Welcome to the inner mechanisms of my mind! I've been trying to work on this fan fiction as much as I possibly could, without my family pestering me. I hope it's not too obvious, because I am going to throw in some plot twists…ooh! Please Enjoy!

Warnings: Strong language

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia!

"And that concludes today's meeting," Mr. Wang announced. The ten students who were actually a part of the model UN club pushed out their chairs and went to pick up their book bags. It was a classroom that used to be a storage closet until the recent renovations. The room was one of the original rooms from the early 20th century, when the school was built. Half of the paint was chipping off revealing a muddy, rusted color. There were only two windows, although one of them never opened and the other was an a rescue window. Arthur placed his thick, square glasses into his black case and stuffed it into his brown, leather backpack alongside four textbooks.

He noticed a tall shadow hovering over him. Without looking up he asked "yes?"

Mr. Wang scanned him and tilted his head, then held out a slip of paper. 'New Member Registration Form' was typed in bold font across the top of the white page. In a thick Chinese accent, Mr. Wang said "please fill this out."

He just nodded and uncapped his black pen.

Attempting to make small-talk, Mr. Wang asked "so where did you move from?"

"England."

The room was now completely empty of other nine girls. Mr. Wang nodded. "Why did you move?"

He shrugged. "No reason," he lied and handed the paper to his teacher.

"Not to sound rude, but why did you join model UN? There are plenty of other clubs, and you chose this one?"

He shrugged once more. "I don't know. I like history. I'm surprised there aren't that many people. In my old school there were a lot of people in this club."

Mr. Wang sighed. "All of the other boys in your grade do sports that conflict with clubs." He noticed a red haired man at the doorway. His curled his lip and muttered "or they are involved with music."

"The correct term is acting." Scottie [1] corrected leaning against the narrow doorway.

Mr. Wang sneered "I wouldn't call our plays acting."

"Come on Art! Why are you even in this club?" He combed his hands though his thick red hair.

Mr. Wang rolled his eyes. "Is this your brother?"

Arthur answered "sadly."

Mr. Wang tilted his head in disbelief. The only ones in Arthur's family that had blonde hair were him and his mother. His two brothers, his sister and his father all had red hair.

Arthur slung his backpack around his right shoulder before standing from his desk. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Wang."

Mr. Wang put the new registration sheet on top of a pile of papers, on a wobbling teacher's desk placed in the center of the room. "It was very nice to meet you. I hope you like America!"

Arthur smiled as he joined Scottie in the abandoned hallway. "Do you have to be such a jerk all the time?"

He rearranged Arthur's already messy, blonde hair. "That's what older brother's are for."

Arthur frowned and continued walking down the empty hallway. He passed molded lockers that no longer had any locks attached to it, and doorways without numbers inscribed on them. It was a lonely hallway at the back of the school that nobody dares to go down, except when you want to buy marijuana, or apparently, join the model UN club. "When I visited you last year you weren't this annoying…"

"That's because you weren't living with me! I don't have to share my room with you, ya know." Actually Arthur did not want to live in Scottie's room. It smelled like cigarettes and was always dimly lit. His room used to smell like scented wall flowers. He wished he was back in England living with his mother.

"I wish I didn't have to," he muttered and followed Scottie as they took a sharp right turn down the main hallway. He thought about the summer after his parents got a divorce. Arthur and his sister Eily [2] lived with his mother in England while Scottie and his younger brother Dylan [3] stayed with his father and moved toAmerica. He thought about how his sister requested a beer and how Scottie attempted to steal it. Then, he thought about how his dad would puff smoke into his face as he asked for what age Arthur was.

His memories were interrupted by Scottie holding out a five dollar bill. "I'm starving. Go buy something from the football team while I get the car." He pointed to the line of girls squealing about some a bake sale. It seemed like everyday there was a bake sale at this dumb school.

Arthur nodded and stuffed the money into his jeans' front pocket and stood behind a girl from the model UN team. She bought a slice of pizza and one of the team members kissed her on the cheek. America is so weird. I wish I was back in England, Arthur thought.

