Hetalia does not belong to me and blahblahblah.

Summary: Gakuen!AU. USUK. Arthur writes yaoi fanfiction. What if the school idol, Alfred F. Jones, finds out?

Hi! Thanks for reading! And the only thing you should know is that I got this idea from a shojo Manga I read, like, four years ago.. Only that Arthur doesn't draw Mangas, but writes Fanfiction.

And english is my THIRD language. I'm sorry for all the mistakes I made! (I'm german ^^)

_Normal POV_

(A/N: I'll switch POVs very often. Like, veeery often. But let's begin with a Normal POV ^-^)

"Oh my god have you read England-samas new chapter yet?" squeled a girl as she slammed her book on the table of her best friends.

"She already wrote a new chapter? Damn! I don't have time to read it, I'm so busy!" her friend replied and sighed.

"But you have to read it! She's my idol! Her stories are the best!" the girl's eyes sparkled as she said that.

"I knowwww! I especially loved her fanfic with the Teacher/Student releationship! Ahh! That was so awesome! I totally squeeled every time because of the awesome cute moments between the two!" her friend nodded like crazy and both squeled together.

"Oh yes I know! She's such a great author and her BL is the best!"

"It's a shame she never gives personal information.. Like her real name, or something.."

"Yeah you're right.. I once asked her through a review, but she ignored my question.."

"She has thousends of fans! I'm sure others have asked too, of course she wouldn't care about yours."

"That's meaaan!"

The brit smiled to himself as he heard the girl's conversation. He sighed happily. His hard work did well! Every girl liked it. He didn't even hear one negative comment about his story!

Oh, you probably wonder what's going on. I should tell you.

Arthur is a normal high-school stundent and loves writing. He wrote little stories on a random site in the internet, but he never really got many comments or views, but he didn't really mind. He just loved writing down his thoughs, fantasies and other things!

He even had a beta. Beta means someone who reads through his texts and corrects them, for those who don't know. And well, all his internet popularity had began with a stupid laptop and a perverted beta.

I should explain. Arthurs laptop was never really good, but he could live with it. One day an incident happened with his keyboard and his 's' got broken. (It still is, by the way.) and the little group of fans he had for a romance story, between a girl and a boy, got sick of waiting.

Arthur didn't know what to do and just wrote the chapter with many fluffines and cute moments without the 's'. He asked his beta if she could kindly write the 's' for him, because he couldn't just copy the letter again and again and again. She agreed to and did it immediately.

But something went wrong. Well, not 'wrong', but still wrong for Arthur. His beta, and history teacher, and kinda-best-friend, always had a perverted mind. Elizaveta is her name. And we all know, yes, she likes- loves- yaoi.

And what did the perverted woman do? She just put the fanfiction as an one-shot in the website, without writing an 's' to the 'he's. Confusing? I'll try to explain again.

She made both charackters male!

Arthur wanted to kill her so badly because of that. So, so badly. And just as he was about to delate this story, he was surprised by reviews. Lots of reviews.

And with lots of reviews, I mean tons of reviews! Arthur read through them with wide eyes as he saw all the compliments he got and all the "We want more!"s.

Since then, he got motivated to write such things. Yaoi, I mean. He got really into it and has written over twenty one-shots and he always got positive reviews and compliments. He couldn't just stop writing. And Elizaveta would never let him stop, anyway.

So he continued and became known as 'England' in the fanfiction world. His yaoi was the best. Well, actually, it's only shonen-ai. He has never tried to write intimate scenes between two men, because he was embarrassed. He tried often and Elizaveta tried to help him, but he couldn't do it.

Arthur wasn't gay and it was difficult for him to write M rated scenes because of that. Sure, the fluffy ones and kissy-ones were easy and he could master them, but writing a lemon (He still hates the use of this word to describe sex between two men. Seriously.) was too difficult even for him.

But even without such kinds of scenes, Arthur was really happy that his fans still loved his works.

