Ok so I now decided to do a story over Hetalia! I don't know if my creativity will expand here but let's hope it does! Orbis means World in Latin so their high school is Orbis Altus Schola, World High School. I used google translator.

The French translates: "Oh nothing, just says it's not funny, but fun. You might just make this year interesting for me."

Chapter 1: You are now a student at Orbis Altus Schola!

The Whole idea for the young English man to go to boarding school in Sweden was to get a better education and to build social interactions between other nations. He was short with blonde hair, green eyes, and bushy caterpillar-like eyebrows. He was asleep during his flight, and he was nervous about going to school there. But as if he'd ever admit that to anyone.

As he slept he dreamt he saw two children playing in a playground. They both had blond hair and seemed to be around the same age,

"Artie~ I don't want you to leave to England! Please you can come and live with us!"

He tried to see who the pleading boy was, but his face was shaded and unnoticeable. Someone once called him 'Artie', but who?

XcXcXcXcXcXc

"Brother! Hurry up please, we might miss our flight." cried a voice.

"Yeah, dude, I'm like almost done."

Matthew over reacts sometimes, a little too much. I sometimes wonder whether he has OCD or something. But by tomorrow night, we'll be at Orbis Boarding School. We will finally be in the high school section, Orbis Altus Schola. My Canadian half-brother, Matthew Williams, and my awesome self, have been going there since elementary.

Our dad didn't know that Matthew existed; it wasn't until his mom died and she left it in her will for him to be taken care by us. He is just a few months older than me, and at first I didn't want anything to do with him; but he was so sad that me, the hero, couldn't let him be sad. He was heartbroken when his mom died and yeah sure any kid would be sad, but he was there when the car accident happened. He saw her die, he was there in the car and I am glad he lived. He doesn't talk about what happened that much but that's ok. I wondered whether he remembered anything because he was 4 years old and I can't forget his face when I first saw him; it was sad and...lifeless. He is my best friend and as long as he is ok he doesn't have to talk about it. He is mature but looks like a child and sometimes can act like one as well...

"You have everything?" Matthew asked while he was hugging his stuffed bear. He is still a child after all, huh?

"Yeah, and you?" I don't want him to whine over forgetting his favorite movie and having dad mail it over and 'accidentally' mail over MY potty training video. Alfred suddenly thinking that had shudders going through his body, recalling his embarrassing memory.

"Yes everything is in the car." He stood standing at the doorway and he seemed nervous-no scared- of something.

"Hey, can I ask something?" He finally said after we finally got into the car.

"Sure, shoot!"

"W-what if...What if we don't become roommates this year... Al?" He always asks the same thing every year, and we have gotten the same room every year.

"I can't make that promise, but ya' know part of our education is to build social interactions with other, less awesomer, nations? So, hey maybe you will make more friends this year." I was kind of scared as well, but I am the hero so I can't show weakness. Especially in front of my brother.

"Ok." he said in a small voice and started reading his book, Pride and Prejudice. Who reads that for fun reading? He always is the one with good grades and is suppppppeeeerrr smart.

When we got to the airport, we loaded on board after we said good-bye to our dad.

"Alfred? You ready?" he asked through his glasses. His eyes are blue and his hair is blonde. We aer sometimes confused as twins, but he has longer hair.

"Hell yeah! I can't wait 'til we get there! Hey dude~, remember when Alejandro from Mexico, 'accidentally' knocked his big brother's juice on his brother, Antonio? His face was priceless! And remember how Antonio just laughed at his little brother and Lovino Vargas was yelling at Alejandro! Ha, dude I miss them." Alfred was excited to go back and reconcile with his friends. Alejandro Fernandez was from Mexico and Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was from Spain, they, both like Alfred and Matthew's similar situation, are not entirely related by blood, but are still family. Lovino Vargas, Antonio's best friend, was the Italian who had a twin brother, Feliciano Vargas, and was the COMPLETE opposite from him.

"Yes but try to sleep, if not, the flight will be longer." Matthew said trying to get his talkative brother to stop talking for a while.

"Really? I'm going to sleep then!" As the gullible American saluted and fell asleep, Matthew just smiled and continued reading his book.

XcXcXcXcXcXcXc

"Sir, our baggage pick up is to the right after you pass the bathroom down that hallway." a lady told the young Brit.

"Thank you." he said as he ran for his luggage. He arrived to school early, even though it was his first day, he wondered whether he would meet someone he already knew. As magic, a French man came and draped his arm around Arthurs shoulder.

"Ohn-hohoho~ Angletter is here as well? Mon ami, how are you doing?"

"Get away you frog! Don't touch me that's unnerving." Arthur hissed at Francis. Francis was a frenemy, he hated him at times, but also, thought of him as a friend.

"Fine mon ami, but let's go and check out who your room mate is, non?

"R-roommate?" he hadn't really thought about having to share a room with another guy. He didn't mind it, but the thought of having someone snore, or possibly sleep walk was unbearable for the young Brit.

"Sure, frog" Arthur said in a distasteful tone.

"Why are you so mean to me?" Francis whined.

They walked into the school and saw a wall bordered with names and room nimbers.

"Ah~ Angletter here you are. Arthur Kirkland, you have to share a room with Alfred F. Jones, in room 209. Ah, he is the American; he has come here since elementary school. Humph," he chuckled.

Arthur now curious at the sudden chuckle said, "What's so damn funny you bloody frog?"

"It's not that it's funny it's just that, it's... amusing." Francis said in a playful tone, but all Arthur herd was a mumble.

"What are you mumbling about?" He asked.

