Author's Note: Well, here it goes. It's proofread by my sister (hoorah for blackmail). It's another Arthur chapter and not Elizabeth. As usual, not an expert on genderfluidity (since I'm pansexual ,so basically, Alfred's preferences would be based off of my own, I'm the only resource for pansexuality in my own clique with the exception of my best mate. Sobs). I'm not a university student, I'm barely 15 so EVERYTHING RELATED UNIVERSITY OR COLLEGE IS WAY OFF and based off what I normally observe. Which is ...well...nevermind. Apologies for misinterpretation of any sexuality, gender identity, spelling error (it's British English,by the way,but I might misspell them too), grammatical error and any mistakes, really.

The air was extremely cold that morning, after a heavy rainfall that had tuned out Alfred's alarm clock and if it had not been for his roommate that dragged him out of the bed, he would've been sleeping in and missing his classes.

The bench he sat on was undoubtedly dry but the weather was too cold that Alfred swore his ass could freeze if it didn't warm the bench up. And thank God, it did. But it didn't mean the rest of bench didn't gain heat because he didn't want to touch any other part of the bench. Curse the school authorities for getting metal benches and not wooden ones.

His first class was in the afternoon and it didn't seem like the day would be getting any hotter than at least three degrees and he was damn sure that it'd rain again in an hour or so. But fuck that, he's not going to freeze his balls off !

Alfred wore three layers of clothing, at the very least, it stopped him from shivering too much. A white undershirt, a red plaid shirt that was buttoned halfway down. Over those, he kept himself extra warm with a bomber jacket that he inherited from his grandfather since he was 5 years old. Even so, someone should damn well invent a kind of fabric that'd be enough to warm your legs without having to wear three pairs of trousers during such a weather.

As a way to warm his body, he had bought a cup of coffee and he was oh-so grateful that the cafeteria had stocked up on coffee, though he shouldn't have been so surprised, considering that university students were like zombies even on normal, school days.

He sipped the coffee, staring at the paper he held in his hands. It was his - no , their- Fiction Writing assignment. The one he had wrote with Arthur the day before and he had to hand it in today, but class doesn't begin in a few hours. So he had time, to read it over and over again. And no matter how many times he had read the story they wrote, it seemed both ridiculous and yet, praise-worthy. Well, Alfred's ideas and parts were ridiculous while Arthur's were praise-worthy.

"Hero and Dark snapped the branches at the same time, watching the trapped pixies escaping the branches. Soon, they were surrounded by colours of light that were emitted from the wings of the pixies. The pixies were giggling with joy and flying around them in glee. 'Thank you, thank you!' Hero heard them exclaimed. She was extremely proud of herself, helping these pixies. Dark had never seen pixies and were extremely cautious when she first saw them but seeing her best friend laughing happily after helping these pixies, she couldn't help but smile and chuckle at the thought of her, a professor's daughter, a girl that believed in knowledge that worked in theories, had assisted a group of pixies in escaping their supposed 'prison cell'. Without a doubt, Dark was sure that if someone were to ask what she couldn't live without, she would say, 'My father, my mother's heirloom, knowledge, and lastly, I could never imagine a world without my best mate, Hero'. Hero truly lived up to her name, which left Dark wondering, how she managed to live 12 years of her life, without magic, without these wonders and without a best mate to share these memories that were deemed childish and immature in the eyes of an adult,"

Alfred didn't want to take credit for Arthur's writing. His writing was beautiful, descriptive and best of all, Arthur's writing was able to bring you into the fictional world and made you believe that you were apart of such a fantasy.

Alfred's writing on the other hand... was shit. Honestly, he didn't know why he took Fiction Writing. He was , without a doubt, interested in writing stories but the way he wrote was too simple, and way too rushing. When he wrote the story with Arthur yesterday, the other had complimented his creativity and said that Alfred's writing style was more suitable to action scenes, or to be more accurate, any kind of story that involved fighting , superheroes , or just daily-life heroes that were taking out the antagonists.

"Careful, you'll drop that cup if you keep staring at that blasted paper," Alfred was startled as he heard an accented, familiar voice speaking while a force was pushing his cup up to avoid it from spilling onto his jeans. He turned his head to see Arthur's brilliant green eyes staring back at him with an uncertain expression.

