Secret Identity (UsUk)

Chapter 1- Arthur

Alfred's POV
Running up to my school for the first day of eleventh grade, I ran past my little brother and to my friends Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, Yao and Ivan. I pulled Yao into a head lock, only to have the Chinese boy elbow me in the balls. I let Yao go and bit my lip, suppressing a shout of pain. A little squeak came out, and I heard my little brother Matthew giggle, so I turned around and put him in a headlock.

"What are you laughing at? Eh? Eh?" I couldn't help but laugh with him.

Suddenly, the courtyard was quiet, and a few whispers flared up.

"Ooh, new boy." I heard Francis mutter.

I looked up. An unfamiliar boy was walking through the gates. He was wearing the standard uniform, but was also wearing a navy hoodie and a pair of black rectangular glasses. He had a guitar case strapped to his back, and a messenger bag bounced against his leg. What really stood out about him though, was hid stunning green eyes. As a pansexual, I am fully allowed to say this without getting judged- he was hot. Messy blonde hair and those stunning green eyes... Damn. I plastered a smile across my face and walked up to him.

"Hey dude! Are you new? You must be new. I'm Alfred. You are?" I stuck my hand out to him.

He looked a little bewildered, but took my hand and shook it anyway.

"I'm Arthur."

Ooh, British accent. I might really like this one.

"Come meet my friends! Dudes, this is Arthur. Arthur, this is Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, Yao, Ivan and my little bro Matt."

Francis, Toni, Gil, Yao and Matt gave proper greetings. Like hi and hand shakes and all that. Ivan only buried his face into his scarf and smiled? Maybe. It looked like this ^J^ It might be a smile. Anyway, Arthur just gave a small smile and nodded.

"Nice to meet you all." he said.

I think that accent might kill me.

Arthurs POV

I'm not going to lie... They kind of scared me. The American boy was too loud, and that French bastard Francis kept staring at me and whispering to his friends. Ivan was giving off a really creepy aura, and the only one's I really liked was the quiet one that looked like Alfred, and the Chinese boy, Yao. I stood there awkwardly with my hands in my pockets.

"So dude, where are you from?" I heard Alfred ask me.

I looked up at him and shrugged, rocking back and forth on my heels.

"I'm from England. London, to be precise." I murmured.

The American idiot (A/N: See what I did there?) just smiled.

"That's really cool." He said.

I shrugged.

"Eh, I guess."

I couldn't help but notice that Alfred's eyes lit up every time I spoke... I shrugged it off and wrapped a hand around the strap of my guitar case.

"You any good?" Alfred asked me, nodding to the case.

I shrugged again.

"No idea."

Alfred laughed. He shrugged and grinned.

"I guess I'll have to judge, eh?"

The quiet boy that looked like Alfred spoke up.

"Hey, that's a Canadian thing. Americans cannot use Canadian things." He said.

Alfred just waved a hand about and smiled.

"Whatever Mattie."

I tilted my head.

"What do you mean, you'll judge for yourself?"

Alfred grinned again, grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the school. He maneuvered me between other people, and shoved me inside a random room. I waited uncomfortably while he entered a closet and wheeled something out. It was an amp.

"Play something."

Alfred's POV

I sat on the floor in front of him, and grinned at him. He looked bewildered.

"N-No. I'm probably not any good..." He began to ramble.

I rolled my eyes, hoisted myself up, and walked over to him. I lifted the case from over his head despite his disapproval, and unzipped the case, plugging in the guitar in the amp. I thrusted the guitar towards him. He took it reluctantly and sighed, slipping the strap over his head.

"Fine. I'll do it."

I clapped encouragingly, and he quickly fiddled with the tuning pegs, before playing a tune I knew very well. My face broke out into a grin and I bobbed my head along. I couldn't help but shout the lyrics.

"DONT WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT
DONT WANT A NATION TO DUB A NEW MEDIA!"

Arthur rolled his eyes, but kept playing. Eventually the song ended, and I clapped.

"That was great."

Arthur stared at me uncomfortably.

"Thanks... I guess..."

The bell rang then, and I waved with a smile.

"Bye Artie!" I called.

I heard his confusion as I walked out.

"Artie...?"

-Hehe I'm enjoying this actually. I still might delete it, no idea yet. Tell me if I should eh? Goodbye my little maple leafs!-