Hetalia:high school romance 7

The next morning, Arthur wasn't in school. Actually, that whole week Arthur wasn't there. And thus, life progressed as it usually would. Alfred paid just enough attention to get him through class, talked with friends at lunch, typical student behavior.

But out of sight doesn't always mean out of mind. Especially at night alone.

Alfred had yet to figure out how he felt about Arthur. In any other situation, he'd had thought he'd just wanted to help Arthur or be friends. But this was different. So different...

More than once, Alfred had thought about the possibility that he had...feelings for the other boy.

But every time he thought that, he'd think about that, he'd think about all the girls he had dated and found attractive. And then that'd take him back to Arthur. Then he'd think that he might be bisexual, and then he'd wonder if he liked girls or guys better, and he would just fall asleep from all the confusion.


After that week of being out of school, Arthur had finally returned.

"Dude, hey! Where've you been?" Alfred greeted with a question the second he saw Arthur walk through the door. He looked over at Alfred, "Oh, I just had to let my cuts heal a bit."

Indeed, his face had gotten much better. Only a few light, small bruises and mostly closed scrapes remained.

"Aww, lucky." Alfred responded with a slight, joking pout, "If something like that happened to me, my mom would just tell me, 'Oh Alfred, man up. A hero would still go.' And that usually ends the conversation." Look at this! They'd hardly know each other a week and they were talking like they'd been friends for years.

"Ha, sounds kinda stupid huh?" Alfred continued, "Well I'm a big sucker for superhero and comic book stuff. I just love them. Hey, random question, but we're gonna find out anyways, what kinds of things do you like? Same things as me?"

Alfred was a little surprised that Arthur was still standing there. Most people he began to rant around would leave in the middle of it. Guess Arthur was one of the like – five people who ever stayed.

Arthur gave a slight chuckle. "Well, we probably don't share many interests," he said, "but I enjoy tea, Earl Grey in particular, and I enjoy sitting by the fire and just relaxing. I don't get to do that much anymore but oh well. And I positively love good literature and plays. Shakespeare is my favorite." Arthur finished.

Well, Alfred thought this was gold. He'd never met a bigger stereotype in his life. And he met Francis Bonefoy*."Ha. How British of you!" he laughed. "Why don't you like good stuff like hamburgers, and cheeseburgers, and soda, and comics, and football, and stuff."

A smirk came on Arthur's face. "Ha. How American of you." he retorted.

Alfred began to laugh at the irony. Arthur gave a weak chuckle.

Suddenly, Alfred took a look at his watch.  "Ahh! We're late, class starts in five minuets and you've still gotta unpack your stuff!"

Alfred grabbed Arthur's arm, and bolted down the hall. "Gah! Slow down git! Ah, you're going to make me trip!" Arthur yelled. At this, Alfred slowed down a bit, but was still making a mad dash.

Once they got to their lockers, Alfred threw himself at Arthur's and began fumbling with the lock. It was then that he realized, he didn't know Arthur's combination number.

"Oh, move over, I can do that myself." Arthur said, hurriedly pushing Alfred out of his way. He put in the numbers, grabbed the things he needed for first period, and ran down the hall. Alfred ran off in the opposite direction.


Alfred had gotten to class two minuets late, and had gotten a lecture after about how he's a role model and needs to be responsible and whatnot.

On the way to his next class, Alfred ran into Arthur. "Hey." Alfred greeted for the second time that day.

Arthur acknowledged him by nodding and turning the corners of his mouth up in a smile. It was small, but it was real.

Alfred's stomach gave a small lurch as his heart skipped one beat. Damn, just when he thought he'd forgotten about these feelings. 'Is this what happens with such a tinny smile? Wow, then I'm scared about what's gonna happen when he laughs*'

Clearing his mind of such thoughts, Alfred started to talk again, "Man, the teacher in my first class, like, so overreacted that I was late. Did you get in trouble with your teacher?"

Arthur's smile grew a little, "Yeah, actually I got in trouble  for being absent all week. They didn't think I had a good enough reason. So I got detention."

"Aw, sorry dude, that's rough." Alfred said with pity. Although, Arthur actually seemed happy about getting detention.

"Oh, I don't mind." Arthur said. Alfred looked at him funny, "Why? Detention sucks."

Not really paying attention to what he was saying, having a dreamy look on his face, Arthur said, "The fairies are happier when we're out of the house." 'Wait, what did he just say?'

They both froze. Alfred stared at Arthur with a kinda freaked-out eyes. Arthur had a hand clamped over his mouth as to not let himself say any more. "Um...what?" asked Alfred.  

"N-nothing. I just..." Arthur trailed off, not quite sure what to say.

Alfred gave him a half questioning, half worried look. "What are you talking about? 'The fairies are happier', what does that mean?" he asked.

Biting his lip awkwardly, Arthur told him, "...I-I'll explain it to you sometime. But-but not now." he turned his gaze away. "Besides we got to get to class."

Reality dawned on Alfred. If they didn't hurry, they'd be late...again.

Alfred sighed. He wanted to know what Arthur had mean, but he didn't want to be late and get himself or Arthur into any more trouble. So he just began walking with Arthur following close behind.
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*Francis shall show up in a couple of chapters. Look forward to it.

*yes Arthur has smiled and laughed in front of Alfred, but they've just been tiny things – not always real.