Francis arrived in his new town with high hopes. He was hoping to find his soulmate here. He desperately wanted to see colors. "Bonjour. I'm the transfer student, Francis Bonnefoy," he said to his new hometown teacher, his thoughts still on finding his soulmate.
"Ah! Welcome, Francis! You can sit next to...Antonio and Gilbert. Alright?" She pointed to two boys. One with green eyes and brown hair, and the other with red eyes and white hair. He nodded and walked to his new seat.
"Hola! I'm Antonio!" Smiled the green eyed brunette. He had a Spanish accent.
"And I'm the awesome Gilbert!" Said the albino. His accent was German.
"Bonjour. I'm Francis," he smiled as he sat next to them.
"So, where'd you move from?" Antonio asked.
"Ah...I moved from Paris, France," Francis replied.
"Cool. I moved from Berlin, Germany, but I'm PRUSSIAN, not German," Gilbert said.
"Ignore him," Antonio said, "anyway, I'm originally from Madrid, Spain. Why did you move all the way to London? I moved because of an academics scholarship," he said.
"I'm here because of music. This school has the best music program, so I get to become better at playing violin and flute!" Gilbert bragged.
"I came for a scholarship too. Art, for me," Francis replied.
"Oh, cool! I wish I could draw," Antonio said.
"I could probably teach you," Francis offered, smiling.
"Really? You'd teach me? Gracias!" Antonio grinned.
"Will you three shut up?!" A boy with bushy eyebrows turned around to shout at them. "Some of us are trying to focus!"
"Je suis désolé, mon ami," Francis replied, smirking slightly.
"Screw you, bastard. Now shut the hell up, you god damn frog," cursed the British kid, who scowled at the trio.
"Lo siento, Arthur. We were simply getting to know our new amigo!" Antonio said to the scowling Brit.
"Whatever, Antonio. Just shut up," her scowled and turned around. "Oh. And Gilbert. I saw that smirk. Just shut up, and say nothing about anything, you bastard," the Brit said, before focusing again on the teacher.
"I didn't even do anything!" He exclaimed.
"Gilbert. Quiet," the teacher scolded him. Scowling, the albino crossed his arms and sat back, while Antonio and Francis tried their damn hardest not to laugh.
Then, a not landed on Francis's desk from Antonio.

Would you like to hang out with us after school, mi amigo?

Francis smiled at the paper and quickly wrote back;

Oui! I'd love to!

He smiled at his new friends, and then looked back at the teacher. Life was looking up.

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When lunchtime finally arrived, Francis followed Gilbert and antonio, who had all the same classes as him, to their lockers, then the lunch room. There, he saw the blond from earlier, eating all alone. "Why is Arthur alone?"
"Both his oldest friends, and out new best friends, Alfred and Matthew, well...they kinda turned their backs on him. Matthew won't leave his twin, and Alfred couldn't stand Arthur and his whole thing with being valedictorian," Gilbert explained.
"So, he's friendless?"
"Si," Antonio replied, somberly. Francis felt pity for Arthur, but did nothing.
And Arthur, who was curious about the new Frenchman, also did nothing.