Teacher, Teacher《UsUk》

Partners

-Arthur-
The sound of footsteps echoed around the school halls. All the students had fell silent when they saw Arthur, limping through the hall, one hand clutching his bag and one hiding a black eye.

Stop bloody staring!

Arthur's mind was screaming at the surrounding students but he didn't dare say a word. It wasn't the first time he'd been beaten by that idiot Francis. They were always fighting through the years but now Francis had an advantage. The poor brit was smaller than him.
He fumbled for his timetable and shakily read the lessons.
"Technology..." he sighed as he made his way to one of the kitchens, somehow getting stuck behind a group of obnoxious boys. One of them kept yelling "Awesome Trio!" Over and over again.

"Alright class! Today we're going to review on everyone's cooking skills before we move on to the set practicals of this year!" Their teacher, Mr.Vargas, who had a grandson at the school, smiled at them. Arthur took the seat with his name taped scruffily to it. He quickly read all the names on his table but couldn't read the last one before-
"Sup, dude!" The boy grinned idiotically, holding his hand out to Arthur "I'm Alfred, but you can call me Al!" Arthur shook his hand.
"Arthur."

"So, I guess we're partners for the year, pretty cool right?" He ignored Alfred and took out equipment and ingredients to make scones. He American started to make some plain cookies.
The whole lesson consisted of spilt flour and dropped baking trays for Arthur, only to result in burnt scones.
"Woah, dude! What happened?" Alfred half-yelled staring at the failed attempt at baking.

"Bloody nothing!" Arthur snapped. Inside he was jealous of how perfect Alfred's cookies had turned out.

"Alright class, you can pack up yur food in the bags provided at the front and go home now!" Every student rushed out of the room as fast as they could, exept for Toris, who was still cleaning the mess of pink icing Feliks had refused to touch and the unlikely duo. One scraping a baking tray clean, the other calmly eating a cookie.

"Want one Iggy?" Arthur twitched at the nickname.

"Don't call me that." He snapped but his look softened as he said "I mean, you made them but it would be nice to try-" he was cut off by his American friend tossing him a cookie which missed landing in the sink by less than an inch.

"That was close," he sighed. Once everything was clean Arthur set out on walking home.

-Alfred-

So Arthur is that boy Francis picks on? Well that would explain the black eye. -Al

Alfred was standing on the bus home, phone in hand, texting his close friend, part of the awesome trio, Gilbert.

Yeah. The kid's got it hard. Plus Francis is a good three inches taller. -Gil

Sorry dude, this is my stop. Gtg cya -Al

The cold air hit the boy in the face as he stomped through the snow to his house.
"Why choose America to snow on?" He muttered to no one but himself. Once he got home he started to think about Arthur. He usually writes down all the important stuff about his friends so he can never forget them so he started writing his new friend's page.
Arthur Kirkland

It took him a while to remember his surname but once he got it he started on the rest.

-terrible at making scones
-eyebrows
-thick British accent
-always frowning

Alfred paused a moment before scribbling down the last point.

-no freedom☆

He closed the book, accidentally scrunching Antonio's page a little. He turned his light off andlay in bed for a while before finally falling asleep.

So, this is my first ever hetalia fanfiction. Also, this chapter turned out shorter than I thought it would be. Please tell me what you think in he comments, that includes any tips or anything.

Since I'm British myself, there will be a list of words that are different in places like the USA in other chapters.

Human names:
Arthur-Britain
Alfred-America
Francis-France
Mr.Vargas-Grandpa Rome
Toris-Lithuania
Feliks-Poland
Gilbert-Prussia
Antonio-Spain

I hope you enjoyed!~

《Jasmine》