Ok, so here's the thing. I'm doing this story with a another author, whose work I really like. I hope you read this story from both perspectives. The other one is World Academy (Francis) by Haiti2013. To work with someone else takes quite a bit of time, to be frank, I'm not going to write a story if I feel like no one is reading it. I really love to read reviews. Constructive criticism is wanted. Regular criticism is not wanted. Consider this.

Read and Review. Do both. Don't choose one. You can have them both.

Disclaimer: I... I... Hetalia... It... If I had gained control of this, I'd make a new story called I own Hetalia. AND THERE WOULD BE NO DISCLAIMER!

Chapter 1: Never Insult A Man's Eyebrows

The first day of school is always the best, especially at a new school, Arthur thought to himself. No one knows you, or thinks badly of you, yet. This year is going to be different. I'm going to control my temper and act nicely towards everyone no matter how much of a bloody git they acted like… Arthur finished ironing his uniform and placed it upon himself. Glancing at his watch, he noted that he still had an hour until school started. I guess I have time to make a to-do list…

Don't yell

Be kind to everyone you meet

Give a good first impression

No more punching people

Meet someone

Great, I'm so glad that I found and effective way to spend two whole minutes!... That reminds me…

No more sarcasm

Arthur was anxious about his list. He hoped this one would work out better than the previous ones. Last time he had a to-do list like this he ended up shoving it into some jerk's face as a blinding mechanism before giving him a well-deserved punch to the face, which was, although satisfying, a very un-gentlemen like thing for him to do. Arthur decided to spend time reading his Sherlock Holmes volume set before going down to his mom and politely asking that she drop him off at school. He carried his messenger bag and luggage towards the car. Boarding school. The shock of it only seemed to hit him right now. Feeling uneasy about the thought of it, Arthur tried to think of the pros. I can do what I want, when I want, without anyone to stop me. World Academy is an excellently credited school worldwide. I would never be alone because each room came with two roommates, which the school had intelligently chosen for each person based on their response to personality assessments. What else? Oh, there was the marvelous literature program that got me into the school in the first place. The campus is equal to the size of a small town so that should be nice… The scenery is said to be absolutely breathtaking.

"Arthur, are you okay honey?" His mom asked worriedly, "You haven't said a word the entire drive."

"I guess I'm worried, is all."

"That's normal; you're in a different country, soon to be by yourself in a new school. It would concern me if you weren't."

After a bit of silence Arthur asked, "Mum, when will I see you and dad again?"

"I'll Skype you daily and your dad will whenever he can, you know how busy he is. If you really feel homesick you can fly back on the weekends, but I hardly feel that's worth the trouble. We want you back over the holidays."

"What will I use as shopping money?"

His mom finished parking and turned around towards her son. "I actually almost forgot. Here," she smiled handing him a credit card with his name on it, "I picked it up yesterday. Use it for whatever you'd like."

"Thank you, I'll spend wisely."

"If I wanted that I'd have put a limit." His mom laughed ruffling his hair. "You're a kid, have fun. Just please don't punch anyone."

"One time! I swear something happens once and you're pinned with it the rest of your life." He grumbled unhappily while removing his belongings from the trunk.

"I'm sure whatever he did, he deserved it. Just remember to have fun, and don't close the boot of the car; I'll do it. You have a habit of slamming things when you're upset." His mom stated while quickly getting out of the car and closing the trunk's door before Arthur could protest. She hugged him tightly, before holding him at arm's length with her hands on each shoulder looking into his green eyes. "Be safe and know that I love you." As she quickly turned away before tearing up she added, "Now get out of here before I start to cry, I have a plane to catch," in a completely different tone.

Arthur waved one last time to his mom before hurrying off to the main entrance.

Arthur spent most of his morning walking around school, just taking in the amazing surroundings which is his new school. The entire school was surrounded by a metal fence that covered with vines. Flowers grew around each pathway as if saying this place is happier than Disney. Every building was huge; ceiling much higher than needed with an excessive amount of stair cases. There were spiral staircases and regular stairs that resembled that of those in the movie Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone at the moment Potter met Malfoy. The brick walls also reminded him of the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His thoughts about how wonderful it would be to go to a school of magic were interrupted by a loud American's voice.

"Hey dude!"

"Uh, hi." Arthur said, caught a bit off guard.

"Sup? My name's Alfred Jones, my friends call me Al." With the loudness of his voice I'm surprised he has friends, or that they can still hear enough to talk to him, Arthur thought.

"Can you quiet down a bit please?"

"Oh sure, sorry, I do that sometimes without realizing." Alfred said scratching the back of his head.

"It's okay, my name is Arthur Kirkland. What brings you to World Academy?"

"The music program. I play the electric guitar, what about you?"

"Uh huh, that is so cool," answered Arthur, already distancing himself from the conversation. He searched around for an escape and spotted a good looking blond walking around. "Listen, I have to go. I was looking for someone and I just found them, but I'll make sure to catch up with you later." Arthur lied before scurrying off to find the attractive male.

What am I even going to say? I need a believable excuse to initiate the conversation. Suddenly it dawned on Arthur. I'll use the oldest trick book, he thought before removing a school map from his sac and tapping the boy's shoulder. He looked even better from the front, if that was even possible. Arthur stared at the male awestruck for a moment or two before remember how to speak, "Uh, hi." Wow, smooth.

"Salut."

"I was wondering if you knew where the grand hall was." Arthur asked pointing randomly at the school map in his right hand.

"I was actually just there. Hi, I'm Francis Bonnefoy." The attractive French male smiled.

