I'm really sorry it took me so long to write this chapter, I have discovered a lot more fandoms plus school and all that. But hey, new Hetalia season in a month!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new chapter!

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I was meant to meet you - Chapter 6

"Artiiiiiie, wait for me, man!"

No way. No way was I going to wait for him. I just continued walking straight forward, quickly, making the loud American run after me. Gilbert and Francis had disappeared, but I didn't mind at all. What I did mind, however, was the obnoxious idiot following me. Why was he doing that anyway? I frowned and abruptly stopped walking, making Alfred bump into my back.

"Why the hell are you following me?" I glared at him as I turned around. His glasses seemed to have slid on the bridge of his nose, and he pushed them back on when he replied with a cheeky grin.

"Goin' to class, obviously," I glared a bit more darkly, before I realised something.

"We're sharing another lesson with you?" I didn't like the idea of spending more time with the bloody git. He really was too much for me; he was the popular type of guy, the one always with the girls, loved by everyone –except me-. But his smile was so bright, and his eyes… What the bloody hell was I thinking again? That wasn't like me to think such things. But still, I was nothing compared to him, why would he want to be with me anyway?

"Nope! But it's the same way for now," The boy said, with a wide grin.

"Oh," I let out a sigh. Was I disappointed? Of course not, I was just relieved not to have to stand him more. Yeah, that was it.

"Ya know," Alfred continued. "If you're not quick, you'll be late!" I widened my eyes, just as the boy smirked. Stupid, idiotic, American. What did he think he was doing?

"I'm not going to be late!" I glared, but then I smirked just as much as Alfred was. "But you are, idiot!" This said, I turned back and quickly resumed my walking.

Surprised by my reaction, Alfred didn't move. But once the information met with his poor neurons, the boy ran after me, yelling for me to wait for him and about things not being fair. I was half listening though; too focused on not thinking about the blond American, which, sadly, I seemed to fail to do. Why was he always in my thoughts? Probably because he was so different from the people I knew. My family was English after all, and that wasn't often that I'd see such an energetic and shining boy. I'm not saying that my family lacks energy, though. You should see my little brother, always running everywhere to see that it'd be a wrong idea. But Alfred seemed to possess a kind of energy I didn't have. And he was always smiling, always, that bloody stupid goofy smile.

He was always looking at magic surprised, eyes widened like a child, and a look of awe on his face as if it was the first time he had seen it –and it probably was-. But the boy was so disrespectful towards me. Needless to say, he was annoying the bloody hell out of me. So why was I letting him follow me? In all honesty I wouldn't be able to answer this, because I didn't know the answer myself. And why would I go as far as to play his own game, and reply to him like I did? I was also wondering. But it wasn't the time to think about it, and Alfred cut through my thoughts.

"Huh, that's where I leave you, I gotta go outside for Herbology," The American said quietly. I looked up to meet his gaze and nodded.

"I have History of Magic, so I'm heading to the other part of the castle," I said and turned, starting to walk away.

"Hey," I heard Alfred calling after me, so I looked at him, only to see him scratching the back of his neck nervously and avoiding my eyes. "See you at lunch time!" He waved at me and with a last smile, he ran away, leaving me alone, surprised.

I sighed, and quickly walked to my next class. Alfred was right, and I hated to admit it, but if I didn't quicken my walk, I would be late. And God knows I didn't want that. I just finished walking up the stairs when a sudden weight on my shoulder made me turn, ready to punch. When I saw who it was though, I just clenched my fists, and turned back to walk, not paying attention to the disturbing boy.

"Arthur, mon lapin, where have you been?" The French accent reached my ears when Francis waved his hair and followed me.

"I should be the one asking this, frog," I frowned and sent him a glare. "You're the one who disappeared."

"Oh, you were worried about me, Arthur?" The French boy chuckled, which only succeeded in irritating me even more. I walked faster when I felt my cheeks heat up.