Now, he has about twothousend fans. And they grow each day. Of course he is happy, but something is not good.. The fans have started to want to know who he really is. And that's not good at all.

And hell- he would never tell them, no matter how much he loved his fans. They all would be shocked that a boy writes such things! And he had his pride- he would never admit it, that he actually wrote it.

So the blond always tries to keep personal information to himself and to not make himself suspicious, because some girls actually try to find their 'England' (That's his penname..) here in his school. But that's another story.

Arthur prepared himself for his lesson and took his books from his backpack. As he lay them on the desk, he saw his fanfic-notebook on the top. A quick glance to the side showed him that nobody was looking. He opened his notebook and looked at his notes which he wrote down long time ago.

You could not believe what the brit has wroten in that papers in there. Always when he went somewhere, he took that book with him. And when he sees some good scene between men somewhere, he can take it down to not forget it. It's actually really cool! So he can never forget his ideas.

Arthur smiled as he already got an idea for a new one-shot. But then he dropped his smile and glared at the things in that notebook.

What's with him? He's a boy and he writes such texts! He should be embarrassed and stop doing such things! But Arthur couldn't help himself. He loved writing, no matter what kind of texts. The brit was not really fond of himself for writing such kind of stories. Although he got so many positive comments on them and his fans loved him..

One day he tried to stop and didn't upload for a month. But what made him- forced him- to write again? Right. Elizaveta.

That woman was such a pest! She sometimes tortured poor little Arthur to write his sories and as she noticed that he wanted to stop writing, she became insane and angry. It was horrible. Arthur had to stop her! He was the only one who was able to stop this woman from hurting people with her frying pan. So he continued writing.

Even though he wrote shonen-ai (or boys love in english.) he always tried to make fans happy and loved their comments and reviews. The thought that one day he would become a great author made him exited and motivated to write another story and try different kinds of styles and such. It was fun.

That all he wrote was BL still bothered him a bit, but Arthur could live with that. For now.

The lesson (math) began and he had to concentrate on the teacher, but he couldn't stop thinking about his new story! Arthur tried to write a full lemon and gave Elizaveta an example before the school began. The brit hoped that his beta liked it, because he has planed to publish it today.

Arthur only hoped that Elizaveta would stop giving him punishments if it was not to her liking. ... Not that kind of punishments, you sick perverts! She always forced him to read yaoi fanfiction and gave him the R18 rated Doujinshis and Mangas and he really was sick of them all. Fanfictions were ok, because they are good for his writing. But the Mangas and Doujinshis? They were too much for his brain!

The lesson went by surprisingly fast and as he heard the bell he packed up all his things in his backpack and hurried out of the classroom. Arthur knew that Elizaveta was in her classroom and was already waiting for the brit to come to her.

Just as the brit was about to turn at the corner, someone run into him. Both bodies fell to the ground and the sound of books falling at the floor was lound.

Arthur felt a headache comming as he rubbed the injured spot on his head. "Ugh.. Watch where you are going, git!" he said and finally opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was blue. Bright blue eyes were staring at him and the brit noticed that he couldn't look away from them. Well, until the person finally spoke.

"Um sorry.. I guess.." The boy said, stood up and offered a hand to Arthur.

"No thanks.." Arthur said and got up alone. Now he knew who that guy was. Of course it was the most popular boy in the school, Alfred.

Arthur heard a lot of rumors about him. Some people said he is crazy and annoying, but other say they love him and he is good at sports and whatever.

Even though the brit didn't know the guy, he didn't like him. Don't ask him why, he just got a feeling that he wouldn't like him. I mean- everyone who's popular always is a jerk or a bitch. Ok, maybe not everyone, but most of them so Arthur tried to be careful to not annoy the other blonde.

Arthur sighed as he saw his books lying on the floor. He didn't reconize some of them so that meant that Alfred's books fell on the ground, too.

"Oh- sorry it was my fault. I'll help you." Alfred finally said and started to pick up everything. Arthur couldn't just stand there and do nothing, because it would be totally ungentleman-like.

