Finally I get my second story up. I have decided to put this one up since my first story is well liked. This chapter maybe crappy because I know nothing about London nor England for that matter. I don't know how long this story is going on for. It is rated M for later chapters with romance and Ivan being Ivan. Without further wait here is the story.

Ivan: Phantom does not own Hetalia she is just doing it for pure enjoyment.

~Our Songless Music~

Ivan Braginsky

"Alfred you're going to be late. We need to get to the airport." Alfred's mother called from downstairs, her southern accent noticeable.

"I just got to grab one thing." Alfred yelled back.

Alfred took one last look at his now empty room. Everything was taken off the walls, all his stuff was in boxes in the closet, and the furniture had plastic drapes over them. His luggage was all packed and in the car and it was time to go. He was leaving everything behind just for a high school in the forests of England, his friends, his parents, and his team. Alfred picked up his saxophone case and stepped out of the room, not turning his back.

His mom waiting at the door, "Come on dear, your father is waiting for us in the car."

"Sorry ma." Alfred said.

"It's okay. It must be hard leaving everything behind." Alfred's mother locked the door and walked to the car.

"It's going to be hard but I can do it." Alfred sounded proud.

"You better. I'm not paying to send you off to a foreign school to goof around." Alfred's father said once they were in the car.

The car ride was quiet of all talking. The only sounds that were heard was the car moving, cars going by, and the classical music playing in the background. Alfred was currently looking over some scores that had not yet been finished because lack of inspiration. He could not take it anymore he threw his head back on the seat and groaned.

Out the window the trees of the countryside was giving way to the suburbs surrounding the city. Alfred never liked the city; he tolerated it, but never liked it. He knew it's what kept him fed but for some reason he did not like the idea of being around so many people. Alfred's father owned a bank which made him a good amount of money and his mom was a housewife.

It was Alfred's first time his country, and he was nervous to say the least. He was being shipped off the English countryside. To say he was going to miss everything was an understatement. He was leaving behind everything to go to a top music school; he had to give up football, his girlfriend, and his parents, not to mention his sweet video games. The airport loomed closer as the trip neared its end.

"Alfred, are you nervous?" His mother asked.

"A little ma, I mean this is my first time away from home. I have to leave the country to do it to boot." Alfred groaned.

The family pulled into the Riley Creek Airport in Kingston, Tennessee. All the family knew was that Alfred was going to on a private plane with some other kids going towards London then was taking a bus to the school in forest outside of Cambridge. The family helped get Alfred's luggage out of the trunk. The plane was scheduled for two o' clock and it was twelve now. Once he was in the airport he grabbed a luggage roller and bid goodbye to his family, a hug and a kiss from his mother and a hand shake from his father.

Alfred went through airport security without a hitch and was now sitting where he could see the plane boarder. He went away clicking on his phone, lucky he had internet and his dad changed it to an international plan. In about an hour before the plane was ready to depart about three more people appeared.

When does your plane depart? A text message came in.

Alfred looked at the name, "Joan, why the hell are you messaging me." 12 y u ask? He sent back.

"To know you have time." She sent back.

A ding came to Alfred's phone before he could reply. It was video message from Joan. It was a message videoing all the people in his class 'wishing him luck', 'hoping he gets there safe', 'farewell messages', and 'to some back and see them one day'. The last one was a Joan saying 'goodbye and how she will always love him'.

Tears pricked Alfred's eyes by the time the video was over. The announcement was signaling that his plane was ready to be boarded. Alfred was told to bring his entire luggage into the plane because he could put it in his room. Alfred was confused what they said his room but stepping onto the airplane, he knew what they meant.

"Please pick a room for your flight. If you want anything just push the buzzer by the door and an attendant will be there shortly. I hope to have a pleasant flight." The attendant on-board said. "The plane was sectioned into rooms with open doorways. In each room was a bed and overhead compartment in which to put the entire luggage in."

Alfred walked and looked into the rooms as he moved. There were six rooms altogether. The floors were black carpet and the rooms were different colors. The bed sheets were the same as the room color. One room caught his eye it was a sky blue, it was elegant in its own way to him.

