It was the next day, and Arthur was chatting up one of his classmates.

"So, Elizabeth, are you ready for the test tomorrow?" Arthur walked down the hall with her to his first class of the day, History.

"Ugh, don't remind me, it's going to be hell!" Arthur laughed at that. "Are you going to be ready? I mean it's kind o-"

"HEY DUDES!!" Arthur had barely any time to react as he was already being tackled to the ground in a hug. The two fell to the ground, one laughing historically, the other shouting a string of curse words.

"Bloody fuck Alfred! Get your fat arse off of me I can barley breath!" Arthur squirmed under the weight of his American friend. Alfred sat up, straddling Arthur's hips. Rather suggestive if you ask Liz. Alfred placed his hands on either side of Arthur's head and leaned down. Arthur held in his breath and squeezed his eyes shut. He kissed him on the forehead and before he knew it Alfred was off of him.

Arthur's face exploded into a delightful red. "You bloody sod! I told you not to do that out of the blue!"

"Hahaha, sorry Artachokie, I gotta blast! My class is on the third floor! Later!!" Alfred bolted off down the hall, leaving a blushing Brit on the floor. Elisabeth towered over Arthur and held out her hand.

"Need a lift?"

"Yes, thank you Elizabeth." Arthur took the hand and lift himself up. The proceeded to dust of his trousers.

"I keep telling you, just call me Liz. So...what the hell was that all about?"

"That, was Alfred. I met the idiot yesterday, he won't leave me alone but I don't mind at all, it's nice to have another friend." Arthur smiled at the thought.

"AWWE ARTHURS IN LOOOOVE!" Liz swooned.

"WHA- IM NOT IN LOVE YOU FUCKING FANGIRL! I TOLD YOU IM ASEXUAL!" Arthur shouted and blushed.

"I bet you'd like to be "a sexual" with Alfred, huh?" Liz winked suggestively and laughed.

"Ugh," Arthur face palmed. "Liz, don't say that, it makes me feel nauseous."

Liz paused. "What do you mean nauseous?" They continued their way to their class room.

"Okay, so, whenever I look at him too long, or he hugs me, or looks at me in a certain way, it makes me feel nauseous.....I feel sick just thinking about it." Arthur looked down to the floor, in deep thought. Liz stared at Arthur wide eyed and jaw agape until she started squealing.

"Oh my god! Arthur! You got the hots for Alfie!?" She got closer to him. "What do you like about him?!?!"

"Well, he is kind of sweet, funny, caring...wait...I DO NOT HAVE THE HOTS FOR HIM!" Arthur shouted, making heads turn in their direction.

"Arthur, this just proves it. What you are feeling isn't sickness...its nervousness! You are so head over heels for him, you feel afraid that will do something embarrassing! Oh my god this is soooo cuuute! And look! You're blushing like mad!"

Arthur touched his face. He ran to a nearby window and looked at his reflection. Why, he looked as ripe red as a strawberry! "Bollocks!" Arthur shouted at his reflection, not wanting to believe her words. ' I can't fall for someone, I'm a bloody asexual! It's just sickness. It's sickness it's sickness!' Arthur rest his head on the cold window. Looking past his reflection, and into the colourful forest that surrounded their school. 'The sky looks like Alfred's eyes...deep blue. As deep as the ocean, as clear as the sky. Well, all this explains my strange feeling. I've felt sick with other people, but not this kind of sick. It's not that I want to stay away, I want to stay closer.....maybe...I like him, more than a friend.' He felt a tap on his shoulder, half expecting to see the American. He whipped around, only to be met with green eyes like his own.

"Arthur, are you okay?" She was sincere. 'Funny, that doesn't happen often, I might go as far as to call her a friend.'

"Yes Liz, I'm just confused. I don't know how to take this information." He looked tired. The two walked a few doors further and entered the classroom. Arthur sat down at his usual desk in the back corner, resting his chin in his hand, looking out the window. By now he should of had a whole page filled with notes, but all he had was one name.

Alfred.

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To be continued. :P
I wrote this half in school today, and I don't feel like finishing it today, so here is the first half of the chapter.,

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Arthur gathered his sketch book and pencil as the bell rung. He has science next. With Alfred. 'Fuck'.

Arthur waited for the class to leave before leaving himself, the hallways were mostly clear, and he walked quickly down stairs to his next class. Arthur entered the science classroom and looked around. He spotted his usual empty seat and sat. 'Hmm, that American isn't here yet, maybe he got held up?' Arthur thought. The seconded bell rung and his teacher closed the door.

"Okay class, take out your notes." The teacher drawled on. Arthur wasn't paying attention. 'Where could that bumbling brat be?' Arthur rest his head in one of his hands, and tapped the table with the other.

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Alfred looked up from his notes to hear the first bell ring. 'Finally! Ugh, this was such a bore without Artie!' Alfred gathered his things and exited his classroom. He didn't bother to put his napsack, he was just going down stairs. He took a while, and the seconded bell had rung, signalling the start of class. Alfred looked up, he was met the familiar stare from soulless, violet eyes. 'Shit.' He stopped in his tracks. 'Ivan? What is he doing here? Isn't his class across campus?'

"H-Hey there, Ivan, can I...get past?" The halls were empty except for the two of them. 'This isn't good.'

Ivan kept his place in the middle of the hallway, his large body blocking the doorway to the stairs.

"A little bird told me you had the hots for the English boy." Ivan said, his thick accent making it hard to understand.

'Wha? I haven't told anyone! ANYONE! Shit. What does he want with me? Why does this matter?' "Hey, Ivan, I'm late for class! I need to go!" Alfred tried moving passed him, but failed as he was being thrown against a locker. He hit the back of his head hard, making him grind his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. Ivan lifted him up from his shirt and pressed him up to the lockers more firmly. Alfred dropped his things in order to hold on tightly to Ivan's arm, to keep himself from choking.

"Listen here you loud, fat, Amerikos!" Ivan growled. "If you don't stay away from Arthur, I'll rip you in half and hang you like a piñata!" Ivan pushed harder on the Americans chest, making it more difficult for him to breathe. "Do I make myself clear?!"
(Amerikos is a racial slur used by Russians in the 1960s, it means dumb American. -the more you know!)

"Y-Yes!" He shouted. Alfred was practically crying, little droplets danced in his vision. 'No, I can't cry like this. No, I can't let them see me cry! I.....I have to be......strong...'. This was the first time Alfred has been physically harassed. He has never really gotten beat up, just an occasional push or smack. He didn't like it. He would rather be called stupid, unwanted, a fag even, but not this. This hurts. Ivan dropped Alfred, sending crumpling on the floor. Alfred choked and coughed for air. In Alfred's blurry vision, he could see the tall Russian leave out the door, and down the stairs. 'Finally'.

Alfred cried. Alfred let the tears pour out. He sobbed, and continued to cough, and gasp. His hands were shaking. He felt the rush of adrenalin, from being lift off the ground. He knows he wasn't in a fight, but he felt scared he might be in one soon. After a few minuets, his sobs died out, the only evidence left that he was crying was his puffy red eyes. Alfred went into a nearby bathroom and dabbed his face with a cold, wet, paper towel. He waited a few more minuets before deciding he had let everyone wait long enough.