A/N: Hi! This is the first chapter of "Standing Alone"

Um, this is my first Asakiku so please go easy on me... I'm a bit new to this fanfiction stuff ^^'

Anyway, I don't own Hetalia and I hope you enjoy~

He had to do this. Stand alone.

Except for himself, no one was ever there. Stand alone.

Lonely, though many people walked past. Stand alone.

People just hurt him...no one really cared. Stand alone.

All he could do was...

Stand alone.

Arthur raised the glass to his lips and took a sip of water. He was sitting amongst his friends at the lunch table.

The English teen was an A and B student but also popular. He had many friends and always minded his own business. Only a few people didn't want to talk to him. His politeness and charm drew in quite a few people.

All in all, he was the most popular boy in school.

Arthur looked at the people who surrounded him at the table. This HAD to be the best place to be...

Kiku ate his lunch away from the crowd. It was too noisy and chaotic around for that. He ate quietly and took his time. Unlike Arthur, Kiku was not popular. Though he got straight A's, Kiku did not get half of the attention that Arthur got. He wondered what it was like...having everyone wanting to do something for you; having girls practically throw themselves at you; having people actually know you're name. Kiku thought for a second. No, his situation was not as bad as that boy from Canada's. What was his name again? Ma...Mu...Michael? Martin? MATTHEW! That was it! The only reason that Kiku knew his name at all was because he was best friends with Matthew's brother, Alfred.

Scratch that, he was ONLY friends with Matthew's brother, Alfred. He had a couple of acquaintances, but no "friends".

Alfred was loud and kind of obnoxious, but he was a good friend. He could be smarter if he actually listened in class instead of playing with his PSP (which the teachers seemed to never catch him playing). He was a likable person, though his annoying personality could get in the way of understanding him. He believed in aliens and things of the supernatural.

Kiku was thinking deeply when a voice interrupted his thought process.

"Hey, dude! You're still coming over to my house tomorrow, riiiiight?"

Kiku was startled by the sudden question, but after a couple of seconds he came back to his senses. "Oh, yes Alfred-kun. I'm still coming over," he replied to his hyper friend.

"That's great! And you're staying the night too? We can go alien hunting! We're sure to find some kind of alien! They're everywhere y'know and-" This is where Kiku began to tone out Alfred.

Soon enough, the bell rang, indicating the end of lunch. Kiku stood up and took his tray over to the trash can. As he walked with Alfred still babbling in his ear, he thought of how someone as cool as Arthur would never talk to someone like Kiku.

Once again, the obnoxious American broke into Kiku's thoughts. "Maaan...I've got music with Mr. Edelstein next...HES FREAKING SCARY DUDE... It's like he's bearing into my soul...and he really hates me for some odd reason. Anyway, I'll talk to you later ok? I don't wanna be late for my 'FAVORITE' class!" Alfred laughed in that annoying way of his and ran off towards his next class.

The Hetalia World Academy (or HWA) was a school for those of many countries to come and study. There were people from just about every country at this school. It was a school for the rich kids, maybe not so much richest of rich, but definitely rich. Kiku had gotten in through scholarship.

Kiku knew that he really didn't belong in that school...he was always the outcast in everything. From picking teams for dodgeball, to people not seeing him for his shortness, even as far as forgetting that Kiku was even in the classroom. The Japanese teen sighed. He supposed it was partially his fault...he was so shy and timid to speak to new people. When he'd try to make new friends, he'd blush terribly red and end up embarrassing himself by saying something stupid. Because of this, he just kept to himself and Alfred.

But in reality, Arthur Kirkland was his role model. The cool, British boy who could talk to everyone and keep his feelings a mystery the whole time. Arthur occasionally lost his temper but had generally the same attitude towards everyone. Sure, Kiku always had the same on too, but it just wasn't the same.

Kiku could only dream of being like Arthur...In all honesty, Kiku thought he had a...no he didn't want to think about it...

As he walked to his AP World History class, he took a deep breath. This was Kiku's only class with Arthur...it was his past-time to steal glances at Arthur when he finished his work. He calmly walked into the classroom and took his seat, pulled out his writing utensil, pulled out his book and binder and faced the board, ready to learn. He was always early, and today was no different. Everyone usually came in with...

"Arthur? Can I sit next to you in history today?" Kiku heard outside in the hall.

Knowing the gestures of the Englishman, he probably just shrugged or said, "Yeah." judging by the way the girl had just squealed...

Arthur walked into the room with a small group of people following him. They were talking and laughing, Kiku observed. That must've been what it was like to have a bunch of friends...The Japanese teen had never known that feeling... The group continued to talk amongst themselves after they sat down. About two minutes later, the tardy bell rang. Kiku watched the door, waiting for the teacher, Mr. Smith, to walk in. Suddenly, he felt something hit the back of his head. He turned and figured it was just some bully picking on the shorter boy. Then he realized it was a wadded up note. 'Must've been thrown to the wrong person...' Kiku thought.

As he began to walk toward the recycling bin, (gotta keep the environment healthy!) he saw through the note that it had his name on it.

Kiku became curious and sat back down in his seat. Who threw this at him? He opened the note and looked up before reading it. (Where was Mr. Smith?) The note read:

"Kiku,

I need to talk to you after school. 3:10, on the rooftop.

-Arthur"

Kiku could feel his eyes become the size of saucers. Arthur? Wanted to see HIM? KIKU? Of all people...? Kiku was about to say something when the History teacher walked into the room. "Sorry I'm late! I got caught behind helping some kids. Anyway! Pull out your homework."

The teenagers all pulled out their homework. Luckily, Kiku already had his out because he was too shocked to do anything at the moment.

His heart was beating faster than it ever had before, and he was sure that something alive was in his stomach. The teacher was talking, but Kiku heard none of it. He reread the fourteen word letter over and over, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But then realization dawned on him. Why would Arthur EVER want to talk to Kiku? There was nothing interesting to talk about. Kiku looked at his fingers disappointedly. It was probably just some prank someone pulled to make fun of him. Arthur probably wouldn't be on the rooftop...

But maybe... there was a small chance he would be there...

The whole rest of history, Kiku couldn't stop thinking of Arthur saying the note in his crisp English accent. Arthur, Arthur, Arthur was all he could think. Pretty soon class was over and Kiku just about floated out of the room.

The next two periods flew by. Pretty soon it was 3:13. (He had study hall) Kiku breathed deeply as he was about to begin a long ascent up the stairs. He was already late...Kiku hoped that Arthur didn't think he stood him up...

As he walked up the steps, he counted them. "1...2...3...7...15...19..." He stopped on the 20th step. He grasped the doorknob with his hand, about to turn it. Kiku could hear his heartbeat in his ears and felt as if he was about to explode. He sighed and whispered to himself, "You cam do it..."

He turned the knob, pushed the door, walked out and...

No one was up there.

A/N: Awww, poor Kiku... :( anyway...I don't think this chapter is very good XP but I've never really been good at first chapters...Anyway, please tell me what you think! Thanks for reading! Sorry it's so short. XP

P.S. Just think you should know, they're juniors in a high school in New York. I know it's a bit overused but I like the idea, y'know?

P.S.S. Whoever finds the "secret" hidden in the first part of this chapter gets a shout out next chapter. :D