Arthur dragged himself through the house in an attempt to wake himself up. He yawned loudly as he sat down at the kitchen table and ignored as Ian rolled his eyes at him.

"Morning. You got all your things ready?" Ian asked, not looking at Arthur as he made scrambled eggs for breakfast.

Arthur nodded. "Yes. You made me pack it all yesterday after the frog left."

Ian raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly. "What frog?"

The younger of the two coughed slightly and felt his face heat up slightly. "The French teacher of course." He said simply, as if it were obvious.

Ian crossed his arms and scowled. "You're seventeen. Aren't you too old for name calling you brat?" He asked hypocritically.

"You're one to talk you wanker!" Arthur yelled back as he took the plate that was offered to him. He gagged a bit as he took a rather large bite out of his burnt toast. "You're cooking is terrible by the way."

Ian scowled and kicked at Arthur under the table. "Ow!" "Yours isn't any better!"

"I beg to differ! My scones and tea are amazing!"

Ian rolled his eyes, "You continue telling yourself that. Scones are always burnt. At least the tea is decent enough."

Arthur 'hmphed' and quickly placed the now empty plate into the sink and left the kitchen. He grabbed his back pack off of the couch and left the house without a goodbye. Ian rolled his eyes and sighed as he heard the front door slam shut.

The blonde British teen sighed softly as he made his way to school. He watched as the two Vietnamese girls from French class walk on the other side of the street and for a moment thought about walking with them but shook his head as he watched a smaller Korean boy and Yao run to catch up to the two giggling girls.

He continued his walk by himself. He slowly sat down on a wooden bench in the schools courtyard and waited for school to officially start. As he stared ahead lost in thought he was suddenly jerked out of his thoughts as a certain Romanian jumped over him.

"Hei(hey)! Arthur! What's up?" Vladimir asked loudly as he grinned widely. Arthur smiled softly. "Nothing much. You? Where's Lukas?"

Vladimir grinned wider and pointed right behind the British boy. Arthur turned and saw the Norwegian teen right directly behind him. Just standing there. Looking down at him with his stoic, expressionless face.

"Gyah!?" Arthur jumped up and bumped right into a now laughing Vladimir's chest. "Bloody hell Lukas!"

Lukas blinked and rolled his eyes but didn't even bother hiding his smirk. "Hei(hey). So how'd the tutoring go with your annoying French teacher?"

Arthur blushed softly and scowled, hoping that the two would think he was red from anger and not embarrassment. "Annoying. He spoke French." 'Not that much actually...' "I couldn't understand a word he said! But at least I have my homework done."

Lukas nodded in understanding. "At least your homework is done." Vladimir grinned and nodded. "Unlike mine!"

Arthur chuckled softly and the three began to walk to class as the warning bell rang out. Vladimir fistpumped and began to jog to his art class. Lukas sighed. "He's got enough energy for the three of us combined."

Arthur nodded in agreement as he watched the overly optimistic Romanian run to class. "See you later Arthur." "Yeah you too Lukas." Arthur continued to his class and slowly walked to his desk. He glanced over at the two Vietnamese girls as the younger one, Linh, gigglde as she talked quickly with Mya.

He shook his head and looked back at his desktop. "Arthur!~" Chelle squealed as she sat in Bella's seat next to the Brit. Arthur smiled softly at the hyper girl. "Hello Chelle. How are you?"

Chelle played with her hair and began to swing her legs. "I'm fine. Soo happy that it's Friday though! Et tu(and you)? Oh! Did you do your homework or do you need some help?" She asked with a wide, yet apologetic, grin.

Arthur chuckled to himself. "I'm doing well. And yes, I actually have it all done today."

Chelle's chocolate brown eyes widened and she giggled. "I'm so proud of you Arthur!" She squeed out. Arthur rolled his emerald green eyes but laughed back. "I am too. The bell is going to ring soon Chelle so may I please have my desk?" Bella asked nicely.

