"This is not my day," thought an irate Englishman out loud as he jogged down the street. Storms clouds were overhead, thunder crashing and lightning flashing sporadically, and rain pouring down harshly. "The bloody weather man said it'd be sunny today. Why did I believe the wanker?" he muttered to himself. "It always rains in England. I should've known."

Arthur Kirkland had decided to walk to work that morning, due to the weather man's broadcast, who had said it would be a sunny day. Although it didn't rain absolutely all the time in England, and it was occassionally rather warm, it just had to be raining today, when Arthur didn't have his blasted brolly with him. Just his luck. Or lack of it, rather.

The water level wasn't as bad as it was in Birmingham, but as London was a big city and people had to get to work. As it was, lots of the roads were blocked due to all of the rain. "Too dangerous," Arthur repeated in an obsene immitation of the news reporter, as they had earlier mentioned that roads would be closed due to the amount of terrible weather. One of the roads closed was the one he used as a shortcut to get to work. "I suppose it's the long way 'round today," he grumbled moodily as his jogged turned into a mad dash after he checked his watch. "Fuck," he cursed angrily. "I've only got ten minutes left to get to the bloody place and my bus route is blocked!" he screamed to no one in particular as he ran frantically to his work place.

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"This is the third time this week, Alfred F. Jones. What do you have to say about it? Any excuses?" The addressed person didn't look up from the desk before him, which his eyes were glued to. He didn't like looking people in the eyes when he was in trouble. He heard his headmaster release a heavy sigh of regret and managed to glance at the seemingly unkempt man towering over him, as he was sitting and the other man standing. "I think you should consider therapy, Al." Odd thing about that man, he was like one of the kids. He acted as if he were on the same level as the kids and didn't punish them really. At least, not in a patronising way.

"Therapy?" repeated the dirty-blond teenager, finally looking up properly. "Gramps, you can't do that to me!" he shouted, his eyes wide and panicked. He stood up and slammed his hands on the desk out of desperation and a bit of fury. "You know why I do it... Don't make me do this! I can stop! I can--" He stopped abruptly when Headmaster Julius(1) held up a hand to stop his tirade.

"Alfred, calm down. Sit down and take it easy," the brown-haired man said sternly, an unusual frown on his normally exubarent features. Unable to resist the authoritative man, Alfred fell back into the hard chair and his azure eyes travelled back to the table once more. Julius relieved another heavy sigh and ran a hand through his messy hair. Silence reigned for a while, and all Alfred could hear was the unusually loud ticking of the twenty four hour clock behind the rubber tree plant in the corner, until Julius sighed again and levelled Alfred with a serious and sombre stare. "I won't force you to go to the therapist's place, but I'm gonna give you the number of a place I know. And trust me," he said, flashing a reassurring grin now. "They work. Especially one Wang Yao," he added the last part as an afterthought. He shook his head and ripped off a post-it note and scribbled on it, and then grabbed Alfred's hand and stuffed the bright yellow paper into it, locking eyes. "Please, Al, just try it."

A minute or so later, Alfred shut the door to Julius's office with a quiet clink sound, much different from the usual slam he emphasised his departure with. Sighing wearily, he looked down at the bright yellow post-it stoically before glaring at it and clenching his fist, scrunching it up. He raised his hand to through it but stopped abruptly and froze in that position, before grumbling and pocketing it. Guess I should head to class... he thought ruefully, recalling the disappointed look in his headmaster's eyes. Julius had never looked so saddened. As if to shake the memory away, the American shook his head and began the trek to class.

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Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

(1) - Julius is Ancient Rome. I don't believe he has been given a human name in the anime/webcomic, so I got a roman name to use. Glad my friend is so bloody intelligent. XD Thanks for that, Ken.

This is merely the prologue. I hope you guys will stay tuned for the rest of the story. Chapters are always longer than the prologue. Things will all be made clear later, but for now I'll let you guys know some little details.

- Presently, at the beginning of the story, Alfred is nineteen in this, as he is in the anime. He is in a university and is studying law, but he wants to become a police officer, not a lawyer like his father wanted to, which will be brought into this later.
- Analogous to that, Arthur is twenty three as he is in the canon. He is a therapist, as you may have possibly guessed. All characters shall probably be brought into this later on.
- As you're probably most interested in, the pairings. -sweatdrops- I'm such a hypocrite... Well, I'm not sure of all of the pairings yet, but these are a few that I'm certain of: USxUK (with past FrancexUK), GreecexJapan (with past TurkeyxGreece), either RussiaxChina or RussiaxPrussia, AustriaxHungary, BelarusxUkraine, FrancexCanada. Not sure of any others yet.

Reviews are appreciated.