Alfred F. Jones practically had to drag his lazy ass to class that morning. AP english was not something he was looking forward to. How did he even get into that dumb class? Sure, when he tried he was pretty awesome at writing, but did that mean that he liked it? No way in hell. He wasn't freaking Arthur Kirkland. No offense to his best friend in the whole world who probably secretly hates him.

His teacher didn't even try to make the class fun. She'd waddle in with her pregnant stomach and then proceed to bark orders at everyone before sitting in her chair. Playing flappy bird on her phone and eating crap like cheese wiz with grapes. On top of all of that, she gave a ridiculous amount of homework that keeps him up from the time he gets back from football practice to practically the next morning. People say that pregnant people glow and radiate happiness, but quite frankly, the only thing that radiated was a demonic vibe.

The blond slumped forward in his desk and slammed his forehead down. That was sure to leave a mark… to bad it wasn't enough to get him out of class. He leaned on his cheek and decided to pass the time staring out the window. His teacher was late.

"Alfred! Pay attention," A voice hissed at him from the front of the class, " will be here soon and that is no way to be acting."

The bespeckled boy turned to see his friend giving him a weird stare. Alfred felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards into one of his famous grins. The smile turned into a laugh when he saw Arthur sputter and snap his attention back to the front of the classroom with a huff. It was getting easier to mess with him recently.

"Attention class!" Alfred looked up again, expecting to see his boring teacher, but instead there was a nice looking woman dressed in pink, "I am and I will be filling in for Mrs. Caldman."

Sweet! No more boring teacher! The first half of class was spent doing introductions, which was fun because Alfred had almost all of his friends in this class. They stood in a circle and had to say the name of the person before and after them, then state their name and one fact about themselves. Alfred was the last one to go, naturally, because you save the best for last right?

"Feliciano, I'm Alfred F. Jones! And I like hamburgers and video games and playing football an-"

"Ok, thank you for that Alfred!" his teacher smiled and clasped her hands together, "I am not actually an english teacher… but left you guys a big project to work on for the rest of the year, along with other little things."

The teacher began to explain how the rest of the year would work. There would be other mini lessons in addition to a bigger project. "You all will work in groups to write a book! Hold on… I know I have the groups here somewhere…" The small brunette woman rummaged through her bag. Alfred glanced around the room, waving his arm a bit to get Mathias' attention. His attempts were fruitless though. The other blond was talking to the boy on his right, or at least trying to. Mathias was probably rambling on about something stupid again while Lukas barely paid him any attention, facing the other way.

"Ah! Here it is!" held a crumpled up piece of paper, "So here are the details of your assignment. You are to finish writing a book by the end of the year, it can be about anything. The writing quality must be top notch and it must be at least 150 pages. You will work in groups of three and are expected to work well, groups will not change. Groups will get a full class period at least once a week. Blah, blah, blah… you don't need to know this... Ok! Moving onto the fun part, here are your groups."

Oooh exciting! Alfred looked around the class, who would he want in his group?

"Feliciano, Ludwig, and Matthew." The three shuffled to one part of the room. Alfred felt sort of sorry for his brother, being caught in the middle of those two lovey dovey people. Poor Matt, just his luck.

"Arthur, Lukas, and Lovino." Well that sucked. The american was hoping to at least have his best friend(?) in his group… because... he was awesome at english. He inwardly laughed as Lukas walked away wordlessly, leaving Mathias talking to air and Lovino practically had to wrench Antonio off of him. Toni was a huggy guy, but the spaniard liked to hug the smaller boy more for some reason. 'Some reason'...

"Yao, Ivan, and Gilbert." Wow. That group was going to be… something.

"Tino, Berwald, and Feliks." Oh poor Tino. Feliks would probably write 'like' every other sentence and Berwald… Well he wouldn't talk. Tino noooooooooo.

"Kiku, Elizabeta, and Francis." No comment.

"And finally, Matthias, Antonio, and Alfred." Yes! He did not get a bummer group! The blond whooped and made his way to his group, pulling out the laptop that the school gave everyone.

"You have the remainder of the class to work on this! Don't waste your time." The teacher sat down at her new desk and began to pack things into it.

"Ok! So I propose that we write a book on how to be awesome just like me! Though that might be tough because not everyone can be this cool." Alfred's laugh was cut off by Mathias.

"The book should be modeled after me, if anything!" Mathias chuckled while Antonio was trying to share a google doc with them. Stupid school wifi. Stupid google and it's fancy words and buttons. Why couldn't he just share this document!

"Ok mi amigos. How about we write about something that all of us can contribute to? Not that we are not all awesome, but writing 150 pages will be kind of hard." The brunette stood up and placed a hand on both of his partners shoulders. Well… He did have a point. Plus no one could ever be as awesome as they were. Ever. But then what should they write about?

"Ugh, dudes. What should we write then? Can we decide this later?" The american felt like giving up already… it was too much work to think of something like this.

"Ah! Here we go!" Mathias cheered at something on his computer screen. Top ten things to write about.

