It is a new school year, and Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland have been assigned to be roommates for the year. Not knowing each other, they try to find qualities in each other before meeting the other, but come to a conclusion that they are polar...
Arthur's eyes shot open as he sprinted down the hallway, the trio in close pursuit.
"Go away you weirdos!" Arthur cried out in fear at the looks that he was receiving from them; looks that had the look of bad mischief.
And before the Brit knew it, he fell forward and he slid to a stop on the ground.
Arthur's eyes darted up to meet the eyes of all three men and glared at them, ready to fight them if he had too.
"So! Jou are zhe lozer zhat entered into zhe school zhis year huh?!" The albino man screamed out with the widest grin ever seen to man kind.
Arthur then remembered that he was that Prussia boy who was laughing with Alfred on the first day.
"Woah, don't be so harsh on the new guy amigo! He can't be that bad!" A Spaniard piped up from behind the Prussian.
"Let's see what he has to say~"The French man cooed as he winked at Arthur.
Before Arthur could throw up in his mouth, he answered back sharply, "Excuse me you wankers! I'm the bloody United Kingdom! Why the hell were you chasing me anyway!?"
All three stopped to look at him and they looked down at the floor grimly saying, "You don't recognize us?"
Arthur raised one eyebrow slightly before saying, "No, but that's beside the-"
He was cut off when all three struck a pose saying loudly in unison, " We're the BAD TOUCH TRIO!"
The Spaniard laughed and flashed a grin before stating happily, "I'm Spain, the country with the brightest sun! You can call me Antonio!"
The Frenchman went next with a graceful twirl while purring out, "I'm France, the country of love~ You can call me Francis!"
Finally, the loud Prussian pushed his way between his friends and screeched, "Und I am zhe awesome Prussia! Jou can call me Gilbert!"
Arthur say there stunned as the trio began to laugh loudly.
He then asked them in a curious tone, "One question for you guys though..."
The trio looked at him with curiosity, wondering what he was going to ask.
"Um...why are you gents called, 'The Bad Touch Trio' exactly?"
The Brits eyes widened in horror when they replied back with smirks that held trouble, "Would you like to find out~?"
Arthur immediately leaped up and made a dash for the first class. He could feel their prying eyes on the back of his head, and that only fueled him to run faster.
"Hey! Come back! Ve still need to show jou vhat ve mean!"Gilbert called out as the trio followed behind at a dangerous pace.
"STOP CHASING ME YOU PERVERTS!" Arthur cried out before he realized that he had just passed his class.
He then came to the sudden realization that there were stairs ahed of him, and he started skidding to a holt, but turned to see the trio still sprinting at a high pace.
"Wait! Stop you're going to-AAHHH!"Arthur screamed as the trio crashed into him with a force that hurtled them down the flight of stairs.
Alfred was talking with with a young Chinese man but stopped to stare at Arthur flying by in slow motion. Their eyes met for just a moment at Alfred could only stare wide-eyed at the scared men as he watched all four students tumble down the stairs which ended with an ungrateful crash.
"That's a nice bruise you got there." Alfred exclaimed as he stared at the bruise that had developed on Arthur's forehead as he lay in the nurse's office.
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"Bug off..." Arthur grumbled as he turned away from the American. He hated looking weak, especially in front of his dumb roommate.
"Hey dude, at least I brought you an icepack..." Alfred snorted as his smile tried to break through.
Arthur only gave him a look and placed the icepack on his forehead, but stopped when he smelled an odd scent.
"This icepack smells funny...no...you wouldn't..." Arthur's eyes widened as he flung the ice pack at Alfred's face and yelled, "You bloody git! You farted on this!"
Alfred rolled off of his chair and howled with laughter as he tried to regain his composure.
"Oh my god dude! I can't believe you just figured that out! Hahahaha!" Alfred exclaimed as he got up off of the floor.
"Oi Amigo! You shouldn't be so hard on the new guy!" Antonio scolded lightly as he walked into the room with some bandages of his own after the collision.
Alfred quickly calmed himself and whined, "But Antonio! He was being mean!"
Antonio only grinned and asked Alfred to leave the room kindly. Alfred knew that one could not just simply disagree with happy-go-lucky Antonio.
The Spaniard chirped out a goodbye, and then turned back to Arthur with a smile and exclaiming with a slight blush, "Alfred acts just like mi Romano~"
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"Who's Romano?" Arthur asked and thought of the Italian sitting in the front on the first day of class who was getting yelled at by the German.
"Oh, he's very nice! Though he can be a little rude, he's still my closest friend!" Antonio beamed, "You can come and visit us at lunch or something."
Arthur smiled at the invitation, glad that somebody in this school wasn't being a complete jerk to him the moment he set foot in here.
The Brit then heard the French and Prussian mans laughs erupted from the hallway, and he looked at Antonio pleadingly, hoping that he wouldn't let them in.
Antonio understood and said, "Don't worry amigo, they are harmless."
And with that, the Spaniard skipped out of the room and told his friend that he wanted to go to lunch now, which they agreed to happily.
Arthur sighed out in relieve and closed his eyes for a moment until he felt something hit his forehead.
He looked down in his lap and saw a paper airplane with something scribbled down inside of it judging by the marker stains that leaked through.
"Hey Asshat, the good thing is that the bruise distracts me from looking at your eyebrows. Sincerely, America.
P.S, I took some of your money to get snacks, hope you don't mind!"
Arthur took a quick breath an glared out of the window at Alfred who had his face pressed up against the glass making a derp face.
