Hey Class President (A USUK Hetalia Fanfiction)

Chapter Two: Fighting Against Your Own Mind

{Arthur's POV}

A few days had passed since my little accident. And this Alfred guy won't leave me alone! He walks me to class, walks me home, even forces me to go to some of his class president meetings after school. I get the fact that he did witness me attempting to take my own life....But he doesn't have to baby me. He doesn't even know me....

Then again...I....Don't really mind him watching after me. There is just something about him that draws me towards him....

Was it his gorgeous blue eyes? Or the way his glasses perfectly shaped his pale face-

I frowned, mentally slapping myself out of these thought. How can I think these things! He's a guy, I'm a guy. And I would just end up hurt-

But those eyes....

"Snap out if it Arthur!" I yelled at myself, earning a few looks from a couple of passing pedestrians.

Great, just how I wanted to start my day....

Sighing, I stepped into the schoolyard, avoiding the world around me, hanging my head and clutching my biology textbook to my chest. One headphone in and the other dangling beside me. 

"Yo, Arthur! Dude! Wait up!" A newly familiar voice chimed from behind. 

Dammit. Not this kid again....

The young American ran up to me, wrapping a strong arm loosely around my shoulders, earning a blush from me.

Wait....

Why was I blushing!?

"Uh Alfred, I uh...really have somewhere I need to be...I uh have a test....I.....um....catch you later. Ok?" I quickly started to walk away, not looking back at the pouting boy behind me.

"Wait! Let me walk you!" He frowned, fallowing after me, grabbing my hand.

My face flushed red at the contact. Quickly, I pulled away, giving him a strange look, "Don't you have a meeting or something you have to be at!? Get lost!"

"A-Arthur...."

"Go!" I scowled, running off.

Luckily, he didn't fallow me....

{ Alfred's POV }

I frowned as Arthur ran off. What happened? Did I do something wrong? I'm just looking out for the guy. I mean, that is my job, after all. 

These thoughts raced through my head as I collected myself from the shock of Arthur snapping at me like that. Sure, I barely know the guy, but still! There was no reason to snap like that! He looked as if he needed a shoulder to lean on. Why won't he let me be that shoulder...? Its not like I'm going to hurt him or anything....

"He's too cute to hurt..." I mumbled under my breath before my eyes widened, realizing what I had just said.

Woah woah! Where did that come from!? Did I seriously just call this dude cute?!

I stopped for a minute, imagining the British boy as if he was standing right before me. 

His blonde hair fell perfectly onto his pale face, matching his deep, green orbs of eyes. The way he always wore baggy shirts to try and cover himself up was also a bit cute-OH GOD ALFRED STOP THINKING THESE THOUGHTS!

I sighed, "Oh Arthur.....what are you doing to me....?"

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