"Er...thanks," he muttered, gulping down his hot coffee until the last sip."Fuck!" he yelled as his throat felt like it was burning. Arthur was snickering at Alfred's antics. However, the Briton couldn't stand watching his dear friend suffering from a burning sensation in his throat and opened his bag, found a bottle of water and passed it to Alfred.

Alfred, who completely forgot about how hot the coffee was, immediately took the bottle into his grasps, dropping their assignment onto the ground without giving a fuck if it would get dirty. He drank half the bottle to Arthur's amusement as he gulped the water within seconds. Holy shit, thank fucking God, he praised.

Arthur grinned widely, "Satisfied, Jones? You owe me a cup of tea," he picked up the assignment. "Be grateful that I was here and stopped you from spilling coffee over those expensive-looking jeans, gave you the salvation of cold water and won't be murdering you for dirtying the assignment," Arthur murmured , taking a seat beside Alfred.

Alfred passed the bottle back to the boy besides him, "Well, class doesn't start in a couple of hours and I saved the file anyways so I could just print it again. Besides, why are you here and why do I owe you a cup of tea?," Alfred mused.

"The answer to your first question, I'm here because this is a campus and I live here, I'm free to go anywhere I like and Dad decided I should do some stupid errands for him , and I passed by , saw you, and saved you from humiliating yourself because you were gawking at a paper. Second question, I just gave you a bottle of cold water! You drank half of it empty so you owe me a cup! A cup's equivalent to half a bottle, you know?" Arthur hissed, crossing his arms once more.

Alfred frowned, "That's nonsense. Besides, why do you even have a bottle of cold water?! It's a fucking cold day and drinking cold water'll make you colder!" he stated. Arthur rolled his eyes. "It was warm water, fool. But of course, seems like you forgot your Science that this warm water lost its heat and the goddamn cold weather made it cool!" Arthur huffed, twirling the bottle with his fingers.

"Oh," Alfred muttered. "Well, how much would that cup of tea cost , then?" he asked, taking a wallet from the pockets of his jeans. Arthur hummed in success, " A few dollars, not more than $5 on the campus. Cheaper than coffee, if I remember," Alfred clicked his tongue. The American handed over five dollars to the other , who just looked puzzled at Alfred's act.

"What? You said I owe you a cup of tea, so here!" Alfred tilted his head in confusion, only that his action as mirrored by the other teen. The other was just staring at him for a few seconds and in the end, both had gaping mouths as they were trying to understand the current situation.

Silence overtook them for a moment, before it was broken by Arthur's loud gasp of "Oh!". He pushed away Alfred's hand, shaking his head. "No, that wasn't what I meant! A cup of tea isn't equivalent to a half a bottle of water in terms of price! I meant in volume. . Christ, I'd be making a profit off of you like this," he laughed.

Alfred wanted to smack himself the second time that day. "So, how am I supposed to pay you back, huh? " he put the money back into his wallet, glancing back at the green-eyed Arthur . "Just make me one. Pour me a cup. Or just give me a tea sachet, since I doubt you've ever stirred a cup of tea," which Alfred winced since it was true. He had drank tea before, since his father was such an Anglophile that he was surprised that his mother was a Canadian.

"Tea sachet , it is then," he whistled. Arthur just laughed and holy hell, Alfred was getting fond of it. Arthur's laugh was like a bunch of rabbits trying to hop onto each other , or frolicking in a field of flowers. Wait, that seemed odd.

Then it came to him. Since Arthur and Elizabeth were extremely identical twins (except for Elizabeth's body figure, obviously), did they have the same laugh? The blond shade of their hairs were the same if Alfred recalled them correctly, since the two were never in the same place. The second time he had met Elizabeth was in Physics class, and he was amused by how her eyes worked the same way as Arthur's did. Forever the colour of green but never the same shade of green if her emotions didn't stay the same. The Kirkland twins' eyes were like kaleidoscopes. Forest green if curious, apple green if happy and emerald green if grateful , and Alfred had time to notice how those eyes worked in Psychology class ,which he shared with Arthur and Elizabeth.

Then again, Arthur and Elizabeth seemed to be taking different Psychology classes or keep switching with each other since they were never in the same class.