"Horror. No, out of the question," Alfred skimmed over the list, "Love? Like some cheesy chick flick kinda thing?"

"Nah, I think it's just love in general. But man don't we all have problems there." Antonio sighed and scratched his cheek. Well… He wasn't wrong. There was certainly a problem with having a lack of a love life. Oh don't get them wrong, single life was great, not to mention that they did have tons of girls pining after them. After all it's hard not to when you're either the captain of the football or soccer team.

"Well, I think that I'm cool enough to get anyone I want!" The Dane puffed out his chest and pointed a finger to the sky.

Alfred coughed, "Not Lukas." The other blond glared at him while he proceeded to clear his throat, "Ok sorry I had something stuck in my throat. Now that I can speak again, Not Lukas."

"Fuck you man." Mathias glanced over to where Lukas was working before a smirk made it's way onto his face, "Oh but you could get anyone?"

"Eh… Maybe." Alfred shrugged, he was, as Feliks put it, 'like the most popular, like sought after boy in the history of hetalia high'.

"What about little Arthur?"

"Below the belt dude. Below the belt." Alfred narrowed his eyes at Mathias and Antonio just laughed at the both of them.

"Oh shut it. You can't even go a minute without Lovino cursing you out." The boys laughing stopped as he sighed.

"See… we all have problems."

"Stupid Tsunderes…" Alfred muttered, remembering something Kiku told him once about what a tsundere was. Wait. Hold on there… This could work! The american pulled out his laptop and started typing on the shared document. The other two looked at him curiously until the furious pounding stopped. He smiled widely before facing the screen towards them.

Bright green eyes squinted at the screen and Antonio parted his lips, "How to Win a Tsundere's Heart. By Alfred F. Jones, Mathias Kohler, and Antonio Hernandez. Want to win over your tsundere's heart? Then read this book to find out the steps you need to take in order to win over that stubborn heart. Tsundere- a person who is mean and hateful at first but eventually warms up and shows a more affectionate side."

"Not bad Jones… Though I have one complaint." Alfred gestured for Mathias to continue, "How come your name comes first!"

"Because I thought of the idea, duh." Mathias was about to retort when Antonio cut in.

"How about we start working on a plan to write this? We can try different things and see if they work." It sounded like a good idea… But what were they going to do first?

Arthur redid his combination again, his locker just wouldn't open. He just really wanted to get to lunch before the crowd of people came. He was already on edge with this new english assignment… what were they going to write about? Lovino immediately shot down the magic idea, much to Arthur and Lukas' distress, on the account of he doesn't "want to look like a fucking nutjob".

He let out a sigh of relief when the lock clicked open. He proceeded to organize his books and put his morning class stuff back into the small space. The blond didn't even need to turn around when he heard a familiar shuffling, "What is it Alfred? I'm quite busy."

"On a scale from one to America, how free are you tonight?" Arthur looked over his books. Where was his science book?

"As I just said a moment ago, I am quite busy. I have no time for your nonsense." Oh there it was. He placed it in his bag and shut the red door before facing his… friend.

Alfred looked kind of confused. Maybe he needed one that was a little more direct, "I may be batman but you're robin my heart."

The other blonde's eyes widened as he felt the tips of his ears turn red. Maybe this was going to be easier than Alfred thought.

"W-what the hell! Stop with your nonsense and get to class!" He pushed past the taller boy, completely red in the face, hitting him hard in the head with his math textbook. Arthur Kirkland would not, NOT, be some test subject for ridiculous pickup lines.

"But Iggy, It's lunch."

"Oh shut it you git."

"Lukas! Luuuuuukasssssssss." Mathias trailed after the norwegian. The boy turned to him, cross armed.

"What?"

"I'll treat you like my homework and slam you on the table and do you all night long." Mathias smirked at the faint blush that dusted pale cheeks. He used a rather vulgar pick up line… but what better way than to be direct? His heartbeat picked up, waiting eagerly for a reply.

"You don't do your homework at all. Infact, you neglect it." The smaller blond kicked him in the back of the legs, "So yes. I would like you to treat me like your homework and leave me alone."

"Get off me you idiota!" Lovino held the poor spaniards face at an arm's length.

"But Lovi! Do you have a bandaid? Cause I scraped my knee falling for you." Lovino stopped struggling for a moment to look at the other boy. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"Dumbass, if you need a bandaid go to the nurse! Don't ask me, do I look like a damn lady who carries around bandaids in a purse?" He started struggling again.

"Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?" The italian stopped once more before bringing his fist up.

"Ow! You're supposed to give me a kiss, not punch me!" The smaller boy took the opportunity to get away, running halfway down the hall before screaming, "I let my fist kiss your stupid face."

Pick up lines on a tsundere equals pain. Do not, DO NOT, try.

Arthur sighed as he found a seat under a vacant tree. The sun was bright, but the wind was blowing considering the fact that it was late fall. He looked up when he saw two other figure sit by him.

"Bloody American."

"Dumbass Dane."

"Fucking Tomato Bastard."

Arthur turned to his companions, all of them slightly red in the face, "Guys. I think I just figured out what we should write about."