"Two slices please." He took out the crumpled five dollar bill.

"Sorry we don't accept Euros," one of the team members laughed looking down at the money with his sea blue eyes.

His green eyes narrowed. "Very funny, it's American money, you git."

"If you buy a slice I've gotta kiss you, he said smugly as the whole team behind him began to laugh. He pointed to Arthur's cheek. "Right there."

"I just want a slice of pizza," he gritted through his teeth and folded his hand into a fist.

Another person on the team joined in. "Oh look, Alfred, Big Ben's about to erupt!" The whole team laughed behind him.

He noticed Scottie's small white car parked outside of the main lobby. He threw the money onto the small table. He began to walk off and muttered "keep the change."

Scottie rolled down the tinted car's window. "Where's my pizza?"

"Up your ass, just let me in."

"So how was your first day at your new school?" Jack [4] asked noticing Arthur was unusually quiet at the dinner time. Although, Arthur tried to always be quiet at dinner. He had nothing interesting to talk about. Anyways, he would always eat dinner alone seeing how everyone else wanted to watch football instead.

"Fine" he mumbled and dug through soggy mash potatoes he did not intend on eating.

"Did you make any new friends?"

"No."

"Scottie, what the hell did you do to him?" Jack shoveled another large slice of meatloaf into his mouth.

Scottie rolled his eyes. "I didn't do anything! Why are you always blaming me? He's probably always like this…"

Arthur protested, "I am not!"

"Then tell us what is bothering you!"

Arthur flailed his hands into the hair and yelled "this whole bloody country! Hasn't anyone heard of manners?" He looked around the table to see Dylan texting on his cell phone and his father obnoxiously chewing with his mouth open. He missed having long conversations with his mother about school and his friends.

"Calm down, Art," Scottie suggested opening a bottle of bourbon into a dirty glass cup. He pushed the cup towards Arthur.

Arthur refused.

Dylan rolled his eyes and ignored Arthur. "Anyways how were the tryouts for the musical?"

"Awful," Scottie explained. "Nobody can act at our school!"

Jack attempted to lighten the mood and asked "why don't you join the play, Art? Make some friends? Come on, didn't you love acting when you were a kid? And I missed a whole day of work just to see you be the itsy bitsy spider!"

"He already joined model UN," Scottie answered mockingly.

Arthur took another sip of the beer. "You say it like it's a bad thing."

"It's not a bad thing…it's a good club to meet some sexy girls," Dylan teased continuing to text someone.

Arthur rolled his emerald eyes. "Have any of you talked to Eily yet?"

Arthur looked into his father's eyes. "She could not get a flight to England until early November."

Dylan asked "dad, why didn't you go?"

"I'm not supposed to be afflicted with her anymore, Dylan. Anyways she wouldn't have left me anything in that will anyways…"

Dylan suggested "why didn't Arthur just go?"

"I'm not allowed, you git. Not until May 17th when I'm 18, can I be left alone without a guardian. Anyways, as dad said, she wouldn't have left me anything."

"That's not true!"

Arthur reached out to the dirty glass and took a small sip. "Yeah, whatever. I just want to go back to England."

Jack exclaimed "then go, one less mouth to feed!"

Arthur curled his lip and took another sip of the beer. Bourbon was the closest thing to England.

To Be Continued…

1. Referring to Scotland.

2. Referring to Ireland.

3. Referring to Wales.

4. Referring to their father. I looked up the most common name in England and Jack was #1 so I just used it.

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Author's notes: Hello, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. It was more like an introduction than anything...mostly because nothing really happened, although there are a few main ideas. I feel like everyone is really confused, but I don't want to spoil it! UGH! I'm so conflicted! Usually something kinda happens in the first chapter, but nothing is really going to happen in this fanfic! Just kidding! It's not going to be some sci-fi fantasy romance story, although there is a possibility of some magic 'hint hint' but it's just going to be one of those sappy high school movies that some how makes a lot of money. Okay I am completely off topic! I hope it's not too obvious and read the next chapter! (I hope it turns out well...)