?? Single ? Taken ? Living with England (Hetalia fanfic)

Entering the class room no one seemed to notice us at first. Then, as one kid turned to look at us the rest did also. Murmur then broke out amongst the student, filling the room in a loud hum. I stood next to England proudly. I wondered how mad the teacher and Iggy would be if I tried to act like we were a couple. Hmm, I’ll save that playing card for later.

“Elizabeth, who’s this?” Sonja, the teacher, asked, turning on her spinning chair to face us.

“Um, well. This is Arthur. He just transferred here from England,” I snickered slightly at the irony of saying he was from himself. “And is now attending our school.” England took a step forward and handed her the slip of paper the front desk lady had given him. Sonja read over it before handing it back and looking up at us with a smile.

“Okay then, class,” She turned to the shocked students. “We have a new student starting today. Please say hello the Arthur Kirkland who just came here from England.” I snickered yet again.

“Ow!” I yelped quietly as I got elbowed softly in the side. I glared up at Iggy but saw that he was smiling at the class, not even looking in my direction.

“Whoa, he’s like, really hot.” I heard one girl whispered to her friend. The other girl nodded in agreement as she stared at England is awe. All the girls were practically drooling. I was so tempted to tell them that he was an old man but that would just be stupid. No one would believe me. Grabbing’s Englands arm a little tighter than necessary I dragged him over to my usual seat. I always sat alone at my very own special table that was left for the awesome people- Okay so I didn’t really have any friends in this class, but so what?

“Arthur, why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself?” Sonja encouraged, beaming at the Brit. She motioned up to the front of the class room. He gave me a small glance and I raised an eyebrow. He let out a defeated sigh before trudging up to the front.

“Hello there,” He started off, scanning over all of the students. “My name is Arthur Kirkland and I am from the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland; London, England to be precise.” One kid raised his hand.

“What are you doing in America, all the way over here?”

“Well… There are some certain circumstances,” He shot me a quick, deadly glare. “And I am waiting for something very important to be returned to me.  So, for the time being, I will be attending your school.” I undid the necklace of flying mint bunny and swing it around my finger carelessly, grinning evilly at him.

“What are you waiting for?” Another kid pried.

“A dear old friend of mine was actually kidnapped.” The entire room gasped and I froze. Kidnapped? So he’s calling me a kidnapper?! Why that good for nothing son of a-

“So how do you know Elizabeth?” I perked my head up at the sound of my name, my eyes immediately jumping to England.

“Well, she is hosting me at her house for the time being.” The entire class gasped again and I let out a small groan. That’s going to be one nasty rumor and who knows how many more to follow. God, the ‘pop’ girls are going to hate my fucking guts so much! Gah! I can practically hear the teasing now!

“Sit down black sheep of Europe.” I sneered at him.

“Don’t call me that you wanker!” He yelled at me. I smirked at him which only made him madder. He quickly walked over to me and… started waking me on the head with the side of his hand?! What the heck?

“Ow, ow, ow, ow.” I cried with every hit I received.

“Haha! Take that you stupid American! Next time I’ll cast my black magic on you, the British curse of scones and bad tea!”

“Don’t you mean petrified couch stuffing and piss?” I shouted, now protectively covering my head with my hands. He was about to say something in response, getting even madder at me when the bell rang. I grabbed my things and raced out of the room, England right behind me. “Stop. Following. Me!” I yelled at him over the sound of a crowded middle school hallway.

“I’m supposed to follow you; you wanker!” He yelled back. Climbing down the stairs I sprinted down the hall as fast as I could.

“Yesterday I was being stalked by a flying green bunny and today I’m being stalked by an angry Brit. Why God, why!?” I screamed at nothing in particular. Swinging open the door I flung myself at my seat, turning around to see an annoyed English ‘gentleman’ staring down at me with fire filled eyes.

“I’m going to be like France to you, aren’t I?”

“You already are.”

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(Sorry for short chapter! It's late and I still have... a LOT of homework to do!!)

*hits head against a desk* So apparently this story is being read by a few people in my grade. I. Am. Fucked. It's not going to impare anything that I'm going to write in this, don't worry, it's just... eh, yeah... My freind Elaine saw my Flying Mint Bunny necklace I was wearing today and exclaimed "It's real!" -.- FML. I get teased enough as it is about liking anime, god knows how much more if they read my fan fics. *continues to hit head against a desk* I'm just going to die now, k, bye.