A/N: wow! Thanks for the favs/follows/reviews! You guys rock and deserve awesometastic food but I can't do that so have this hopefully-decent chappie instead~
Arthur rubbed his eyes and leaned against the counter as he waited for the instant coffee-maker machine to finish. He ran a hand through his damp, nearly dry, blonde hair and re-tucked in his shirt. His elder brother, Ian, walked in and scowled. "It's too early for this." Arthur shrugged and reached for the coffee mug but the red-haired man grabbed it first and quickly put in a small scoop of sugar and vanilla creamer and quickly took a gulp. "Ahh~ much better." He pat the shorter blonde on the head and smirked at the scowl he received.
The British teenager glared at his brother as he quickly made himself a glass. "You better be doing your work and shit you brat. I don't wanna get called in for any of those damn 'parent-teacher'", he made air-quotes, "conferences." Arthur blushed softly and nodded. "You won't. Calm down you bloody jerk!" Ian glared and looked at the clock.
"You've got twenty minutes by the way until school starts. Speaking of which, I need to get ready for work." The Scottish man stretched then put the mug in the sink and left the kitchen. Arthur scowled and went to his room to grab his backpack. "Behave and have a decent day at school you brat!" Ian yelled as he heard Arthur's bedroom door shut. Arthur smiled softly then shrugged. "Yeah... you too." And he quickly ran out of the house and began to walk to school.
The school was only five or so minutes away and, unless it was raining, he would walk to school. Once there he was tackled to the ground. ...in a hug.
"Arrrttthhhuuurrr!~" A Romanian voice yelled, causing for a few people to look over at the three. Lukas sighed and gently tugged Vladimir off of Arthur. "Awh..." The strawberry blonde pouted. Lukas nodded to Arthur. "God morgan(good morning)." The Norwegian said with a calm smile. Arthur nodded back. "I suppose."
The trio slowly walked into the entrance building. Vladimir yawned and threw his arms over the two blondes shoulders; Lukas to his left, Arthur to his right. "So what do you guys have first period?" Lukas shrugged the hyper Romanian off with a small scowl. "Chemistry A.P." Vlad stuck his tongue out a bit. "Bleh... I hated that class... What about you Arthur?"
The Brit scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. "French 1. Which I will probably never use again in my life!" Vlad laughed and Lukas smirked and nodded. "At least you don't have the old lady who was practically deaf last year. She finally retired." Lukas said with a slight shudder.
Arthur shrugged and looked at Vladimir. "Well what about you then? What do you have first period?" Vlad grinned. "Art~" He swayed slightly. "I'm gonna be a major famous artist! And move back to Romania and make millions! And be super famous!" Lukas and Arthur sweat dropped. At least he had big dreams and was optimistic. The two blondes nodded.
The warning bell rang and the two blondes groaned. Vlad squealed and ran off to the art room. Lukas waved to Arthur and slowly began to make his way to his chemistry class. Arthur ran a hand through his hair as he made his way down the hall towards his French class. 'Hopefully the teacher will actually be on time today.' He thought as he slowly turned the door knob.
"Bonjour~" Francis said with a small smile and wave as Arthur walked into the class. Michelle waved over to him and Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow at the way the class was rearranged. Most of the desks were pushed against the back of the class and to the walls except for thirteen which were in a semi-circle facing the teachers desk.
"Do you like what we did?" Michelle asked, gesturing to the room. The walls weren't as plain as they were yesterday. Now there were maps of Europe, maps of France, pictures of the Eiffel Tower and much of Paris, Joan of Arc, France's flag, and a few of the outside of Notre Dame. Arthur smiled and nodded. "I think it looks great." Francis clapped and chuckled as Michelle fist-pumped.
"Well as soon as everyone else arrives we'll get seating arrangements situated, oui?" Francis said, writing his name and class on the board. Arthur shrugged and Michelle fake saluted and giggled. Arthur leaned against the desk closest to the door and watched as the few people began to trickle through the door. The tardy bell rang and Francis turned to face the class.