So he helped Alfred with the books and they both packed up their stuff silently.

"Um.. I'm sorry and stuff.." Alfred said and gave him an look that screamed 'Puppyeyes!'

"No, it is fine, nothing happened.." Arthur tried to talk as little as possible because he didn't like talking to strangers. He always felt so uneasy and uncomfortable then. And as he put his books in his backpack, he felt Alfred staring at him and that made him even more uncomfortable.

Alfred smiled suddendly and laughed a little. "Well then I'm glad! So, what's your name?"

"Arthur."

"Nice to meet ya, Arthur, I'm Alfred. But you probably know.. Anyway. Are you new or something?"

"No.."

"But why didn't I see you before? I would never forget someone with such green eyes! They're just so.. So green! You know what I mean?"

"Err... Not really.." The boy was beginning to annoy him! Arthur tried to say as little words as possible without sounding rude but the guy just talked and talked and talked! And he did not- I repeat- did not blush as he heard that little silly compliment!

"That's a shame! Would you like to come with me in the cafeteria?" Alfred asked, still smiling brightly.

"No I can't now.. I have something to do, so, excuse me.." Arthur looked away as he walked off and ignored the 'Huh? What? Wait!'s.

Arthur clearly didn't like that guy. He seemed annoying and too full of energy!

But Arthur couldn't keep on thinking about Alfred or the way how bright he smiled or his beautiful blue eyes, he had other problems.

As he looked at a random clock on the wall, he noticed that he was already ten minutes late! Ten minutes!

Arthur started running to make it to Elizavetas classroom. Luckily he had a free period now.

_Arthur's POV_

"I am here!" I heard myself scream as I opened the door to Elizaveta's classroom and tried to calm my panting. I was running there with high speed and luckily I was not too late!

"You're late, Arthur." I looked to my right and saw Elizaveta sitting at the front of the class.

"I'm sorry something happened..." Slowly I walked to her and grabbed a chair. I sat down in the first row and waited for her to tell me how my very first finished yaoi with boy on boy sex has become.

"Something happened? I hope you aren't injured." Of course it was fake concern, but teachers had to care for their students.

"Ah, no. I just bumped into some boy from school." Just as I finished my sentence I realised a huge mistake. I shouldn't have said that! "I-I mean! It was a gir-"

"Kyaaaaaaaahh!" She squeled and ran to me while her eyes sparkled in an unnatural way. "Who was he? How was he? Did he look good? Did you already fall in love with him? When's the wedding! You should totally wear that white dress I showed you weeks ago! You know- that thing with the roses that goes just below your butt! It would make your husband happ-"

"Stop! Just stop! It was nothing! Nothing bloody happened!" Finaly she shut up and I was able to breathe normaly again. "Our things just fell on the ground, it's nothing amazing or 'cute'. So stop having such absurd fantasies!" She pouted and sighed.

"Oh yeah, I forgot that you still can't accept the obvious fact that you're gay."

"I'm not homosexuall!" My face became read as she said that. "How many times do I have to tell you? You just won't believe me!"

"Arthur, darling." she said and gently put her hand on my shoulder. "You are so gay. Accept it and finally live happily with a hot guy and have lots of buttse-"

"Whatever!" I screamed and slammed my fists on the table. My face was red enough for the day and I just wanted to take my story anyway. "So, where is my one-shot? Is it good?" I asked hopefully.

The one-shot was about 3000 words and I liked it. I spent hours reading *cough* M rated fanfiction of you know what just for this 6 papers.. It was really embarrassing.

"I'm not sure what to think of it."

"What? But I think it's my best work untill now!" She shook her head and sat on her table. When Elizavte says 'I'm not sure what to think of it' it clearly means she doesn't like it or something is wrong with it."Why don't you like it?"

"It needs more emotion, understand? You really explained good the situations and the poses and what happened. But feelings are missing! It needs more lovey dovey stuff! An professional fangirl like me knows what good stuff is, but this! This is unacceptable!" And with a fast move of her hand, the paper was ripped into shredds.