He sat down and pulled out his laptop, if he was going to be stuck on a nine hour flight he was going to get comfortable. Alfred kicked off his shoes and started clicking away on the computer. The sounds of the others were coming from the other room; apparently they were getting to know each other and hitting it off.

"We are about to depart. Please make sure all the luggage is fastened in the overhead compartment." The captain said over the speakers.

The agonizing nine hour flight began now. Alfred had occupied himself with playing the games on his computer and listening to music. The others had tried to get him out but he declined their offer. The flight attendant came by and Alfred only asked for a bottle of water, he did not really have an appetite.

Three hours into the flight Alfred fell asleep and was woken up by a flight attendant six hours later, "Sir, we have arrived in London."

"Thanks." Alfred said.

Alfred replaced his laptop in his bag and collected his things from the compartment. The others were just making their way off, and by the looks of it they had fallen asleep too. All four people shuffled out of the tunnel.

"We were instructed to meet in the lobby, right." Alfred heard one of the boy's say.

The girl had out a piece of paper, "That's what is says on there."

Alfred followed the talking group of students. In the lobby there was a group of about ten other individuals. One head stuck out of the black, brown, and dark blond sea of hair as Alfred got closer, it was white. The head was weaving through the crowd and made its way to the approaching new people.

"Hey, are you all here for The World Music Academy." The white haired person said coming out of the crowd.

On a closer look Alfred noticed the person was an albino. His hair had a silver tint to it and his red eyes sparkled. The albino's upper body was covered in a white button up shirt with a black vest. His lower body was covered in black skinny jeans and black converse. A movement in his hair caught Alfred's attention; it revealed a yellow puff ball of a bird.

"My name is the awesome Gilbert and I will be accompanying you to the school." Just then the German accent registered in Alfred's head. "I'm already a student of the school that's why I am accompanying you all. Go over there with the others and give the dude with the chipboard your name. Once we are all here we will depart for the school." The albino named Gilbert said.

Alfred was starting to move and he felt something land on his head and tried to swat at it but got bit, "Hey, what was that for."

"Sorry." Gilbert said running to Alfred, "Gilbird doesn't usually do that. I never have seen him do that to someone else before." He untwined the yellow chick from Alfred's head.

"It's fine, just gave me a scare that's all." Alfred said rubbing his head.

"What's your name you seem like a cool guy? What instrument you play?"

"My name is Alfred. I play the sax, you?" Alfred said patting the case hanging off his shoulder.

"You play the sax, sweet I never met someone who played that before. I play the flute, pretty awesome here. I got to let you meet Antonio, he'll be so thrilled but first you got to go wee Roderich."

"Gilbert, who are you talking to?" A new voice added in.

"Speak of the nerdy devil." Gilbert sighed.

The man names Roderich had the air of an aristocrat. His had brown hair and cowlick on the right side of his head where is part is. He was wearing a casual blue suit looking thing. The annoyed tapping pen sound was heard as the pen hit the clipboard.

"What is your name?" Roderich demanded pointing to Alfred with his pen.

"Alfred F. Jones, sir." Alfred said.

"Well, that's all of them. Let's get on the bus." Roderich said turning away.

Gilbert grabbed one of Alfred's suit cases and wrapped his free arms around Alfred's shoulders, "I can tell we'll be great friends."

Alfred was lead onto the bus by Gilbert after his luggage was put in the storage bin on the bus. He was pulled to the back of the bus by an overexcited albino and was met by a smiling man. The man had a huge grin on his face that stretched from ear to ear from Alfred's point of view. He was wearing a green shirt and blue jeans. When the man opened his eyes it revealed sparkling green eyes, the rivaled the shirt, with his brown hair blown in front.

"Mi Amigo, where have you been?" The man said.

"Hey Toni, this is Alfred." Gilbert beamed.

"Yo." Alfred said.

"I'm Antonio, nice to meet you and call me Toni. Are you a newcomer?" Antonio asked.

