So~ this is the first chapter for the re-write… Man, I hope I didn't screw it up. ;A;
Warnings: Out-of-Character-ness, language, and that's it I think… for now.
Disclaimer: not Hidekaz Himaruya so Axis Powers: Hetalia isn't mine.
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For an average sixteen year old, transferring schools is a major issue to work on especially with regards to his social life. Perhaps if he arrived in the new school at an inconspicuous time, say, the start of a new school year; he would probably have better chances of finding a group to join while the barriers are still down. But if he transfers, say, two or three months after the first day then it would be a problem especially if he is the type who just doesn't have the guts to try and squeeze into a group he likes. He'd have better chances if he befriended his indifferent seatmate first before anything else.
However that is just the dilemma of an average sixteen year old.
Alfred F. Jones is not your average sixteen year old.
Wednesday morning was pretty fine for Alfred's home. Today he is to enter his new high school halfway through the first semester but he is not worried. Last night he had prepared everything he needed and slept a bit too late for a high school student; his dad had reprimanded him several times that night to lower the volume of his game or go to sleep though he brushed them off with a laugh that nearly cost him his life what with amount of force his dad had whacked his head.
"Aren't you worried for school, lad? Get to bed now!"
"Oh c'mon, Pops! I'm almost at the end of the game! 'sides, I'll be fine tomorrow. Chill!"
And so, here is Alfred – still snuggled up under his blanket despite his alarm crying for him to wake up. An enraged shout of his whole name shattered his sated being and he jolted up from his bed. Another shout and he yawned languidly as he patted his alarm clock to silence it. A third screech and the teen started laughing; the neighbors are probably grumbling at his dad's loudness so early in the morning. It doesn't help that they were new to this neighborhood, having moved only two weeks ago.
He jumped out of his bed and dashed right into his bathroom with a towel. A few minutes later he emerged out of the bathroom, slid over to his dresser for clothing – some simple white shirt, pair of jeans and a worn-bomber jacket – then to his mirror hung up on the wall near the dresser to style his hair. He materialized glasses from somewhere and perched it on his nose, checked himself on the mirror again then he grinned:
A clean, handsome face, golden blond hair perfect though a weird cowlick stuck out, bright blue eyes shone paired with an equally blinding smile…
He winked at himself and chuckled.
"Morning, gorgeous~" he greeted himself.
See, Alfred is not your average sixteen year old.
"Alfred, get your arse down here for breakfast or I'll-"
"Good morning, Dad!" Alfred chirped loud enough for the man to hear downstairs. His father shouted again and he sighed, "I'll be down in a sec!"
He reached for his school bag and other necessities for the day and walked out of his room. As he went down the stairs, his father's nagging voice grew louder– he laughed. "Good morning Daddy, my love!"
The man grumbled. "Take a seat and eat your food, Alfred. I'll drive you to school."
Alfred grimaced as he plopped on to a chair and pulled a plate of what seemed to be food towards him. "Ew, dad. I'm not a kid. I can go to school myself. It's just thirty minutes away by foo–"
"And you woke up thirty minutes late," the man sighed. Alfred harrumphed and focused on his breakfast instead. Once finished, he stood up and stretched. "Okay! Let's get to school!"
His father rolled his eyes but smiled. "Let me get my keys."
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In the car, Alfred bounced on his seat excitedly. His father sighed in equal intervals. The drive seemed longer than it should be. Alfred started babbling about his dream last night to 'entertain' his father, in his defense. The man found it irritating but amusing.
"And then this androgynous– ha, I said it right! –person came up and just kissed me? I mean, what the fuck, right?"
"Alfred," the man groaned, "Mind your language. I do not remember raising you in such a–"
"But don't you curse almost everyone in your office?" Alfred asked innocently to mask the mischief in his query. He looks up in wonder as he reminisced the day he came along with his father to work: as the they made their way to his father's personal office, he watched in mild amusement as the man cussed out every single employee he found disgracing. Good times. "You even called your secretary a slut just 'cause she came back from her break one minute late." He added as his father sputtered. "You should take me to work again!"
"No. Never again." The man deadpanned.
The car finally pulled to a stop in front of the school gates. The man looked relieved that his son will finally leave him alone– for now, at least. Just as he was about to scream at Alfred to get out of the car, his son leans in and places a kiss on the man's cheek.
"Thanks for driving me to school, Dad. See you later!" Alfred beamed and went out of the car.
The man watched as his son entered the gates confidently. He smiled and brushed the kissed cheek.
"Have fun, my boy."
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Alfred would be lying if he said that he wasn't excited. He hasn't been here for more than five minutes and students are already looking at him. Each time he caught them staring, he would give them a smile and watch with slight satisfaction as the students gave their many reactions.
There were a few who scowled at him but he didn't mind. Some teens just hated having to wake up this early every day and see someone who looked to be enjoying every second of it. Blasphemy.
He didn't mean to, really. But he loved school.