"N-No, bloody hell no! I'll never be worried for you!" I heard him chuckling once again. Luckily, we finally had reached the class. The door was open, and the professor didn't seem to be there yet. I sighed out of relief, and sat at the second row, far from Ivan and the girl who was always following him. Gilbert was at the last row, and I didn't want to join him. Francis however, decided that the last row would be best, and sat next to Gilbert. I put my books on the table, just when a ghost flew through a wall and stopped in front of the black board. Some of the students gasped at the sight of the ghost, and I have to admit I was one of them. Well, who would know that a ghost could be a teacher?

"- I'm professor Binns. I'll teach you History of Magic. Please open your books page five and we'll start," The ghost, professor Binns, spoke with a monotone voice. He wrote on the board the themes we'd talk about during the year, and continued talking with the same voice. I was taking notes down on my notebook, when I heard a loud noise at my right. I turned and saw a black-haired boy, face in his book, apparently fallen asleep. I looked at him shocked. How could one fall asleep during a lesson? It wasn't acceptable! I looked at the professor, who was still talking, and apparently not disturbed at all by this lack of respect. I rolled my eyes, and resumed taking notes.

This subject was really interesting; I liked learning about past wizards, and what they did. After all, it was thanks to them that we were where we were now. The bad point was that professor Binns wasn't making everyone like his subject. Instead, his monotone voice made more than half of the class fall asleep in less than ten minutes. And so we spent the end of the morning like that, in silence with no other voice than professor Binns'.

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I quickly ran away. The Hero, me, ran away? What was wrong with me? I shouldn't have run away, it wasn't me. I had never done that, and I didn't understand. I had been so nervous when I saw Arthur walking away, how's that? I'm used to people loving me, maybe I wasn't used to his behavior. He seemed distant to me, and I always felt something in my chest when he glared at me. Somehow… I think I feared that Arthur hated me. I had done nothing wrong, but he always scolded at me. Though, when he smirked at me, right before running, I knew it. I knew that we could be friends, I knew that could work.

I walked outside and entered the greenhouse done for the Herbology lesson, everyone looked at me. I was late, but I didn't care. The professor looked at me, a woman who looked quite strict but kind at the same time, and I smiled at her. I could see that she liked plants and this kind of stuff since her hat was covered of them.

"Sorry for being late, Ma'am!"

"Just take a seat," she replied, and looked back at the plant she had in hands. She continued talking about whatever plant it was, without me listening. Nope, that huge eyebrowed-boy was in my mind the whole time. I wanted to be friends with him, and as a hero, I was sure that I'd accomplish my mission!

When we finally got out of the boring class, I had a huge smile on my face, and my friend, Toris, noticed it.

"You seem really happy, Alfred," The brunette boy walked next to me, a small smile on his lips as he looked at me. Toris was really kind, and we became friends rather quickly. I liked his company.

"Yeah! Is that obvious?" I felt my cheeks heating up. "I've got a mission to accomplish!" I thumbed-up while flashing a grin.

"What is it, if I may ask?" Toris smiled politely at me, not forcing to say anything. Seriously, this dude was way too polite. I shook my head and threw my arm around his shoulders.

"Chill out, man! I will tell you, but not now!" I winked at him, and let go of his shoulders, he seemed to relax. "Right now, I gotta leave you. See ya!" I waved at him and ran away, straight to the Great Hall, where I hoped I'd find my soon-to-be friend.

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When we were finally free, everyone ran to the Great Hall to eat lunch. I followed, but at a much slower pace. Francis and Gilbert caught me up.

"- Eyebrows! How did you manage not to fall asleep!" When I turned at the voice, I met a smirk and amused red eyes. Gilbert threw an arm around my shoulders, and I glared at him.

"- Don't touch me. And this lesson was interesting," Gilbert quickly withdrew his arm and held his hands in surrender.

"- Alright, alright, 'brows!" he smirked even wider. What was his goal? Made me strangle him? Well he had almost won, I was about to grab his neck with my two hands, glaring darkly, when a voice was heard.