"Oh rien, juste dit que ce n'est pas drôle, mais amusant. Vous pourriez juste faire de cette année intéressante pour moi. I am after all just trying to laugh at how Angletter is going to have to share a room with an...outgoing guy." He said trying to make the English man lose interest in what his real motives are.

"What the hell? Was it that hard to just say it in English instead of French! Dammit, you're an annoying frog..." Arthur said now mad.

"It's odd," Francis said suddenly, "because he has shared his room with the same person since elementary."

"Well, frog you have to share a room with a- Matthew Williams, in room 133." Arthur said wanting to just get on with the day. After that they parted to go to their dorms.

Arthur entered his room and decided to unpack and he then plopped on a bed, which he now choose to be his, and fell asleep from his jet lag, not caring how he looked like at the moment.

XcXcXcXcXc

"Alfred wake up! We are about to land" Matthew tried to wake his brother but, with little success.

"Dude~ I am sooooo sslleeeeepppyyyy..." Alfred mumbled while he tried to shoo away his brother.

"Please stay in your seats and fasten your seat belts, we will be landing momentarily ladies and gentlemen." the pilot said through the intercom.

With that being said, Alfred bolted from his slumber and was now more energetic than before.

"Awesome man! We are here!" he cried as they got into a taxi to take them to their school.

Matthew was always amazed at how beautiful the scenery was in Sweden. He loved how the sky was so crystal blue and how the meadows were so vast with flowers that seem to dance when the wind blows them.

As they arrived at the school, they were greeted with a big building that they both now call home. They walked up the stairs to go find the wall with the dorm numbers and names.

"Al..." Matthew said cautiously," we didn't get the same room this year." he said in a very sad voice that would even make John Cena give Matthew ice cream and a hug to comfort him.

"What? I don't understand? We ALWAYS get the same room." Alfred was now shocked but what shocked him more was who Matthew had to share a dorm with.

"You have to share with that perverted French man/woman, or whatever the hell IT is, in room 133! Dammit. I'll go talk to the dorm counselor. Everything will be ok, Mat, OK?" Alfred was now about to turn but someone caught his wrist.

"Al, it's ok. Francis isn't that bad of a person, trust me. Last year he helped me a lot and helped me out with the Prussian problem. I owe him a lot. And if by being by his side makes us even, then it's alright. Plus, you said it's time we build social interactions with others, right?"

"Matt, I said it's part of our education to build social interactions, but are you sure?" Alfred wanted to make sure his brother was really ok with this and not doing it because he felt like he needed too.

"Yes. If anything happens we can go talk to the dean, but now they won't let us change dorms without a good reason anyway. Plus, you have to go and befriend," he tried to find Alfred's roommate," Arthur Kirkland."

"Who?" Alfred felt as if he had heard of that name before, like it should mean a lot.

"Arthur Kirkland, in room 209. Good luck!" with that Matthew walked away from his brother and to find his new room and roommate, leaving his brother behind.

Alfred realizing that it was almost dinner, decided to go to his dorm and settle down for a little while. He unlocked the door, room 209, and entered to find a body laying on the bed nearest to the window that showed the ocean shoreline.

He tried to not make a lot of sound and to not disturb the sleeping companion. Alfred was about to unpack but he herd mummers and from the corner of his eyes, he saw the man franticly swinging his arms around. He walked over about to wake him but since he stopped he was about to turn around and unpack but, he noticed the beads of sweat trickling down the sleeping man's face and neck. He wiped the sweat with his hand and checked to see if he had a fever and ran to the bathroom for a cloth. He couldn't really tell whether a person had a fever but he couldn't let the guy be covered in sweat, well that's what he was telling himself because Alfred wasn't even sure why he was doing what he was doing.

"...nmhmmm...no...NO!" the sudden mummers from the blonde scared Alfred because he wasn't sure if he was ok.

As Alfred began to wipe the sweat, the blonde woke up wide eyed and panting. Alfred noticed the pretty green eyes he had and the caterpillars on his forehead. Err...no wait...those weren't caterpillars...

"Who are...you?" Arthur was backing up away from Alfred resting his head on the wall, snapping Alfred back into reality.

"I'm Alfred Jones. You must be...Arthur... Smirkstand?" Alfred wasn't sure what his last name was, but he just knew it had 'and' somewhere in there and it was funny. Of course he wouldn't say that to him though.

"Are you making fun of me? I am Arthur KIRKLAND, not Smirkstand, you arse. But enough of that, what were you doing on my bed?" Arthur said and glared at Alfred.

"You were saying stuff in your sleep and you were moving around and you were sweating buckets! I didn't know if you were sick or something, so I went to get a cloth from the bathroom and tried to wipe the sweat off." Alfred said very suddenly not wanting Arthur to get the wrong idea, that he was a rapist or something. With that thought, Alfred blushed then turned away from Arthur and he felt those green eyes watching him.

"Thank you, I suppose." he herd Arthur mumble.

"Hey, are you from England?" he finally asked wanting to see if he was right or not.

"Yes, my accent gave it away, obviously."

"Right. This your first time here?"

"Yes, you've been here since elementary, right?"

'A stalker?' Alfred thought. "Yes, how do you know? You stalkin' me?"

"No, don't get the wrong impression, but an acquaintance of mine told me that about you. You know Francis Bonnefoy?"

"Yeah, I know him." he said with a bitter tone.

~Ding Dong Ding Dong~

"That's the dinner bell. Let's go eat!"

They both walked towards the dinning mass hall. Alfred couldn't shake the feeling that there is something about Arthur that- he couldn't put a finger on- made him feel...nostalgic.