Chapter 3: King Arthur

A/N: I know Arthur is only 4 years older than Alfred, but I changed their ages up a bit to match with the timeline :D I would say that in this story, Alfred is 18 and Arthur is late 23. Wow big diff lol. I hope I'm not making them OOC [: enjoy!

[Flashback to Arthur's Senior Year of High School]

Loud music blared and echoed throughout the Kirkland mansion. The usually reserved and orthodox ballroom was turned into a site for teenage drinking and fornicating. The lights flickered on and off, changing colors, adding to the rave scene. This was simply a regular party for young Arthur Kirkland; the party guests consisted only of the "it" students in Arthur's city. It was a place where freshmen and seniors intertwined, the aura of teenage iniquity consuming the entirety of the dance floor. Alcohol was strewn all over the place; there was a lack of adults to discipline. This was the ultimate place to be in, and it was all thanks to Arthur and his immediate circle of friends, who ruled the school with him. His circle would talk to the favorable cliques in the school about his party; those cliques would talk to favorable cliques outside of the school about his party, and the word about Kirkland's wild parties would often buzz throughout the entire city. Everyone who was anyone was in that party; nevertheless, Arthur often did not everyone in the place; he just brushed off the idea that there were strangers in his house. As long as everyone was having fun and getting drunk, the Englishman was okay.

A young boy, an eighth grader, walked into the large dance floor, amazed at the fact that he was actually at a high school party. His blue eyes scanned the place, wide in astonishment; some partyers stared at him; he gathered it was because he was rather dashing. A blonde man with a slight stubble came up to him and winked,

"Hi, my name is Francis. What's yours, my beauty?" he said in a thick French accent

"Haha dude, my name is Alfred! This party is sick, man," the eighth grader said in his obnoxious voice. This was young Alfred Jones; he was completely indistinguishable due to the fact that he did not have his glasses. Also, his cowlick was hidden by a beanie.

"How 'vout we go to the back and have a little party ourselves?" he wiggled his eyebrows. Alfred was feeling rather uncomfortable as Francis walked closer towards him and started groping his back.

"Oy, Francis, whoever invited you to this party will be socially stigmatized; let go of the little eighth grader,"

"Mon chéri! You know of this boy?"

"Yes, I do. He's the son of my parents' business partner or something to that nature. He's coming to England for a quick visit. Now leave him alone,"

"Fine, fine. I'll see you later my little américain,"

Alfred sighed in relief; he looked up at the man standing on the stairs above him. Arthur was wearing his punk clothing, which was the fashion back then. If one would compare Arthur today and Arthur back then, one would be extremely surprised at how different the Englishman looks now.

"So, are you just going to stare at me with those cute eyes of yours? Have you ever been to a party?"

"Not like this, heh. This is sick, bro,"

"Well, 'bro', feel free to indulge. No parents are around, but I assume I must look after you, since you attract pedophiles from a kilometer away,"

"What's a kilometer? And I can handle myself!"

"No need to get touchy!"

"I'm not being touchy!"

"Yeah, you are," Arthur replied, quickly sensing a bit of tension.

"Prove it!"

The obvious tension rapidly disappeared when two of Arthur's friends gathered around Arthur, giggling madly.

"Oh my God, Arthur, you have to see Kiku in the bathroom. He's wasted!"

"C'mon! We need to take a picture, and you're the only one with a camera phone!"

"Well, I guess this is goodbye, stranger. I hope to see you again," Arthur said in a very proper manner. He untied his Union Flag handkerchief that was wrapped around his neck and gave it to the young boy, whose name he still did not know, "by the way, what's your na—,"

The Brit was suddenly dragged by his friends before Alfred could introduce himself properly. The prominent eyebrows were the only things that the young American can remember about his English hero. He would spend the next few months thinking about when he would see him, but after he had given up on the idea, he had completely forgotten about what the Englishman looked like; nevertheless, he held on to the Union Flag handkerchief.

[Alfred and Arthur ditch school]

"Alfred Jones, where in bloody hell are you taking me!?" Arthur whispered angrily as Alfred sped through the large corridors of W Academy.

"I need to stop by my dorm to get a disguise for you. We can sneak out there!" the American gave him a winning smile as he replied.

"I haven't even agreed to skip school with you! This is very unethical; I demand you remove your grimy hands off of me,"

"Nah bruh, I like you, you like me, we're going out to kill Barney. Hahahahaha! Just kidding, we're gonna go eat. Anyways, here we are!"

They stepped into his room, and Arthur gazed at the room's size. It was bigger than the apartment he currently lived in, which put the Englishman to shame. Arthur's thoughts were interrupted when Alfred handed him a set of clothing.

"Here's some clothes that will fit you. Sorry though, these were from my emo punk days back in like freshman year. No offense man, but you're really small,"

"No, no. It's okay; I had a punk phase as well, but what is the matter with my current outfit?"

"Wow that's kool with a k. What's the matter with your outfit?" Alfred mocked his accent, "'Cause you look like a teacher, silly goose!"

"That's because I am a teacher, who ought to be disciplining you!"

"Oooh, discipline me, teacher. I've been a very naughty student,"

Arthur blushed, "Don't say things like that!"

"Woah, I haven't seen this in such a long time!" Alfred held up a handkerchief. It was blue from where Arthur could see it, but as Alfred walked closer to him, he noticed that the handkerchief was patterned after the Union Flag. The tall American man (boy?) wrapped the Union Flag handkerchief around Arthur's neck and stared at him. "Perfect," he said.

"How did you know? I used to wear a handkerchief like this back in high school,"

"Woah, that's so weird, man. Well, let's go get lunch!"

"Like I stated, I do not agree to this!"

"Well, I guess I'm kidnapping you then! But then I'll save your from your evil kidnapper, who's me, and that means that I'm your hero! Then the hero will pay for your lunch and bring you back here just in time for your next class!"

"I suppose one outing wouldn't hurt,"

"Seems like you're being naughty, Professor Kirkland,"

"Shut up before I change my mind,"

A/N: Omg yaaaas. Anyways, I'm very new to writing (aside from writing exposition pieces lolol) so please review? :3