Hetalia High!!

[Alfred F. Jones]

(Yay!~ And, I like to read too... A lot... But I don't drink much tea besides in the morning and I am actually a pretty big loner most of the time when I'm not with my friends... I feel so awkward all the time. xP)

France seemed to be trying quite hard to get the flaming in his cheeks to leave, and he refused to look at England in that time frame. He knew that it was rude, but to be honest it was better this way for both of them if he gained control over himself again. Finally looking back at Arthur when he decided he was comfortable, he noticed that the other seemed quite pleased with himself, and proud of the results he had created in the Frenchman. However, he told himself to ignore it and deliberately brush off the Briton's snicker. He had at least a little more self-control than England, at least, so he wouldn't go off on him. At least, not in front of a girl; he wouldn't just lose his gentlemanliness so quickly just because of England's smirk, which he wanted to wipe off Arthur's face, but he realized that there wasn't much he could do about it.

[Arthur Κirkland]

((Dude, you're like my internet sister xD But yeah, I'm like that; I'm pretty much a loner except for when I'm with people I know well ^^' I've been working on it, though =3=))

England noted how France was determined not to look at him, nor speak to him. It was ironic, since only moments ago, he was telling Arthur to meet his gaze. "Now who's avoiding who they're talking to?~" He teased the Frenchman, a smug smile laid out oh so casually on his face. "You're not even talking to me..." He noted, acting almost hurt, though it was quite the contrary-- this was fun. "Chat a obtenu votre langue?" He questioned, huffing a soft laugh before glancinng over at Dakota, wearing a much more genuinely friendly smile. "It's nice to meet you, Dakota~ I'm The United Kingdoms of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, but you can call me England, or Arthur if you'd like." He greeted. Now was a better time than never, right?

[+Reckless+]

(huh...interesting. Sicily you lucky boy XD)


Prussia's grin widened as the torch blew out. He could hear the skittering of tiny claws on stone, definatly a rat. As Sicily commented on the small rodent, he nodded. "yeah, pretty neat." he continued down the darkening passage, more and more flames being extinguished on their way down. He felt as if he was entering a magic tomb, where just about anything could pop out at them.

[Alfred F. Jones]

(Whoo, Internet sisters! （＾∇＾）Yeah... I also get really annoyed when people start talking in class, and once when I went off on them they stared at me like I stabbed someone in the face... ._. I have kind of a reputation of being quiet, which automatically makes me the teachers' pet. =3= Yay, I guess.)

France felt a rather unamused expression fall on his face, and his eyebrow twitched in irritation. "That's different," he claimed, although he knew very well that it wasn't. "I am talking to you! I was just trying to think of something to say," he added; another complete lie. He suddenly realized this must be how England felt when he taunted him, and that this was definitely a form of revenge. "N-non! Non, il n'a pas!" he countered, more red on his cheeks again, though this time it could be from either frustration or embarrassment. He watched England introduce himself, and he scowled a little; he truly was just rubbing everything in his face in France's eyes, but for all he knew Arthur was just being friendly. England was never friendly with France, not truly, so he supposed he wouldn't really know about that, now would he?

[Arthur Κirkland]

((Pfft- I'm a bit of a talker (with my friends) so I talk in class sometime xP But most of the time I'm good, soo... Yeah e w e))

Arthur raised a brow at France's claim, absolutely false. How was what he was doing any different from his own actions in prior conversation? "Is it? I don't believe so~" He chimed, reaching up to poke the Frenchman's nose. He had to admit this was pretty fun, for once being the one teasing, and not the one teased. Maybe this is why Francis likes to so much... He thought, then laughed a little. "Oh really now? Well have you thought of something? It's been an awefully long time, and you're still not looking at me." He noted, a smirk once more finding it's way onto his face. "Peut-être que c'est je qui l'a a it, alors~" He mused, chuckling a bit at the Frenchman's expense. He'd even caused him to blush-- a lot. That was difficult, and he'd managed to do it. He also noticed how irritated the other looked as he'd so happily greeted this stranger; was he frustrated, or perhaps... Jealous? "Hm, your face looks different when it's all flushed like that... Mignon~" He couldn't help but add in that last word, as France's reactions really were worth it-- and in front of this girl, too.