"You're staring at me," Arthur's voice brought him back to reality. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to. Was just remembering something," Alfred explained. "Well, it must've been a happy event since you were smiling while staring at me. I swear Jones, if you keep doing that, Mei or Lili will pass by and just assume that you have a crush on me," Arthur raised an eyebrow, while snorting at the thought of Lili bringing around a camera and snapping photographs of people she paired together (in a romantic manner) like a spy that excelled in the field of stealth.

The Liechtensteiner was amusing, really. Her appearance seemed that of an innocent girl who would blush at the mention of anything sexual or romantic but her personality and actual demeanour was the downright opposite of her appearance. She would hesitate in answering a question in class or a normal conversation but when it's about the people she paired romantically, she'd go muttering curses if the supposed pair wasn't a couple.

"You keep calling me Jones today, why, Kirkland?" he smirked. Arthur smiled, "Last name basis, huh? Well , then Jones, last name basis is a form of respect and sometimes , mockery," he raised his eyebrows at the same time. Alfred clapped his hands as a sign of challenge.

"Oh ho ho, mockery, huh? What did I do to deserve that , Kirkland?" he taunted in a teasing manner. Arthur's eyes strayed to the empty cup of coffee on the arm of the bench, "That, Jones. I can't call you Alfred, else, it'd be an embarrassment to King Alfred the Great, " Arthur faked a string of sobs. "You should be embarrassed to bear his name . Your namesake was such a pleasant man to be around with!" Arthur huffed, but broke into a fit of laughter soon after.

Alfred, who thought 'why the hell not?', went along with the joke, murmuring curses under his breath, "Oh dear, it seems that I have forgotten about my manners, Sir Kirkland!" he let his head fall into his hands. "Sir Kirkland? Seriously, Alfred? Sir? That's the best you could come up with?" Arthur punched the other on the shoulder.

Alfred took that as a chance to retort the Briton, " What about you, Kirkland? You are unfit to have King Arthur as your namesake! Such a behaviour like yours is unacceptable and a disgrace to all bearers of the name Arthur!" he huffed.

They didn't talk for a couple of seconds, which worried Alfred. Maybe he went too far? Then again, Arthur did the same. But by the 10th second, Alfred began to laugh and so did Arthur. Alfred didn't know why Arthur was laughing but he knew why he was.

"That was the worst imitation of a British accent I've ever done and I'm not sure if it was even convincing! God ,I don't think I'll be able to imitate accents, "Alfred said, in between his laughs. It seemed that Arthur agreed to his statement, as he nodded his head, trying to keep himself calm rather than start to laugh once more.

"Oh ,come on ,Alfred! That wasn't the worst one I've heard. The worst would be coming from my stepfather , Lord, yours would be a bit convincing if you're talking formally, but it can beat my stepfather's horrid imitation anytime,anyday," Arthur replied, wiping a tear from his eye after laughing too hard.

"On the other hand, I have to say that you Americans are too casual , really, don't you want to try fucking up the minds of others by making them confused? That's what my cousins in Asia did!" Arthur snickered, slapping his thigh while trying to hold his laughter.

Alfred coughed, probably a sign that he should stop laughing before his throat hurts more. He glanced at his watch, seeing as there were only 3 hours left before the class starts. "Hey, I think Jett bought some tea the other day and left it in the refrigerator, so if I still owe you, wanna come over?" Alfred suggested. "We still have 3 hours left before we run to class,"

Arthur clicked his tongue and tapped his left index finger on the arm of the chair , contemplating whether to accept or decline Alfred's offer. Should he go for the tea? But he just met Alfred for over two weeks! Then again, the tea...

"Jett's still in the room. He's working his ass off of a homework ," the American said. "Typical of him, back in high school he'd chased me around to help him with his projects," Arthur snorted. The Briton whipped his head to Alfred's direction, tilted his head and said, "I would love to have a cup of cheap tea that would substitute the existence of half my bottle of water that you have drank, that my cousin Jett had bought from ,probably, Walmart,"

3 hours were long enough for them to play the Xbox that Alfred had brought. The room was large enough for 4 people to stay in but because of the furniture and the belongings of the residents themselves, only 2 could sleep in the room comfortably while the rest would have to sleep on the floor. But thankfully, the school authorities thought that putting a television in each room deemed appropriate (and it wasn't a tube television either, it was a goddamned LCD, but the screen wasn't that large, but wide enough to enjoy the high-definition of a game while playing it) .