"- Artie, Artie!" Bloody hell, please don't tell me the obnoxious American had found me. I was just so pissed off that it wouldn't be good to see him.

"- What do you want, git?" I swear, if my glares could kill, the boy would be dead long ago. Sadly it wasn't the case, but Alfred noticed –rather miraculously- that I wasn't looking at him, but rather glaring.

"- Ow, something's wrong?" he raised a brow, looking at me, then at Gilbert and Francis behind me.

"- No, everything's perfectly fine, thank you," I snapped and quickly made my way in the Great Hall.

"What's up with him?" I heard Alfred ask to the two other boys who just shrugged. I didn't care about them, I just wanted to be alone for awhile. But it seemed like nobody heard my wish.

"Artie!" I didn't turn, nor stop, until Alfred grabbed my arm.

"Let me go!" I glared, straight into those beautiful cerulean eyes. ..Wait beautiful? Scratch that, at this moment, they were everything but beautiful. Alfred let go of my arm, and looked at me a bit sheepishly.

"Uhm, sorry," he looked away as he started. "You can talk to me… If there's something wrong, I mean! Well, ya know…"

My eyes widened, and I just stood there, looking at the American, not believing my ears. Did he just offer to listen to me? Nobody had ever done that, I was used to keep everything in me, never trusting anyone to speak with them about myself. And there he was, a perfect stranger –I had known him for two days, as well- asking to help me? I continued staring at him. His almost too blue eyes were staring back, not blinking. He was open to me, showing his honesty and kindness. Maybe concern even, but I didn't know since I wasn't searching for more, I looked away.

"I don't need your help, I told you, stupid," I crossed my arms, still not looking at him.

"Aww c'mon don't pout!" My cheeks burnt, I knew the git was smiling even if I wasn't looking at him.

"I'm not pouting!"

"Haha, you are!" The American decided at that time to be even more obnoxious and poked my cheek.

"Stop that, will you?," I glared at him. He just puffed his cheeks in a chidish pout in response.

"Look at me, I'm Artie and I'm pouting!," he joked loudly. Way too loudly for my liking. I snorted and walked away from him, to the Slytherin table.

"Hey, wait for me," Alfred yelled behind me, and appeared by my side in no time. "Now that I'm here, I'm stayin'." I rolled my eyes at this, knowing that he'd have to leave one time or another. I sat on the bench, with all the other Slytherins. Francis and Gilbert sat not far from me, just far enough for them to hear meand Alfred talking. I was surprised however, when the American sat besides me. I turned to look at him with a frown and a look of confusion.

"It's the Slytherin table here, you're not going to stay, are you?," I asked. Some of the other Slytherins were already looking at him with disgust, some Gryffindors were staring at him as if he had grown another head, and some other had their eyebrows raised in confusion like me.

"Why not?," he simply said. "Can't I eat with whomever I want? There's no rule for that," he shrugged and grabbed a plate. I stared at him for what seemed too long for him because he turned to look at me, this time he was the one witht the look of confusion. "Well, ain't you gonna eat?"

"I, uh, yes, of course," I stammered. Was he really going to stay with me? He had made it clear that the fact we were in opposite Houses wasn't a problem for him, and I didn't mind being friends with a Gryffindor. Well, I'd have to see if all the Gryffindors were as obnoxious as him. I took a plate, my mind still full with these thoughts, when he continued talking.

"That stuff will never be as good as the burgers with have back in America," he declared as he stuffed his mouth with more food. He really had no notion of respect at all. I smirked a bit, though I didn't manage to hide it well. "Hey you smiled!," he gulped and smiled brightly.

I didn't even bother to reply, and continued to eat while the American kept talking about uninteresting things- though if I was honest I was still listening to him. That wasn't like me though. Maybe I was getting used to his presence.

The rest of the lunch passed in the same background noise as usual, but some students kept looking at the peculiar Gryffindor eating at the table of the Slytherins.