"Ohh, how rude of me, the name's Kirkland, Arthur Kirkland. Would it be a terrible bother on your part for you to guide me?"

"No, no pas du problème, in fact, it would be my pleasure. Follow me." Francis grasped Arthur's hand and took him to the appropriate building. His hands are so soft. Arthur watched Francis's lips moved, such perfect, full, pink lips, while not actually hearing a word he said, but it looked like he was trying to speak to him.

"Hmm," Arthur said trying to come back to reality. "I was er, lost in thought. Did you say something?"

"Nothing of importance, beside, I guess now we're even." The Frenchman said halting for a moment to look at him. What is he looking at? "I was lost in your enchanting green eyes."

"What?" Was Francis complimenting me? Compared to him I look like- I don't even want to think about it.

"I'm just curious as to how you look away from a mirror in the morning, with a face like yours you could have Aphrodite herself fawning over yourself with a simple suggestive glance." Was he serious? Oh God, I can feel my face heating up. Cool it Arthur, calm down. What is that feeling in my chest?

"Are you okay Arthur? Your face is turning blue." Air, I need air! How do I get air again? I feel faint. How the bloody hell do I get air!?

"Arthur, are you holding your breath?" BREATHING! I forgot to breathe! Suddenly Arthur huffed in all the air he could. Francis is looking at me. He's so cute when he looks concerned…wait. Why does he look concerned? Oh right, I'm holding air in my cheeks like a chipmunk, but how do I get rid of it? Francis has the cutest awkward smile. No! Focus! I breathed in to collect this air so I should…What's Francis' doing? It looks like he's breathing. Is he showing me how to breathe? Oh! Out! That's the step I forgot. Breathe out! Arthur released the carbon dioxide from his mouth's prison.

"Sorry, I forgot how to breathe for a moment." Crap, why did I say that aloud? Arthur smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand while simultaneously shaking his head.

"So what you're saying is that my compliments literally left you breathless? My apologies, you must be tired of people commenting on your looks. It's just that I can't look at you, then not tell you how attractive your disheveled hair is." Great. My face has gone from pink to blue to red. As long as I'm on a roll I might as well go for the rest of the rainbow... I'm not going to let him get the upper hand. No, now it's my turn to flirt. It's on pretty boy!

"You pretty." Wow. Smooth Romeo. I should write him a sonnet. Maybe next time I should use verbs, or at least adjectives that describe a male. Francis put on his look of confusion again after Arthur's failed complement.

"Well, no matter how 'pretty' I am, sadly, I wasn't graced with eyes to make the stars themselves envious." I've got this, full sentence response.

"My eyes? You're the one with the…" He has so many good qualities. Which one do I choose? Why didn't I think this through in advance? That's it! Next time I pre-plan the complement. He's staring. I didn't finish the sentence. What do I say? Clueless, Arthur uttered the first thing to come to his mind, "hair." Then he brought his face close to Francis' head, loudly sniffing his hair, causing Francis to produce a look of extreme worry as Arthur added, "It smells nice." It smells nice? I came here excelling in English and now I was officially that creepy hair-sniffer. Why did I smell his hair? Suddenly a rage swelled within Arthur. Who does this guy think he is? What right does he have to make a future literature major trip over his words and turn into some socially awkward teen? What was I thinking? He's definitely not Prince Charming, more like the frog.

"Here we are." Francis stated calmly.

"Whatever, Frog."

"I'm sorry; did I do something to upset you?" Francis asked tightening his grip on Arthur's hand.

"Yeah," Arthur said pulling his hand away. "You looked at me."

"What?" Arthur noticed a smile creeping up along the sides of the bastard's lips. He's so smug, he thought.

"Your presence is disturbing me, go away."

"MY PRESENCE? YOU'RE the one who came up to me!"

"That was clearly a mistake and waste of time." Arthur retorted as calmly as he could, not knowing how much longer he could keep calm.

"You thought talking me was a mistake? I'm the one who was wronged! You're a psycho who smells hair!"

"At least I'm not a Frog bastard!"

"You'd be lucky to be half the man I am, in every aspect." Francis said while scanning over his body in the most condescending manner. Dammit why does he even look sexy when he's being a jerk? No, not sexy, really sexy- I mean stupid. Yep.

"The only thing you have going for you, is that you're excruciatingly handsome!" Why did I say that aloud?

At this Francis paused, a bit confused. "Yes. I am indeed handsome." He began regaining his composure. "It's only excruciating because you know you want me." Shut up you bastard!

"Like hell I do! You may have looks, but that's all you have!"

"Says the man who couldn't form a complete sentence, mere minutes ago."

"That's your fucking fault!"

"Because I'm sooo handsome, right?" He replied sarcastically

"Will you get off that already? I thought you were handsome, as in all I see when I look at you now all I see is a slimy, disgusting, FROG!"

"At least I don't have caterpillars for eyebrows!"No one insults my eyebrows! Arthur thought as he punched Francis in the face then stormed off.

So I guess that makes my mom right… Maybe I shouldn't have punched the Frog, but the douche was asking for it, insulting my eyebrows like that.

Arthur sat at the steps in front of the building regretting ever meeting the Frog, no matter how long deep blue his eyes were or- Stop it! Anyone who thinks English is stupid isn't worth my thoughts. I guess I should cross off the resolutions I'd already lost.

Don't yell

Be kind to everyone you meet

Give a good first impression

No punching

Meet someone

No more sarcasm

How ironic, by trying to accomplish one task, I have completely ruined my chances at the other ones.