"Hey! Don't just do that!"

"I do what I want! And Arthur, if you don't give me an good or even acceptable lemon until sunday, I will tell everyone who you are." She ended the conversation with this sentence and was about to walk out of the classroom.

"But- Elizaveta! You wouldn't dare!" She stopped for a moment and looked back to me.

"Oh, believe me I would." That bloody- ugh! "Sorry Arthur, but I have to. You're still my friend, right?" she asked me with a little wink.

"Like hell."

"Love you too, darling!"

"Go screw yourse-" She slammed the door shut.

I sighed and sat down again. As I looked at Elizaveta's place, I noticed the laptop on it. Slowly I sat up and went to the desk. Microsoft Word was opened and ready for me to write in it.

Ah Elizaveta, you really are crazy. I can't understand how your husband Roderich can stand you.

I sat on the chair and began collecting ideas in my head for some kind of plot. Sure, I could as well make it PWP, but I liked plots so I was ready to think for a good one.

But the ideadsweren't so easy to find! That's it. I needed my notebook. I unzipped my backpack and searched for my beloved notebook.

Where is it? I took out all my other books and still didnt find it! Oh no no no! I can't loose it!

I continued searching it everywhere and there! I found it! I sighed in relief and opened it up to look at my notes.

What.. What is that? As I opened my notebook I saw many pictures. Pictures of trees and all sorts of flowers, animals, smileys, stickfigures, even some little comics and even humans.. And mangas... These drawings were beautiful, I had to say. But.. But that didn't belong to me! Where was my notebook?

A name on the frontpage of the notebook caught my atteintion. Oh, no! God- why?

Alfred F. Jones

Seriously? Seriously? It seems as if I accidently grabbed his book and not mine. Bloody hell! He will see my notes! And I even wrote some pervy ones in there!

What do I do? I didn't know where Alfred was and with every glance on his bloody name, I got mader and wanted to scream! I'm so sure he found out! He will tell everyone and then I can say bye to my life! Dammit..

I glared at his name. What's with his name? This F. irritates me.

I sighed again, this time in frustration, and lay my head on the keyboard of the laptop.

I'm dead.

For another ten minutes I tried to calm down and was sitting in Elizavetas classroom. It was pretty empty here, and I did not have anything to do, so I began writing a one-shot. It was nothing special. It was not a yaoi. I wrote randomly about school and Elizaveta and even Alfred. It was as if I was describing my own day with my feelings and such. .. After a while I noticed that in my text I wrote mostly about Alfred. And that was not good. I was just about to delate it but-

-but someone rudely interrupted me. That someone bursted into the classroom and locked the door.

I noticed him looking familar. Blonde hair, cowlick, beautiful blue eyes-

"Alfred! What the bloody hell are you doing here!" I screamed. "And why did you lock the door?"

"Oh sorry, but that crazy teacher was running after me and I had to hide somwhere!" he said and smiled again at me.

"Elizaveta?"

"Yeah."

"You can be lucky that you are still alive.."

"Oh I know." Suddendly his face seemed to darken. No, his smile did not drop, it just begun to seem so.. Evil, somehow. I gave him an suspicious look and turned to the laptop. I did not have the time to delate my work, so I just saved it and shut it.

"So, what are you going to do now?" I finally asked.

"I don't know. She'll stop anyway. And I'm lucky that you are here! I actually wanted something back.." He took something out of his backback (I only then noticed that he had one with him the whole time.).

My eyes widened as I saw my notebook in his hands.

"Y-You.. Plase tell me you didn't read it!" Alfred smirked and this look sent shivers down my spine.

I gulped. I'm screwed.

_Hi, I am a line._

So, that was the first chapter! Hope you liked it! Sorry again for the mistakes! And please review. The second chapter will come if I have 10 reviews on this one. Hahah! Just kidding! I don't care how many reviews I get! But my motivation is pretty lame, so it would be nice to leave something to make me write more XD Thanks for reading! *hugs you*