He walked enthusiastically towards the main school building. He noticed how several students seem to form a semi-circle around the entrance. The students were murmuring amongst themselves while pointing to the entrance every now and then. Alfred followed the gestures and found another group of students huddled near the entrance.
"Shit, is something gonna happen to her?" one student whispered.
"That's what she gets for standing up to them, I guess. Poor kid."
Alfred raised a brow and stepped a little closer to see what was happening. His eyes widened a fraction and held back a wolf whistle from what he saw:
There were two girls in the middle of the group. One girl, a petite long-haired brunette, was backed up into a wall near the entrance while the other, a taller blonde with curly locks that barely reaches her shoulders, held the brunette's wrist above her head.
While it looked kind of hot to Alfred, it made him quite unnerved. The brunette was crying and no one was doing anything to help. How long has she been in that position?
"P-please let me go!" the brunette begged but it was answered by the blonde with a tug on her wrists.
Alfred heard a low chuckle from the blonde, "Been a long time since I've met someone like you; quite feisty…" another tug, "but weak."
The rest of the group which composed of male students laughed with the blonde as the brunette cried silently. When the blonde leaned in, the by standers' murmurs grew louder in worry. Alfred seethed.
No one wanted to help her.
There was a cry of protest as the blonde kissed the other. A few seconds passed and all that was heard was a sob from the brunette. At that, something in Alfred snapped.
In a fit of fury, he stomped up to the group and pushed the male students away. He ignored the warnings from the students as he grabbed the back of the shirt of the blonde. The blonde turned around to glare at him but before she could talk, Alfred pulled her away from the brunette and threw her to the ground.
"What the fuck is your problem?" the blonde growled at him. Alfred frowned at the girl.
"I could ask you the same thing." He snorted. The brunette held onto him like a lifeline and he sighed, "How can you harass this girl? In broad daylight, no less! I have no idea why but I can't stand there and watch as two girls– wait," Alfred scrunched his brows and stared at the chest of the blonde. It was flat. "Why don't you have boobs?"
Snickers filled the tense atmosphere as the blonde blushed and spluttered angrily. Alfred found himself slowly distracted by the color of the blonde's iris. It wasn't blue like his at all. It was freakin' purple. Wow.
"W-whatever. I know some girls are flat-chested but anyway," Alfred coughed awkwardly as the snickers grew louder. He didn't notice the withering look the male students he pushed away earlier gave him as they helped the blonde up. "You can't just force yourself onto her! She has feelings! And as a girl, you should know more how that feels!"
The brunette was now laughing with the by standers. Alfred cocked his head to the side, confused.
"What's so funny?"
Before the brunette could answer, Alfred was pulled away and found himself on the ground. When he tried to stand, a foot landed on his chest, pushing out the air in his lungs as his eyes shut. His mind finally caught on about what was happening when his eyes met blood red ones. The glare grew more intimidating when he realized that the student had a white hair– not the old man, white but… just white.
Despite his position, Alfred found the time to decide that the student stepping on him is an albino.
"Who do you think you are?" the albino snarled. "You've got guts, don't you, newbie?"
"I– I'm Alfred F. Jo– K –Kirkland actually." He managed to utter. The albino laughed.
"Okay, Alfred, nice to meet you." Alfred was about to answer when the foot on his chest disappeared only to deliver a firm kick to his side.
He cursed as he came up to ease the sudden rush of pain under his rib cage. The laughter from the students were gone now and replaced by the same worried murmurs they had for the brunette earlier. Another strike was given to him and his jaw clenched.
"Fuck, why am I acting so weak?" though Alfred in irritation, "Fight back, dude! You're the hero here!"
Alfred stood up and the albino scoffed. "You're tough, huh?" Alfred growled and tackled the other to the ground. They grappled for dominance and cursed each other. They did not notice the students slowly backing away from the sight as another student came.
A shadow shrouded them and they looked up.
Alfred felt a shudder run down his spine as the huge student smiled at them. It wasn't a smile that leaves people smiling back or blushing. It was an eerie smile that made one laugh nervously, feel violated and run away.
"Gilbert is causing trouble again, da?" the student stated cheerfully. "With a new student too. Now, that isn't good."
'Gilbert' pushed Alfred away and scowled at the new-comer. He muttered something under his breath and turned to approach the blonde from before. Alfred watched as Gilbert whispered something to the blonde with a laugh. The blonde practically growled, punched the albino in the gut and made his way for the school building. The rest of the group followed as Gilbert limped closely behind.
Alfred just stared.
"She's pretty aggressive for a cute girl, huh?"
The new-comer's smile grew wider and Alfred cowered slightly, "Yes, he is aggressive for a cute boy. Isn't he?"
"Yea– wait, what?" Alfred burst, "She's a dude?"
The student's smiled slipped away and groaned. "You are an imbecile."
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A/N: I really hope I didn't ruin it! ;A; If you compare this to the original, a lot has been removed and changed already and it's only been the first chapter! I think the only thing that didn't change is my horrible grammar, spelling and my inability to proofread. Ehe~ :P
But tell me what you think and review, please?