of excuses and reasons why his stomach fluttered, and his face was hot.
His vision was blurry and everything took a while to calm down.
Ding.
The elevator doors opened. He walked fast towards to the destined room. But still able to look around. 2 rooms on the side,and one at the end. Left where 3-A and B, and on the Right where C and D. Their room was closer to the elevator. He turned the knob entered.
He was met with light brown wall paper, two beds with bedside tables. A closet and desk where provided as well. He walked over to the desk against the left side of the room. A simple wood desk,but sturdy.
"Oh, i'll take the right side then."
Arthur narrowed his eyes. Oh yeah he was here too.
Alfred unceremoniously put his bag on the queen size bed and jumped on it. The room was big,but simple. A single window stood between the beds.
"Alfred, this is how it's going to be; you stay on your side, and i stay on mine. You aren't allowed to
touch anything-"
"Yeah yeah, sure thing my dear moiety!"
"Moiety?" Arthur crossed his arms looking at him perplexed at the fact he used a word that he didn't expect to be in his vocabulary.
"Y'know, like second half."
Arthur bit his lip. He didn't understand how he is herd to take that.
"Just stay on your bloody side."
He put his bag on his bed and started unpacking. Occasionally taking slight glimpses at the american.