Silence filled the air as the two walked along the corridors of Hetalia Academy.

I can't seem to understand this girl..

Elizaveta was a couple of meters ahead of him, and he kept on looking at her from behind.

She seems pretty, beautiful even. Her eyes are of the same shade and color as mine, and her hair fell so graciously down her shoulders..

Arthur shook his head. His face started to heat up when he realized what he was just thinking earlier.

What am I thinking?! Beautiful as this girl may seem, she does act a little bit improper for a lady. She doesn't seem to know me as well, or maybe she's just pretending? I feel as if she hates me for a reason..

Elizaveta quickened her pace.

Ugh. Why of all people did Mr. Vargas chose me to be some sort of caretaker for this thick browed bastard? (Cue: Internal scream) I know that I'm the class rep, but there are nicer guys that can take care of him, or another section that can take him.. And where is his companions? Don't tell me they're going to study here too? Ugh..

She finally arrived in front of the doors of the classroom, and she looked behind her to see Arthur walking (or limping, I suppose) while gasping for his breath. Apparently, she had been walking way too fast, that Arthur tried to catch up with her pace but ended up tired and out of breath.

"Y..You.. git.. Making me chase after you..", he finally got a bit closer by a few metres then stopped there to catch his own breath. "Do.. you even know who you're messing with—" Then, thinking that calling her with a term of endearment would piss her off again, he tried to continue, "—sweetheart?"

Elizaveta found it amusing. Well, yes, she felt a bit apologetic that she quickened up her pace (even though it was on purpose), but she admits that it's a bit funny to see Arthur like that, and even though he's short of breath, he still didn't want to admit defeat by even calling her again with another term of endearment, thinking that it will piss her off..

"That's so five minutes ago, Mr. Kirkland. Better think of another way to piss me off.", she said, nonchalantly. Arthur's eyebrows met as he looked back at her. Oh, is she really playing the "hard to get" game now..

She chuckled a bit to tease him before she spoke, "And after insulting me and calling me a "git", then you suddenly call me "sweetheart"? That just sounds so awkward and forced.", then opened the door of the classroom for him. "After you, Mr. Kirkland?"

Arthur grunted as he walked past her. This cheeky little cunt.. I swear that someday she will pay, with that damn attitude of hers! I'll make her bow down to me. (Cue: Internal evil chuckle) Let's just see, Ms. Hedervary.

When they entered the classroom, the whole class was in high spirits. They welcomed Arthur with cheer and even the teacher was clapping along with the other students.

(Cue: Mental facepalm) Ugh. I bet his fangirls set this all up..

Arthur looked happy. He felt superior over the students here, he was loved, and he was exalted. He searched for Elizaveta, just to see what her reaction would be like. Elizaveta walked towards her seat, a bit glad that she finally got away from Arthur, thinking that the "fangirls" would keep him busy long enough so she wouldn't have to bother looking after him. He's not some sort of kid I should look after, anyway. Then got her new book, and started to read.

Seeing Elizaveta walking away from him nonchalantly left a feeling of irritation and..

..why do I feel sad that she doesn't even care about me being swarmed by mad women here? (Cue: Mentally shakes his head) It's not as if I care that she doesn't care about me.

Even though the girls in the class were surrounding him, squealing and trying to get his autograph, he struggled to get away from them, and even tried to call Elizaveta. "Hey, woman! Why are you sitting there and not even trying to help me here?"

Do I hear something? Hmm. No, I must have been hearing things..

Arthur looked at Elizaveta, clearly she wasn't listening to him at all. When he finally got away from the fans trying to get closer to him, he quickly walked towards where Elizaveta is, and slammed his hand across the desk in front of her. Some students gasped at this.

"You git. Why are you here, I thought you were supposed to take care of me?", he asked through gritted teeth.

She continued to read, an indifferent expression on her face as she spoke. "Err! Wrong. Mr. Vargas asked me to be your 'guide' not a bodyguard."

Her indifferent attitude pissed Arthur off. You think you can just get away from me that easily, hmm?

"Sir!"

Arthur raised his hand. Everyone looked at him, as a determined look shimmered in his eyes as he spoke. "I want to sit next to Ms. Hedervary, if that would be alright with you, sir?"

There were low murmurs from all over the room. Elizaveta looked at Arthur, clearly annoyed by his sheer persistence to get closer to her. He knows that it'll piss me off. He knows.

The teacher scratched his head as he tried to answer. "Well, I guess you can sit there, seeing that Mr. Beilshcmidt is not around again, and maybe I can move him to another seat.."

Elizaveta stood up, surprised by the sudden decision of the teacher. "B-But, you can't sir! I don't want to sit right next to him! I'd rather have Gilbert sit right next to me.. Besides, I can get him to go to class, sir, if you give me some time.."

Who's this Gilbert? And how dare she say that she'd rather sit next to another guy than me?

Arthur looked at Elizaveta, and smirked before he spoke. "Well, he's not here so—", he took the seat right next to Elizaveta and sat as if nothing happened, "—temporarily, I'll get to sit on his seat, is that fair enough?"

The teacher and some of her classmates looked at her with an expectant expression on their faces, as Arthur propped his right elbow on the desk in front of him, looking at Elizaveta with the same expectant expression. "So, do we have a deal—", he smirked before he continued, as he knew that this would now piss her off more. "—darling?"

Elizaveta chuckled darkly to herself as if she had already lost it.

This Britboy is challenging me, huh? You asked for this, and if it's a fight you want, then it's a fight you'll get.

She smirked at Arthur, making Arthur feel a bit uncomfortable.

You'll regret it, Mr. Kirkland. You'll definitely regret challenging me.