Hetalia Middle School

The "Allies"

"You idiot! These are cool! Unlike your stupid hair!" Arthur shouted as he pointed at his temporary tattoos. He bought two packs of the things, and used them all on his arms when he got home. It took almost an hour to cut them all out and place them on his arms. It took some time but in the end, they looked pretty cool in his opinion.  He had numerous things on his arms, like dragons, guitars, the UK flag, The Beatles, and other random things. Even a weird heart with the word Mom in it. "Well at least I don't look like an edgy wannabe guitar player!" Francis shouted back as he lightly touched his soft hair. "And at least my hair doesn't look like I dipped it in bog water!" The Frenchman shouted as he stared at the light green dyed tips of Arthur's hair. Which Arthur proudly did himself.
Francis found himself on the ground seconds later, his hair being gripped tightly as Arthur slammed his fist in the poor French kid's face. Though Arthur was beating Francis, he had to admit. His hair was kinda soft. Arthur stood up and leaned over him, grabbing his collar. "Fight me you frog!" The Brit shouted as he repeatedly punched Francis' face. A few people noticed, and sooner then later, a circle formed around them, cheering them on. They chanted the word "Fight" over and over, few others were saying things like "Beat him down!" "Kick his butt!" and numerous other encouraging things. The fight was mainly Arthur beating Francis, every now and then Francis would land a blow to Arthur. Not that it harmed him much, his hits weren't strong. Out of the crowd, a broom was raised, and held out. No one knew who it was, and the broom hit a lot of people in the head before Francis grabbed it.
"No fair!" Arthur shouted, and winced as Francis slammed the metal handle of the broom against his hip. A girl with platinum blonde hair with a white bow on top of her head tapped Arthur on the shoulder and shoved her heavy binder against his chest. "Побей его." She hissed as she then backed up into the crowd. Arthur held the binder and blocked Francis' hits, he knocked the broom to the ground. "Ah ha!" He shouted as he held the binder up high above his head, ready to strike down on the Frenchman's head. Francis quickly covered his head with his arms. He slightly swung down before a loud, booming voice made everyone jump, and some scream. "What is going on here!" The principle demanded as he stormed up to the students. The students creating the circle quickly scampered away, laughing as they ran outside. "Ah.." Arthur looked at the position that they were in. His hands were holding a binder, above Francis, who was cowering under him. They were both bloody and bruised.
The two were now sitting in detention, at separate ends of the room. Every now and then, a paper would fly across the room and hit the other. There were other people in the room. Arthur sneered when he noticed Alfred was there. They weren't on the best terms with each other.
Alfred sighed as he munched on his McDonald fries. "I don't see why eating is a problem." He muttered with his mouth full, he was given a detention for "Disrupting the class" by eating the whole time. He didn't even know it was possible to get a detention this early into school. But apparently so, there were five people there himself including. Alfred turned around, his blue gaze averted from person to person. "So what are y'all in for?" He asked as he shoved the rest of his fries in his mouth and grabbed his soda. "Hmph, stupid frog got me in here." Arthur said, crossing his arms. "The black sheep got me in here." Francis mocked but changed the words, Alfred laughed. "Ah remember that! That fight was great." He said, and looked at the others. "So how about the rest of you?"
"I'm here because I tried to steal teachers panda." Yao said, and smirked. He reached into one of his sleeves, and pulled out the small panda plushy. "Well, more like I stole it and wouldn't give it back." He finished, and replaced the bear back into his sleeves. "It's just too cute to sit on desk alone." He said as he smiled once more. "Dude...nice." Alfred raised an eyebrow. Getting a detention over a plushy? Well whatever floats his boat. Alfred thought as the then looked at the tall Russian sitting in the corner of the room. "Ay yo what about you bro?" He asked, Ivan opened his eyes and glanced at Alfred, a small smile tugged at his lips. "What about me?" He asked, his hands tangled themselves in his scarf. "How'd you get a detention?" Alfred asked, feeling uneasy talking to him.
The others felt it too.