"Huh?" Chelle looked up and saw the happy blonde grinning down at her and she giggled again and stood up. "Désolé(sorry) Bella." Bella shook her head and smiled back at the younger girl warmly. "It's okay cheri."

"Ah! I'm not late!" Francis yelled as he ran into the classroom two seconds before the tardy bell rang out. "Ha! Take that! Not late!" The Frenchman gasped out triumphantly.

His eight students all stared at him for a minute and watched him as he gasped for breath. Mya slowly began to giggle and put her hand over her mouth to muffle the giggles. Chelle slowly began to join in but didn't do anything to muffle her laughter. Jorani giggled causing for Linh to laugh softly. Lien and rolled her eyes but hid her smile. Bella giggled and held a hand over her mouth. Arthur blushed and looked away from the man. Ivan grinned childishly at the teacher.

Francis slowly stood up and stared at his class before forcing a scowl. "Alright alright. Calm yourselves. Get out last nights homework and then I've got a new lesson type thing to try out." He walked over to Ivan's desk and took the homework presented to him and began to make his way to his cousins desk. He gave Arthur a happy grin as he took the British boys homework which caused for Arthur to blush softly and Francis to chuckle to himself.

He set the papers on his desk and turned to face the class. "Alright, we have learned about sentence structure and how to pronounce and say foods and flowers. So today I am going to pair you all up in groups of two and your groups will compose a twenty line dialogue, ten lines each, and perform it in front of the class tomorrow morning."

Everyone began to look at each other and worry about who they were going to be paired up with. 'Oh please not Ivan!' Arthur thought as the Russian glared at him before grinning with childish innocence.

"So once I say who your partner is, go and sit beside them s'il vous plaît(please). Mya and Chelle." The Asian stood up and switched spots with Bella. "Lien and Ivan." Arthur sighed with relief. Francis raised an eyebrow in confusion but continued. "And so that leaves Arthur and Linh."

The happier looking of the twins slowly made her way over to Arthur. "Chào." Arthur nodded to her.

Francis clapped his hands in order to get everyone's attention. "You're going to want a sheet of paper and pen. Pick a topic. Example would be like going to the store and grocery shopping or getting flowers or talking about clothes at the mall or something. Understood, oui?" "Oui." The class said simultaneously.

Linh took out her notebook and flipped to an empty page. "So what should our topic be about?" She asked Arthur without looking at him.

He stared at her and bit his lip. "Not too sure. I'm not too good at French. You can pick the topic?" He offered. She nodded. "How about grocery shopping? We can buy tomatoes, bread, fish, and such."

Arthur nodded. "Sounds good to me. How do we start?"

Linh tapped her chin with the eraser on her pencil. "Well I suppose we can just say what we're going to do, such as 'I am buying tomatoes for spaghetti', and then ask each other where certain foods are?"

"Let's do it," Arthur answered with a shrug. And so with that the two began their group project. Francis stared at Arthur for a few seconds and smiled softly as Linh tried to help him fix one of his sentences on the paper. The elder man took out a red pen and began grading the homework from the previous night. After ten minutes he stood up and began to pass it back out.

He leaned down to help Ivan and Lien fix their spelling on one word and gave back their homework and did so to every group. When he arrived to Arthur he pat the teen on the shoulder as he handed the paper back. Linh groaned softly at her grade; a 96 percent. While Arthur stared in shock at his.

Sure he'd had help from the teacher doing the homework but he couldn't help the small surge of pride that ran its course through him. "What did you make?" Arthur handed the small Vietnamese girl the paper. "I thought you said that you weren't good at French?" She accused with a small glare to the blonde.

Arthur blushed. "Oh I'm not. I have a tutor of sorts." He explained sheepishly. Linh stared at him for a few more seconds, deciding on whether or not to believe him, before nodding. Francis smiled softly as he overheard the conversation but busied himself with more work as the students continued to work on their projects.