"Yea, are you?" Alfred decided to ask a question of his own.

"Nope, I'm a returning third year this year, same as Gilbert. What year are you in."

"I'm a third year also. What do you play?"

"I don't know about you but I play guitar."

"I play the saxophone."

"I play the awesome flute." Gilbert butted in. "And I don't like to be kept out of the conversation.

The trip was like that the whole way, Alfred and Antonio asking questions and Gilbert butting in somewhere. Alfred was happy that he made friends already and they already knew about the school. From what Alfred heard it was composed of huge buildings and the students lived in dorms that looked like mansions. The school itself was not far from civilization but not close either.

"There are the gates." Gilbert said looking out the window, "About another two miles to go."

"How do we know what our classes are?" Alfred asked.

Gilbert gave him a weird look but Antonio answered his question, "When you get off the bus your name will be called and you will receive a manila envelope with papers in it. The papers tell you what dorm and room you will be staying in with your roomie, your class schedule, all eight periods, and your music partner.

There are four dorms, each dorm is named after a color and animal and the dorms are categorized as music types. The dorm rooms are pretty big it basically looks like a small apartment, living room, kitchen, two bedrooms, big bathroom, and the works. You have a roommate but separate bedrooms. The kitchen can be used when the cafeteria is not in operation. There is a refrigerator and a pantry for the food. The school brings a bus every two weeks out to town for the students to go to the store. The bathroom consists of two sinks, a shower chamber, a bathtub, and a closest.

"There are four class periods per semester, one hour each with a ten minute break in-between. Basically people use the time after school to study and practice. Breakfast starts at seven and ends at nine, school starts nine-thirty, lunch is between third and fourth period, and dinner is from five to eight.

"Your music partner is something that is pre-determined. A song writer gets pared to a music player, one on one. The school allows the same number of song writers and players to be enrolled at the school after the graduated class. The number of graduates determined how many new people they let in, usually freshman but there are some like yourself who are in upper classes get in. Being in different grades doesn't matter when it come to a song partner. Does that answer any of your questions?" Antonio put on his smile again.

All the information just flew over Alfred's head but he caught the jest of it, "Yeah, but I read something about an ending exam.

Gilbert was the one to speak this time, "The ending exam it to see if you pass to the next grade. You and your music partner are to come up with an original piece to play. A group of anonymous reviewers will score your final piece for originality, how well the piece flows together, and some other thing. We're where." Gilbert exclaimed.

Alfred looks out the front window, which was pretty hard from the back, but he could see a castle sized building become closer and closer. The group sat in silence as the rest of the bus became talk central. All around was talk of school, dorm life, and a million other things. Alfred was happy to finally be off the bus. Gilbert and Antonio helped Alfred get his stuff off the bus and set it down.

"Alfred Jones." A voice called out.

"Go get your envelope." Gilbert pointed.

Alfred walked to guy holding the envelopes, it was Roderich. He was looking annoyed as Alfred came closer. Roderich mumbled something under his breath that Alfred really could not understand as he grabbed the envelope. Alfred made his way back to Antonio and Gilbert as other names were called.

"Open it, see who you got." Antonio was excited.

Alfred opened the packet and looked at the papers, "Classes are English III, Advanced Math, European History, and Symphony. I am in the White Wolf dorm room 130 with Matthew Williams."

Gilbert smiled, "You got my birdie as your roomie, and you will get along well."

"Who's your music partner?" Antonio asked.

"My music partner is Ivan Braginsky, fourth year." Alfred said.

~Our Songless Music~

Sorry if it was crap I promise it will get better. I am writing about a place I know nothing about because I am from Houma. Every review boost my confidence with this story. For me that first chapter is always the hardest because it determines if the readers like it or not. I like writing this one because Ivan is one of the main characters.

Ivan: Why do I have to partnered with him.

Alfred: I'm not to thrilled about it either.

Me: okay, okay stop it both of you. Hope you liked this chapter now I have to go break up a fight. See ya'll next chapter.