A/N: PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU SPAZZ OUT OF CONFUSION
There are two totally different scenes/worlds I am writing, and it may seem VERY confusing now, but later, it will all fit together. So please pay attention to both of them. The first scene/world in this chapter England is in the normal, Hetalia world. The second scene/world, all the countries with their HUMAN(mostly) names will be in the high school world. And the second world is in Alfred's POV.
The teacher/admins/adults are all made up, and they don't play any important role. They a necessary for high school, but they don't play any big roles. Only the students are actually characters of Hetalia.
Yes, this is USUK. Not much in the first chapter, though.
Sorry if anyone feels offended by Alfred's… American point of view. I really have nothing against anyone!
Disclaimer: Do you think I can really own Hetalia? XD I live in 'MURICA, so Hetalia will all be about 'MURICA! So I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters.
England scoured through his grand library, pulling out books and dusting them off in fury. He was extremely pissed about the last world meeting, when no one would touch his scones. Were they even that bad? Sure, countries rejecting his scones happened before and he ignored and brushed off those events that happened, but he was getting sick and tired of working extremely hard, mind you, on those scones but was left to waste. They didn't even try them! And America and the other nations he raised were just faking how disgusting his food tasted! They totally were faking! He remembered Chibi America's face lit up when he made his food for him.
And the last world meeting was the limit. He had run through his scone recipe book and made blueberry scones, strawberry scones, blueberry lemon scones, maple syrup scones-for Canada's birthday-, cinnamon apple scones, just all the scones you could have thought of, even pasta scones for Italy! None were eaten! None! While all the other nations showed off their food-especially France-his food was untouched! He was kept out of the kitchen for scones' sakes! But the worst was America. It wasn't just his greasy, colorful, ridiculously sweet food and though he was criticized, it wasn't as harsh as England's! It was when America knew how wonderful his food was! He loved his food! But he proceeded to go along with everyone else, putting the food in his mouth and spitting them right out in front of England's face. He even used them to score points with the trash can!
England realized he had to use a little of his magic to beautify his scones, if it was even possible to make them more alluring than they already were! He just had to find the right spell. Huge mountains of books were laid in the library and bookshelves cleared. The air was dusty, England's eyes were blurry and strained, and his hair looked as if someone has tried to pull it out. He was getting migraines, but he was determined to find the book before he rested. Then finally, he found the spell he was looking for. He panted, and carried the huge book-twice the size of a textbook- into the kitchen. He smiled in satisfaction. His scones would not be ignored tomorrow morning.
He didn't realize that he was carrying one of the dangerous lotus spell books, the spell book with serious side effects after each spell. He didn't bother to read the extremely long warning that came with Lotus Spell. He figured he was too much of an expert for anything to go wrong.
It's just one of those usually warnings about what would happen if I got it wrong, he thought, as he gathered his ingredients.
It wasn't my fault I fell asleep in English class again. The lights were dimed and I was just so tired. Plus, Mrs. Ruben's voice wasn't loud enough. And…Well ok, those weren't exactly good reasons, but I was tired, ok?
Anyway, I tried my best not to fall asleep during the PowerPoint presentation on the difference between paraphrasing and a summary, but sooner or later a much too familiar soft objected pounded my face. Instinctively, I twitched, and sat straight up, realizing I had fallen asleep again.
The object thrown at me was this round, soft squishy, tomato sized pillow thing. Mrs. Ruben uses it to wake up sleeping students. Well, a certain sleeping student. And since I'm the usual victim, she drew a face with glasses on, to make it look much like me. That thing haunts me. Kiku tells me it's a mochi. Whatever that was.
"I'm sorry!" I apologized, but she wasn't even listening to me, since it happened so often. She went along with her lesson, in that droning voice of hers. I sighed, and turned to the Italian to my right. Feli's pencil was moving, as though it was taking notes, but don't let that fool you. I asked him if I could look at his notes once, and all I saw was pages and pages of cat and food doodles. His drawing are wicked good, I'll give him that. Feli's real name is Feliciano, but no one really calls him that unless they are like my super formal friend, Kiku.
Kiku was Japanese, and he was real serious about his school work. Asians. But behind that Asian-smartness cover of his, he was an amazing skill of making awesome miniature objects, programmed and designed video games-all that Asian skill-, and under his bed was full of backwards comic novels that he called, manga. The Japanese are so interesting.
Sitting in front of me was a tall Russian, who basically blocked most of board from me. Not that I minded, since I usually don't pay attention anyway and I could sneak food without being caught. Ivan had this creepy aura thing that just kinda scares you sometimes, but he was definitely a good person to be with when he was on your side.
I looked at the notes I had taken so far. My bold, sloppy handwriting and my bouncy ADHD words came from when I was too lazy to memorize the words on the board, then looking down to write them. I just looked at the board and wrote what it said, occasionally looking down just in case I wasn't writing on the table. My stomach growled. When was the-
HONK! Our school "bell" signaled lunch time. They really needed to stop scaring us with random noises. Yesterday, the bell was different barnyard animals. I dashed out the classroom with my super amazing speed (Well maybe I did trip on a chair…), and ran across the courtyard. The sun was in my eyes, blinding me at first because I was sitting the dark classroom, but the smell of hotdogs drifted in the air, making me run fast. As usual, I was the first to get one.