~Later(at lunch)~
Arthur grinned widely as he sat down next to Vladimir. "Hello~" He said happily as he bit into the wheat roll. Lukas arched an eyebrow at him. "Well you seem to be in more lively spirits than earlier. What got you in such a good mood?"

Vladimir looked between the two in curiosity as he ate his mashed potatoes. Arthur shrugged. "Not much. I think I may get used to having my froggy French teacher tutor me though. I made a hundred on my homework last night. Hopefully that made my grade a bit better."

Lukas nodded in understanding. Vladimir grinned widely. "Good for you Arthur!" Arthur grinned wider. Until he took a big bite of his own food. "They get more disgusting every day don't they?" He asked.

The Norwegian shrugged. "I'm bringing my own lunch." He held up the brown bag. Arthur sighed. "I may begin doing that soon."

Vladimir stared at the lunch plate. "Well until you do... you gonna eat that?" The Romanian pointed to Arthur's lunch. Arthur pushed it over to him gladly. "Take it. I think I'm going to go to the library. I shall see you both later." Vladimir and Lukas waved goodbye.

"How on earth can you eat that crap?" Lukas asked with a scowl as soon as Arthur was gone. Vladimir shrugged. "I like it." Lukas sighed and rolled his eyes but dropped the matter.

As Arthur walked down the halls to the library he stopped next to a cracked door as he heard his name. "Look Francey-pants, just be careful, okay? Arthur was a seriously messed up kid before this year." He heard a German accented voice say.

Arthur paled. 'No... No no no no! They can't be talking about that stuff! No!' He thought in horror. He gulped as he heard a Spanish accented voice chime in. "He did serious drugs. I still wonder where he got them actually. He got another student addicted to opium last year."

"Who?" He heard Francis ask. Arthur squeezed his eyes shut. 'This isn't happening!' "Yao Wang." The German voice said. Arthur decided he'd heard enough and pushed himself away from the wall and began to jog down the hall back the way he'd come from.

"Sorry!" he muttered as he ran into someone. "Aiyah! Watch where you're going opium bastard!" Arthur paled more and just turned away and ran to an empty bathroom.

~Meanwhile With Francis~
The Frenchman sipped his coke as he watched Antonio practically explode with happiness as he ate some of Lovino's homemade pizza. "You two just don't understand!" He said as he finally noticed the looks his friends were giving him.

Gilbert and Francis laughed. Antonio swallowed the bit of food in his mouth. "So how was the tutoring last night amigo?" Francis swallowed his own bite of his lunch; leftover pancakes from breakfast with Matthew. "It went quite well actually. I was expecting him to be more scary."

Gilbert scowled. "Look Francey-pants, just be careful, okay? Arthur was a seriously messed up kid before this year." Antonio nodded in agreement and worry for his friend. "He did serious drugs. I still wonder where he got them actually. He got another student addicted to opium last year."

Francis leaned back in shock and stared between the two, hoping they were lying. "Who?" Gilbert sighed. "Yao Wang."

Antonio sipped his own soda. "I think it's supposed to be Wang Yao." Gilbert waved his hand. "Either way." Antonio chuckled. "Just be careful around the boy. For both your sake and his." Francis nodded seriously. 'I hope that I can help him but he doesn't even really like me.' The Frenchman thought as he ate another bite of the pancakes.

Unbeknownst to him Arthur was thinking about his as well. 'Great! Now he probably hates me. He's going to act differently around me! Just like all of the others!'

A/N: Right. Well sorry that took so long. Been uber busy. Now I know I'm making Artie seem like a hormonal teenage girl but he's just very upset. He doesn't realize it yet but he's got a crush on Francis. Yep. And there could quite possibly be a kiss between the two either in the next chapter or the chapter after. Sorry! But I'm building up angst for it x3 for reasons. Because I'm a cruel author. Reviews are lovely by the way!