"Oh, I here for bringing pipe to school." He simply said, Alfred widened his eyes, "Your what?" He stifled a laugh when he said the word what. Ivan pointed to the front of the class, to the teachers desk. "My pipe rests in desk." He said, Alfred looked over to the desk. There wasn't a teacher there. Which everyone was thankful for, the teacher had left ten minutes earlier. Alfred, being the daredevil he was, stood up and went over to the desk. "You touch pipe I break fingers." Ivan warned, Alfred just waved his hands up and down. "Yeah yeah dude relax I'm just gonna look at it." He said as the looked back at the desk. He looked almost everywhere. The drawers. the filing cabinet, even under the chair. "Idiot." Arthur sneered as he picked at his hair.
"Shut up dude I'm trying!" Alfred muttered as he then looked under the desk. He saw something metal and reached out to it. "Fingers~" Ivan sang, which caused Alfred to jump and to quickly retract his fingers from the metal object. "Yeah...right..." Alfred said, and quickly went back to his seat. After a long silence, Alfred turned around after the wheels finally started to turn in his head. "Wait wait wait, why the heck did you bring a pipe to school?" He asked. tilting his head. Ivan giggled and held up his index finger. "Well you never know who needs a visit from Mr. Pipe." He said, which made everyone in the room slowly lean back, and even move away a little. "Right." The American said as he slowly scotched his desk closer to the front of the room.
Another extremely long silence fell upon the room. The wheels once again turned. "Holy crap! Guys!" He quickly turned around, a wide grin on his face. His blue eyes sparkling with an idea. "What?" Yao said, his hands playing with the panda in his sleeves. Alfred started pointing at everyone. "You're Chinese, you're an idiot, you're Russian-" Arthur cut him off. "Hey! I'm not an idiot you ninny! I'm British!" He shouted, Alfred waved his hand. "Yeah yeah same thing, you're French...and I'm American. Right?" He asked, getting nods of agreement back. "Those are the Allies! That's so cool! You know like in World War whatever? The Allies!" Alfred shouted, Francis chuckled. "Oui, we are. aren't we?" He said as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Guys..what if we form an alliance like that!" Alfred shouted as he snatched his drink off the desk and took a long drink. Everyone looked at each other. "You want us...to form alliance?" Yao asked slowly, making sure that what he heard was right. "Yeah dude!" Alfred shouted through him drinking, so it sounded more like 'Mmm dmm!'. "Ugh, finish drinking then say something." Arthur made a disgusted face, and sighed when he didn't do what he said. After he finally put the drink down, he grinned widely. "We should totally do it! And have names!" He wiggled in his seat. "Does this mean we're friends?" Ivan asked, his childish face lit up when everyone agreed. "How about our names are after our countries?" Francis offered, and was hit in the back of the head with a wadded up paper. "You git, that sounds-" Arthur was cut off by Alfred screaming. "So cool! Alright Francy-pants you're France then!" The blond shouted, Francis chuckled once more.
"But of course, I am from the country of love and-" Arthur then cut him off. "Smelly people." Francis snapped his head to the back of the room. "Excuse me, France is the most-" Francis almost stood up, but Alfred talked over him. "What's your name!?" He shouted to Yao, who looked up and grinned. "Yao! I guess I'm China then?" He asked, tilting his head, making his long brown hair fall over his shoulder. "Hell yeah! And you're England!" Alfred said, pointing at Arthur, who just scoffed and leaned back in his chair. They had a long history together, so they already knew each other by name. "You're Russia." He pointed to Ivan, who just gave a small giggle. "My name is Ivan, but Russia sounds nice." He said, a dark aura surrounded him. Causing the other boys to jump, and once more move farther away. "Ah..yeah...And that leaves me! I'm the best country there is, America!" Alfred shouted as he shot out of his seat, and stood on his chair. He pointed his thumb at his chest. "I'm the hero country!" He shouted, and screamed when the door was slammed open.
"What's with all this noise!? Alfred F. Jones you get off that chair right now before I write you up for another detention!" The teacher shouted as he looked around the room. Arthur had leaned back forward in his chair and shoved his face in a book, Ivan was humming as he was making a sunflower out of paper, Yao was still playing with the panda, and Francis was playing with his hair. Alfred squealed as he turned around and slammed back into the chair, a loud crack and a scream echoed throughout the room. "I think I broke my tailbone!" The "Hero" shouted as he slid off the now cracked chair and onto the ground, holding his tailbone. The teacher face palmed.
"Wow, what a hero." Arthur said rolling his eyes.