"Hey Alfred!" Thalia, the lunch lady greeted me.
"'Sup! Two hotdogs, two cookies, and a bag of chips please!"
Thalia retrieved the items, and then I picked up my tray and dashed away. "Thanks!"
I went outside to where Kiku, Gilbert, Francis, Antonia, Feli, and Ludwig sat.
"Hey Kiku! What are you miniaturizing today?" I asked, since everyday he made miniatures of something.
"I'm actually getting ready to make a miniature person. I'm also going to do a little animation on him. Feliciano is going to decide what he looks like and help me do the animation." Japan answered, as he took a riceball from his lunch box.
"Ve~! But I need help!" Feli showed me his sketchbook. There was a body outline, but there weren't any hair face features and such on there. In bullet points off to the side read:
"Cool! Let me add a few!" I took his pencil and added:
"Non! What are you doing! We can't let him have your terrible food tastes!" Francis complained. I rolled my eyes.
"My food is awesome of course!"
"He should have an awesome pet that flies!" Gilbert shouted, snatching the sketchbook from me.
"Ohhh! Green eyes of course! Like mine!" Antonio added, snatching the sketchbook from Gilbert.
"He must be cute and sexy~!" Francis grinned.
"English!" I shouted. "His first language must be English!"
"Ahhh! How about he should be a tsundere!" Japan eagerly joined.
"He should have blond hair." Ludwig said.
"Heyy! He has to somehow resemble me!" Peter popped from nowhere and joined us. Peter was 10 years old who was somehow smart enough to join high school. But no one took him seriously.
"Ohonhon~! Your oversized eyebrows!" Francis teased. Peter also had these ridiculous eyebrows.
"He should like tea, aru!" Yao, the Chinese dude joined.
"Make him gay!" Elizabeth squealed.
"He should believe in magic." Lukas added. Our table was attracting people.
"He should somehow resemble me, da?" Ivan said.
"Ya, some creepy magic." I laughed. I snatched the notebook to write my ideas down. I realized my burger idea was erased, but before I could add it back, the "bell" honked again, and I passed it Feli.
"Oh, and please name him…" I thought for a moment. "Arthur Kirkland!"
I had no idea why I liked that name, but it sounded nice. There was something familiar about it.
"Ve~! I will probably be done with it by the last period! My next class is art! Ciao!" Feli grinned.
"See ya!"I ran off to the gym.
In gym, we had the mile run test. In the last lap, the stupid weather decided it was time to rain, and maybe the rain fell in my eyes. And maybe I did run into Ludwig. And maybe I did scrape my knee when I fell...
But I was fine. The hero is always fine! I'm American!
The coach called off the mile run test, and sooner or later the bell rang-it actually rang normally this time-and I dashed off to Biology class in the rain.
"Hey Feli! How's the dude drawing?" I asked.
"Ve~! It's done! Look!" He eagerly took his sketchbook out of his backpack. I examined his drawing. My mind went wild. The blond hair, the green eyes, those huge brows. The little tea set next to him. They were… perfect! It was…
"Dude! How'd ya manage to draw this! It's so real! I mean, like realistic! This is so cool!"
"Ve~! Thank you! I don't know! I just had this nice clear memory of him! Is that weird, no?"
"He's… so real..real…" I tried to find the words. "He's like perfect! Like, dude…"
"Alfred? Are you ok? Ahh! What happened to you knee!" Feli gasped.
"Aww, nothin' much. I'm fine, I was just running and it started to rain and I accidentally ran into Ludwig."
"Wh-what? Is Ludwig ok?" Italy asked.
"Don't worry! He's totally fine! He didn't get hurt at all!" I laughed. "Just a bit of rain! Kinda reminds me of the time I was in London you kn-"
Wait. London. When was ever I in London?
"A-are you ok, Alfred?" My brother, Mathew joined us.
"I think… say, Mathew. Did we ever go to England?" I asked.
"Ummm, not that I remembered."
"Ah. Ok." I was imagining things.
"Please sit down, class!" Our teacher, Mr. Kelley ordered. We separated, and I took my seat next to the door. "Much better! Now today we will learn-"
The door opened, creaking loudly, and golden hair peeked out along with lost bright green eyes.
Accompanied with huge brows.
His eyes caught mine, widened with fear as if I was some monster, and then quickly looked away. I turned my head to Feli, who was also surprised.
"Ahhh, that's right! We have a new student! Your name?" Mr. Kelley asked.
I held my breath. Please don't say Arthur Kirkland…
-Each chapter will have a little theme/moral. You can check out my profile to find them for other chapters. This chapter's main theme is bullying/teasing because how England became unhappy that his cooking isn't appreciated. D:
-Moral: Be careful of your actions on people. They can haunt you later. (Which is kind of the big moral for the whole story...)
-Beta: SyrenHug (Salut! The suspense is kind of killing me right now...)
-And thanks to kokoyuki27, otherwise I would have never thought up of this idea for my fanfiction! :D
-Tell me what you think is happening! :D I have a feeling that people are going to guess correctly ._.