I don't own Hetalia, and that's because Hidekaz Himaruya does!

Sorry, I was in Mississippi for a week!

It was the first day of school and Arthur Kirkland couldn't wait until America would show him around the entire bloody school! ( Author: Note the sarcasm, dudes. ) He had already tried changing his roommate, but the school was set on him having Alfred as a partner. He had somehow managed to ditch the loud boy, and was now trying to find his classroom. 'First period I have... Gym. Ugh..'

He put the piece of folded paper in his pocket, not bothering to hide the scowl that seemed to come so naturally to his face. He wasn't very fond of gym, never had been. He just wasn't built for that stuff... He was always last at everything involving exorcise. But it wasn't like he could just play hooky, even if he wanted to- Oliver would never let him hear the end of it; he knew because he tried once. Arthur shuddered at the memory.

-FLASHBACK-

The boy smirked, glad beyond belief that he was able to avoid adults once more. They'd ask why he wasn't at school, and he couldn't feign sickness because he was at the mall. He glanced at the time- how was it already 3:05? He had just gotten there! Notheless, he had already been able to steal several items; a pocket knife, a portable CD player, and multiple pirate movies that he could somehow laugh at and tell which parts were fake an which ones you would actually find if you were out at sea. He had to get going now, because if he wasn't home by his usual time, Oliver would get suspicious.

He walked out of the mall, now not having to hide, and closed his eyes, breathing in the fresh scent of Autum air. He loved that smell, almost as much as he loved Winter air. He opened his eyes- and saw Oliver standing not even three feet away, looking pissed beyond all belief, glaring at him. He felt his heart stop- Oliver had caught him. Shit.

Strangely enough, Oliver didn't come over and slap him, or even come over at all. He pulled out his phone, called someone, said, "I found him at he mall. You can call off your search.", then hung up. After that he walked away, towards his car, leaving Arthur feeling like the guiltiest person on earth. Oliver had found out that he wasn't at school, and called the police. The police then started a search mission for him, probably thinking that he was kidnapped. Oliver went looking also, checking one of Arthur's favorite places, just in case he was only playing hooky. Which he was.

He ran and caught up with Oliver, pulling on his sleeve and stopping him from moving. "Oliver? I'm sorry. I didn't want for you to worry... Are you okay?"

Oliver was silent. Arthur, now thoroughly worried, moved in front of him. What he saw shocked him- Oliver looked sad. Sad and disapointed.

- END FLASHBACK -

Arthur had remembered that look for the rest of his school life, and never played hooky again. He didn't ever want to see that face again; Oliver had adopted him, raised him, and helped him get through the hardest time of his life. When he came staggering home that night... Arthur shook his head, discarding the memory from his thoughts.

He looked up and saw that he had made it to gym. He cursed and went in.

The gym was huge, like a football stadium inside. He stared, astonished, until someone shouted, "Iggy~! There you are! Gym hasn't started yet, so we have time to talk!"

"Dang it, why are you in my class?" Arthur cursed. Alfred seemed to wilt for a moment, but soon perked back up.

"Because the office wants us together for every class!"

"Oh, shut it!"

Alfred was wrong. Arthur had one class without him. Unfortunitly, only one. And even then, only the people in that class knew that said class even existed. Why? Because the Magic class wasn't held in or during school. Magic class was held outside school grounds, at midnight on weekends. At first Arthur thought it was a prank, meant to get him in trouble. But when two people knocked quietly on his door at midnight on Saturday, he couldn't exactly tell them to bugger off- that would be playing hooky! He was not going to get that look again.

So he put his boots on and followed the two familliar-looking boys. They were dressed in black, and it was dark, so Arthur couldn't make out their features, but he recognized their voices.

They left the school grounds and went to a small park. That was in the middle of the street. In a sleeping city, surrounded by a blue light, in the shape of a circle. The first cloaked figure went through it, dissapearing as soon as he did so. Arthur froze, unsure of what to do.

"Go on", the thickly Romanian voice coaxed, "The class is in there!"

Gulping, Arthur went through.

Arthur waved goodbye to Lukas and Vladimir, the two waving back, and shut the door. He was so pumped! He could actually do magic! They had started off so simple, and Arthur had found that he had a knack for it! Almost as if he had done those spells a million times before- but that was impossible. When they left, the magic portal that Lukas had made dissapeared! Right before his eyes! It was so cool! It really was a shame that he couldn't tell anyone about it... Lukas and Vladimir made him promise not to tell a soul. He didn't know why, though. Maybe because no one would believe them? Or maybe it was really dangerous and the others would stop them if they knew that they were practicing it. Could it be illegal? Arthur grinned widely; the very thought of that made his heart rate accelerate.

He was really tired, considering that magic uses energy and it was 3 am, so he took his shoes off and plopped down into bed. He couldn't wait for midnight tonight.

"Iggy! Iggy, wake up! C'mon, you and I are going to go for a walk! IGGGGGGGGGGYYYYYY!" Alfred jumped on top of Arthur's sleeping figure. How could he still be asleep- it was elevan am and they had went to bed at eight! Alfred assumed it was just a teenager thing- he used to sleep in until 2, eat, then go back to bed until 2 the next day. But Arthur wasn't allowed to do that. Why? Because then he'd be missing the beauty of sharing a room with a hero!

He ended up accidently straddling the brit, and that's when Arthur woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Alfred's face not inches away from his own, and felt the American boy on top of him, unknowingly pinning him down. He blushed an apple red. "GET OFF YOU PERVERTED WANKER!" he screamed. Alfred cocked his head to the side, confused. Perverted? He was only waking his friend up!

When he made no move to get off of him, Arthur gritted his teeth; he didn't want to do it, but if it was his only option... "HELP! RAPE! ALFRED'S GONE MAD! GET HIM OFF OF ME! HEELLPP!" he shreiked as loud as he could (Author: FYI, the scream made it outside the school grounds, freaking multiple mortals out. ). Before our beloved hero could even react, Basch, a Swiss man, kicked open the door and burst into the room, holding a rifle. He cocked it and pointed it at Alfred.

Alfred jumped off of Arthur, holding his hands up and facing Basch. "Dude, I wasn't doing anything like that! I was trying to wake him up so we could go for a walk!" Arthur pulled the covers up to his chest protectively, even though he was still wearing his clothes from yesterday, and blushed. He wasn't blushing because of the close contact with his roommate, he was blushing because he was holding back tears. Someone had come. Not like when he was younger. No one had come then.

Basch relaxed when he saw that it was just Alfred. He growled and left the room, slamming the door.

Alfred waited a moment, then turned around and yelled, "Seriously, dude? Rape? What the Hell were you thinki-" he cut himself off, finaly noticing that Arthur was almost ready to cry. He sighed and sat down next to him, the bed going down because of his massive weight. "What's wrong? Did I actually scare you that much?" Silence. "Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to think that."

Arthur suddenly got out of bed and pulled his boots on, put his gun that was stached inside the drawer back in it's place, and walked out of the room without a word.

~ To be continued...