USUK Hetalia High Magical Mysteries

Chapter 1 part 2

A/N: Hope you enjoy.
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~Arthur's P.O.V~

I slowly walked to my English class dreading of what I was about to face. I loved English and was a master at it, but that wasn't what I was worried about. I was worried about what the students would do to me.

I wasn't really social so I didn't have many friends. Actually, the only friends I had weren't even human. I would most likely be the social outcast of the school.

I (unfortunately) arrived at my English class. The door was right there in front of me, a sign saying 'English 10 AP' in big black letters.

I just stood there, looking as if I expected the door to just suddenly open for me. I was about to reach for the handle when I heard students start to scramble around.

I turned to see a treo of cheerleaders walking down the hall and students rushing to get out of their way. This kind of freaked me out. What next? Were they going to give me a 'I'm in charge so don't mess with me or else' look?

If so then what cheesy movie was I transported into? Mean girls perhaps?

As they walked past me they did give me a look, but it wasn't the look I expected. Instead of giving me a 'I'm all that' look, they gave me a flirtatious one instead. The leader (I'm guessing the head cheerleader) of the treo stopped in front of me and twirled a lock of hair between her fingers.

"You must be the new kid." She stated.

"Yeah, so what?" I asked getting defensive but sounding as if I didn't care.

"Oooh, Hot and British. I like it." She said to her friends behind her.

I started to feel uncomfortable so I said the first thing that came to me, "Look, just say what you want to say and let me get to class. Frankly, I don't have time to deal with your whorish behavior."

She looked stunned that I said that. I watched as the whole hall tensed up in fear of what she would say. But I didn't wait. Instead I opened the door and walked into the classroom, not caring what others thought about me at that point.

As it turns out, my English class was actually quite enjoyable. The teacher was nice and the students didn't interrogate me like I thought they would. In fact, they tried to keep their distance.

I left the class, the teacher seemed to adore me since I knew so much about Jane Austen, her favorite writer.

I looked at my schedule and saw that I had maths next. I groaned in my head, maths was my worst subject.

I slowly made my way noticing that the students were in their own individual groups and would occasionally glare at their complete opposite. This was seriously getting strange.

As I made my way to class I accidentally bumped into a brown haired boy with a curl coming out the right side of his head. He glared at me but his eyes showed fear.

"Sorry about that. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." I apologized.

"Watch where you're going you British bastard." He said rudely.

We suddenly got into a glaring contest. I don't know why though. It felt as if something was forcing me to act this way.

Before a fight could start out a Hispanic man interrupted out glaring contest.

"Lovi, there you are~." He said hugging the boy.

"Let go of me you tomato eating bastard!" He shouted.

"Aww, but Lovino we're boyfriends. You should want me to come and rescue you. Después de todo tú eres mí princesa~." He said sounding as if he was trying to calm him down.