"Alright, as you probably have found out, the room has been rearranged and you've got a seating chart." Everyone groaned and glared at Francis a bit. He just waved it off. "Alright, Michelle at the desk closest to the window please," he pointed to the desk farthest from the door and she slowly grabbed her bag and sat down with a pout. "Bella next to her. Then ahm... Arthur next to her." Arthur got off of the desk he was leaning against and sat down beside the Belgian girl. "Jorani next to him. Mya. Lien and finally Linh,."
The elder Vietnamese girl sat down last and shrugged. "Alright. So today I'll introduce myself a bit, we'll talk about things that we'll be doing in this class, and then we'll probably start a homework assignment!~" Everyone groaned and Michelle and Jorani faceplanted into their desks surfaces. Francis rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"My name is Francis Bonnefoy, but you will all be addressing moi as Monsieur Bonnefoy. I have a son and he is four years old. His birthday is July first, while mine is the fourteenth of July. I am from France. And I enjoy teaching which is why I am here. Any questions?" The blonde man sweat dropped as everyone just stared at him awkwardly. "Ah... right then... Again, you are all very boring. Please don't be like this the rest of the year..." Arthur couldn't stop the small smirk from spreading across his face and Francis grinned as he noticed that someone was actually paying attention.
The classroom door burst open. "Hey, Francey-pants!" Francis smirked as he saw the happy principal and Gilbert walk into the room. "Mr. Ivan Braginski wanted to not take my awesome class so Romulus and I switched him to yours! Enjoy! Kesese~" Gilbert laughed as he walked down the hall a bit before turning back to his class. The tanned principal laughed loudly.
"Ivan complained that he didn't want to learn German so he said he'd switch for French and because so few signed up for French, I just sort of moved him in here." Romulus explained. Francis nodded. The Elder Italian grinned and happily walked away, the blonde man shutting the door softly behind him.
Francis rubbed the back of his head in thought. "Well... You can sit next to Linh I suppose." Linh waved her hand slightly to show who she was and Ivan smiled(in a slightly creepy way) and sat down next to her. Francis shrugged and walked back to the front of the room. "So for your homework assignment you are all going to write about ten things you know about France. You can either do it for homework or you can do it for the rest of class period. And you will give it to me and I will read it out loud."
Michelle giggled at the serious look on her cousins face. Everybody took out a notebook or sheet of paper and something to write with and began to work quickly.
Arthur tapped his chin softly with his black ink pen and thought. 'Well the frogs helped the Americans when they fought for their independence...' He wrote it down. 'Nine more to go...'
Twenty minutes later and the bell rang. Everybody seemed to be done and gave their papers to Francis and left. Later that night Francis read through the papers as Matthew snored softly next to his papa.
"1. The French helped the Americans fight for their independence from Great Britain.
2. They gave the U.S. the Statue of Liberty in 1886.
3. Joan of Arc was burned at the stake at 19 years old and later became a saint.
4. The Eiffel Tower is one of France's main tourists attractions.
5. The Eiffel Tower is 300 meters tall.
6. Notre Dame is also a famous landmark.
7. Wine has been made in France since roman empire.
8.The French national anthem is called la Marseillaise.
9.It was first sang by soldiers during the French Revolution.
10. France lost Canada to Great Britain."
Francis blinked a couple of times and re-read the paper and thought he felt a bit of hostility in it. 'Arthur Kirkland...?' He thought as he read the name at the top of the paper. 'What does he have against mon country?!' The elder man mentally whined, patting his sons hair softly with a soft chuckle.
A/N: meh not that great but the next chapter will hopefully be better. I'm bringing in a bit of Scotland!~ So some AU Auld Alliance jazz then some FrUK! Don't worry, I'm not changing the pairing, still gonna be FrUK I'm just adding a bit of angst for the fun of tormenting Arthur a tad cause I'm bored and have no life *nod*