[Alfred F. Jones]

(Heh... I swear, the school board hates me. I have absolutely no classes with any of my friends. =3= I don't even have the same lunch as most of them... But luckily I'm not a complete loner at lunch. xDDD I've made a few buddies in P.E., though. ^^ That's really the only class I talk/am allowed to talk in.)

Francis brushed Arthur's hand away from his nose, sighing. "So what if it is or if it isn't? It doesn't matter," he mumbled sourly, feeling quite absurd now that England had turned the tables on him. "Tais-toi!" he hissed, then hummed, a smile beginning to appear on his face. "Vous souhaitez que vous ayez eu mon langue, correcte?" he asked, now smirking. However, that didn't really last long since before long, England had teased him about being.. cute? That certainly made his cheeks seem to fire up again, and he pouted a little. "Je ne suis pas mignon; vous êtes mignon," he retorted.

(... xD Hehe... Before we know it we'll be writing the paragraphs in French... And I'll just be using translating stuffs because I'm not taking French yet. xP)

[Arachnomania]

Dakota looked from France to England.

[Arthur Κirkland]

((Awwww O A O School boards can suck like that... But wow, sheesh... I couldn't handle not talking for that long xP And especially not having any friends in the same classes as I am o n o))

"Well it matters to me. And since I'm the one you're talking to, I feel that might be a little important." Arthur replied casually, still feeling that he had the upper hand in all this. "You almost sound like me," He added with a snicker; he never thought he'd see a role reversal like what was going on now, but apparently he'd caught the Frenchman off gaurd and it had progressed from there-- to his great satisfaction. Blinking at France's next response, he shrugged. "Je suis heureux avec mon anglais, merci." He replied, then smiled a little. "Mais c'est amusant à utiliser français à nouveau;J'étais inquiet, je devenais un peu rouillé~" He admitted, thought it was obvious by how well he pronounced each word that he was far from rusty. Further into the conversation, the Briton smirked yet again. "Tu es le une bouder~Afin que vous rend mignon," He nearly purred, really playing up the natural roll of the foreign language.

((Hehe, IKR? e w e I love French~ *Is taking French*))

[Alfred F. Jones]

(Yeah... =3= It's been like that since 6th Grade. D:< Seriously, what the hell! But, eh... I'm used to not talking... And the occasional talking with the guys who try to talk to me. xP)

France sighed softly, smiling faintly at the other. "My, you're just thouroughly enjoying this, aren't you?" he mused, having now calmed himself down. He wasn't about to let England continue to gain the upper hand, and so he'd give the other his normal suave replies and play along. "Ah, n'est pas c'à ce que je me référais. I meant tongue, not language, mon petit minou," he teased, lightly. "It might appear that you've already become slightly rusty already, Angleterre," he mused, now smirking just a tad; after all, the Brit had failed to understand him a moment ago. However, his pronounciation and general understanding was actually very impressive. However, the other's obviously very pleased words caused him to sigh a bit. "Mais non... Tu êtes plus mignon que je suis," he told him, winking at the Englishman.

(Hehe... French sounds pretty. xP *Derp*

[Arthur Κirkland]

((Ouch, bad luck... You go to a really big school though, don't you? That could explain it xP Lol... Oh guys xD))

England was a little caught off gaurd at the sudden change of France's expression; how had he become so calm in a matter of moments? One second he was pouting, the next smiling. However, that told him he may have just lost his advantage. If Francis was to act like himself again, he truly was no match in the little game he'd found himself involved in. "Of course I am... Seeing you blush like that isn't common." He answered truthfully, though kept a cautious persona, as if the other was about to do something. It was then that Francis called him out on his mistake, drawing the blood back to his face to produce that light, rosey blush. "O-oh... W-well I don't want that either!" He hurried to respond, embarrassed for both his mistake in understanding, and the content of their conversation. "You pervert... And when did I say you can call me 'kitty'? Where the hell'd that come from?" He questioned, looking at the Frenchman with slightly narrowed eyes, as if he suspected him of murder or something. Well, that was until he listened to Francis speak again, and noted the wink with even hotter cheeks. "Tu êtes menteur..." He mumbled, looking away at last-- it seemed his fun was over.

((Ikr? e w e))