Anyways, Arthur had yelled at Jett to enrage the Australian and it managed to make him complete his work faster than Alfred could write down a paragraph. When Jett had finished his work, he slapped Arthur on the back for not trying to come up with a less aggressive method of making him work faster. Soon after, Arthur found a stack of tea and tucked them all in the pockets of the jacket, since ,clearly, Jett bought it in case Arthur wanted to hang out there and Alfred was sure as hell that it was unlikely for him to drink tea any time soon.

Of course, Alfred blessed his gaming skills when he won all the matches in the game that he had played with both Arthur and Jett who kept having ties. By the third game, Arthur eventually went back to drinking his cup of tea that seemed unlimited as it kept getting refilled every 5 minutes. That and Arthur kept criticising the game.

By the third hour of their game, Arthur was startled by the sudden vibration in his pockets and screamed for Alfred while dumping the cups into the sink. Alfred didn't budge since he was too distracted by the game so Arthur had to drag him out of the room, much to the dismay of the dishevelled looking American who refused to let go of the controller.

The Cola-dumping on Alfred's head (which Jett promised to buy a new bottle of Cola) managed to bring Alfred to the reality of university life and Alfred rushed everything, yelling curses loudly. Not long, Arthur smirked at the sight of a panicking Alfred but was dragged by Alfred by the sleeve.

They ran as fast as they could, muttering swears to each other , while Jett's shout of 'Godspeed!' was faintly heard.

It was a record for the both of them. They arrived at the classroom's corridor within 10 minutes (which usually took them 20 minutes), panting heavily for breath as they slouched and bended their knees. Arthur combed Alfred's hair since impression makes impact while Alfred helped Arthur with his clothes. It didn't take them long ,considering that Alfred brings hair gel with him everywhere, all the time.

After Alfred was done with Arthur's hair (which was as untameable as the sea) , he pondered for a moment before dipping his finger in the gel. He lifted it up and pointed to the Briton. Arthur was confused by Alfred's act, but took only a second to realise that the American was pointing to his eyebrows.

"No!" he whacked Alfred's hand while the other just laughed. "You sure? You need to tame them, or maybe, they're as untameable as your hair," Alfred snickered. But honestly, Arthur's hair was adorable. He wasn't sure if there wasn't any that would like to ruffle that tuff of hair that seemed like a spiky mop. Maybe delinquents.

Arthur glared at Alfred straight in the eye, threatening the other about the statement. "I'll tell Dad what you said about the eyebrows and there goes your fucking A for discipline and morality, and Dad's respect and tolerance for you," he scoffed.

"Well, maybe I can complain about how big yours are and you can complain how big my Florida is," Alfred winked. Oh hell, he loved infuriating Arthur despite knowing him for only two weeks. Arthur's frowned deepened and his face turned red with all the blood that rushed to his face. "W-what the Hell , Alfred?! Why would you go there?!" Arthur shrieked.

However, his frown didn't deepen, rather , Arthur grinned. "Oh really, Alfred? If you're the humanoid personification of the United States of America, then you won't have a dick. You have a dildo. Hm, if I recall correctly, America bought Florida from Spain so you're telling me you don't have a cock but a dildo in the place of one, " Arthur countered. Alfred groaned in defeat, "How come you always win?!"

"You don't provoke, git. Provoking causes the other party to enrage but a more effective ending like a punch to your face if I didn't have self-control, also, with a father like mine, you know how he is, how could you not win?" Arthur mused. Alfred waved him off, opening the door of the classroom, "Shut up, okay! I get it ,I get it! It's not like I owe you any more cup of tea, guv'nah," he poorly imitated a Londoner's accent.

But Arthur didn't retort back. Instead, he heard a shuffling. He turned around , only to find a frantic Arthur who's panicking and digging around in his bag. "Arthur...er, problem?" Alfred coughed to catch Arthur's attention. The other looked up at him, with alarmed eyes. His mouth moved slowly, opening and closing. "Dude, I don't know what you're saying," Alfred stated. Arthur's eyes looked inside of the bag, then back to staring into Alfred's.

"Where's the paper?"