"Hey, whatcha lookin' at, Arthur?"
Arthur turned around, his emerald eyes focusing on the American who was about to approach him. The screaming of fans around them were so loud, that Arthur can't almost hear his question.
"What did you just say, Alfred?!", he asked.
Alfred put a hand on Arthur's shoulder, and got close to his ear. "I said, what were you lookin' at, Arthur?!"
Arthur glared at him, as he screamed back. "You twat! You don't need to shout in my ear, you—"
The bodyguards struggled to push the fans away from them as they argued. A sigh can be heard from the Chinese man who was looking at them, clearly, he was irritated by the fact that even his two bandmates would go as far as fight in public. "Hey, Ivan, aru.", he called out to the Russian who was already standing near the school gates. "Can you call off those two morons aru, and drag them inside the school, aru?"
Ivan looked at him innocently and nodded, "Okay, Yao."
When he approached the two men fighting, a dark aura surrounded him as he smiled again, innocently. "Fighting again, da?", then he grabbed both Alfred and Arthur by the collars of their shirts and started dragging them inside the school campus. The two still bickered and shouted profanities at each other, while Yao tried to relax by massaging the temples of his head. Meanwhile, one of their bandmates, Francis, kept on blowing kisses towards the crowd as they walked. Finally, they arrived at the entrance of the main building of the school.
"Th.. That's Allied Powers?", Elizaveta asked, still staring down from the windows even though the idol band wasn't there anymore. Mathias looked at her, smug, then asked, "Well, are you a fan of them now, Elizaveta? It's normal, I mean—"
Elizaveta burst into laughter. She didn't know whether to laugh because the band didn't even look cool to her, or that some people are just stupid enough to even like those guys. "Hahaha! Mathias, that's what you call an idol band?! Hahaha! Even Feliciano's favorite bands are cooler than them!", and she continued laughing.
Mathias looked at her, flustered. It was the first time he even saw a girl classmate, no, a girl schoolmate that doesn't like or even know the Allied Powers. Well, she's not a girl by the way she thinks and acts, anyway., he thought, and instead of getting angry, he scratched the back of his head while wearing a sheepish smile as he spoke, "Oh.. Hahaha.. Yeah.. I guess those fangirls are stupid, huh? Even our crew is cooler than them."
"Damn right!", she answered as she sat back on her chair. "When it comes to coolness, nobody beats the Nordics. Besides..", propping her elbows on her table, while her chin rested on both of her hands, "..they look gay to me." Then chuckled again to herself, realizing that free period is already over.
"Ugh. Why me?"
Elizaveta walked along the corridors, a German with a strict expression on his face walked in front of her.
"Well, you are the representative of your class, Ms. Hedervary.", he said, without even looking back at her. She looked at him from behind, her eyebrows meeting as she spoke. "You don't need to be formal with me, Ludwig. I mean, we're childhood friends and all—"
The two finally arrived in front of the Principal's office. Ludwig was about to open the door, but Elizaveta still looked hesitant to go. He sighed, then gave her a bit of a smile. "You should go inside, or you might get in trouble, okay—", he looked at her then put a hand on her back to push her frontwards, "—Eliza?"
Elizaveta was about to look back at Ludwig, when he suddenly closed the doors. The principal sat on his chair, looking at Elizaveta with his hazel brown eyes as he started to speak, "Well, hello, Ms. Hedervary. I'd like you to meet someone today."
Elizaveta hesitated to turn around. She knew that the guy she saw earlier was sitting there on the chair across the table of the principal's. She can feel his emerald eyes looking at her, and she wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible.
"Ms. Hedervary, is something the matter?", the principal asked, his voice in a worried tone. He looked at Elizaveta, then to the Brit in front of him.
Should I just turn around and act as if I'm fine? Should I—
She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She was about to turn around, thinking that it was the principal, when she suddenly realized that it was the guy from earlier.
"You alright, dear?"
Elizaveta instantly jerked away from him. Looking confused and a bit irritated, she asked, "W-W-Who are you calling 'dear'?! I don't even know you!"
The Brit also had the same confused expression on his face. Clearly, this girl doesn't know anything about British culture, he thought. He decided to shrug that one off, and thought that it would be fun to tease her a bit so he asked, "You haven't heard of my name before—", he smirked before he continued, "—darling?"
Elizaveta looked as if she wanted to vomit. She didn't really like people calling her nicknames, let alone terms of endearment. She can stand it if a girl was calling her that, but this is a guy, a complete stranger!
"G-God, would you just stop calling me that?", she asked, her voice a bit cringing. The Brit found this girl interesting, well, whenever he calls a girl "honey", "darling" or even "love", they swoon and even asks him to repeat it. The words meant nothing to him, and he didn't actually mean those words in a special way, maybe those girls just misunderstood him. But now, right in front of him, a girl that seems to be even disgusted at him! It's the first time I've ever met a girl like this.., he thought, as he went back to his chair, sat on it, and looked back again at the Hungarian right in front of him.
"I think it would be better if you would take a seat—", he smirked again, "—my lady?"
Elizaveta stomped towards the chair across his, and sat on it, avoiding eye-to-eye contact with the man in front of her. Why does he look at me like that?, she asked herself, as the principal coughed to ease the awkwardness surrounding them and started to talk.
"The reason why you are here, Ms. Hedervary, is that Mr. Arthur Kirkland—", he looked at the Brit across the table, "—will be the new student who will be transferring to your class." He looked at Elizaveta, her mouth a bit agape out of sheer surprise, Please, don't this to me, , please.. Choose another student..
"From today onwards, you would be his guide until further notice. Do you understand, Ms. Hedervary?"
She had expected it, really. She knew that she couldn't protest any further, so she stood up, and began to walk towards the exit.
"Ms. Hedervary—"
She looked back, wearing the sweet, but fake smile on her face..
"It's okay, sir. Really, it's fine.", then looked at Arthur who was a bit surprised by her sudden actions. "Mr. Kirkland? Let's go?"
She got out of the room, wearing a poker face, as the Brit followed her, dumbstruck.