Secret Identity (UsUk)

Chapter Two- American Idiot

Arthur's POV

I worked my way around, trying to find my way around the maze they called a school. The school had mailed me my schedule, and apparently I had History in room 221B. A silly grin broke out on my face as I looked at the class number. I shook my head and held in a giggle. I walked up to someone and tapped on there shoulder.

"Excuse me?" I murmured.

The small boy turned around. He had a smile on his face, and his eyes were closed. His brown hair was hanging in his face, but he flicked it out.

"Bonjourno! You must be new! My name is Feliciano!" He threw himself at me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Feli..." I heard a deep voice say before he was pulled off me.

He had blue eyes, and his blonde hair was slicked back. He intimidated me quite a bit. I was a little bewildered.

"Luddy!" Feliciano shouted, hugging him as well.

I stared at both boys.

"I-I just wanted to know where my class was..." I stammered.

The blonde boy looked at my schedule.

"221B... You have class with Kiku and Gilbert..." He murmured.

I groaned slightly, and both boys looked at me.

"You know Gilbert?"

I nodded. The blonde boy sighed and muttered something. Feliciano just kept smiling.

"Can I just go to my class?"

The blonde boy nodded again and beckoned for me to follow him.

"My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt. And you are?"

I stuffed my hand in my hoodie pockets.

"Arthur Kirkland." I murmured.

He nodded shortly and kept walking. Eventually we got to my room. I turned to them.

"Thanks." I murmured.

Feliciano hugged me again and Ludwig just nodded. I sighed and opened the door. Everyone turned to me. I looked around, finding a few familiar faces. Yao. Ivan, I guess I could live with. Gilbert. And... Oh no...

I shared first class with the American idiot.

Alfred's POV

Oh dude this was so cool! Arthur was in my class! Again, like the beginning of the day, whispers began to flare up. But this time, I could hear a chorus of,

"Who is he?"

"He's so hot..."

Even some of the guys agreed Arthur was hot. He came in and went to sit down, but froze when he heard the teachers voice.

"Arthur, is it? Why don't you come up and introduce yourself?"

Arthur sighed and went up to the front with a frown.

"My names Arthur Kirkland." He turned to the teacher. "Am I done here?"

A few snickers could be heard at that. Mr Vargas, the grandfather of the Italian twins, shook his head with a grin.

"Where are you from? Any siblings?"

Arthur scowled.

"I'm from London, you git. I thought that was obvious."

Mr Vargas looked a little startled, but cleared his throat and smiled again.

"Siblings?"

"Brother."

"Brothers name?"

"Allistor."

"Okay. Sit down now."

Arthur moved to sit up the back of the class, one desk in from the corner, the desk in between Kiku Honda and Yao, and the desk behind me. He rummaged around his bag for a bit and sighed. He tapped Kiku on the shoulder.

"Can I borrow a pen?" I heard him mutter.

Kiku looked a little startled someone had interrupted his manga reading. He had thought everyone knew not to do that. He just closed the book with his thumb marking the page he was up to and set it down. He stared at Arthur, then blinked a few times.

"Of course." He pulled a pen out of his pocket and handed it to Arthur.

Arthur nodded in thanks to him and pulled out his notebook. The blonde looked up at me and saw me looking at him, then put his head down again. Kiku had put a bookmark in his manga and put it away, so Arthur saw he was open to talk to. He tapped on the shoulder again and began to talk. I assume to free himself from me.

Arthur's POV

I tapped the Asian boy on the shoulder again. He looked at me.

"Oh herro Arthur-san. Do you need something?"

I shrugged.

"You seem interesting. I want to talk to you." I murmured.

A faint trace of a smile appeared on the boy's face, and he nodded.

"Okay. My name is Kiku Honda. I am from Japan." He said.

Hm. Was this the Kiku boy Ludwig was talking about? I thought nothing of it, just smiled slightly.

"Hello Kiku Honda. Japan, that's pretty cool. Hey, do you like anime...?"

By the time first period ended, me and Kiku had become friends. He waved to me and headed of to his next class. I looked at my schedule, seeing I had music in the room the American idiot had dragged me to. What was with all his staring first period? I wasn't that fascinating, was I? I just shrugged it off and found my way back to the room. Opening the door, I realised I'd forgotten to put back the amps.

-Second chapter is very anticlimactic. Still contemplating deletion.-