Dunya’s PoV~

I stood outside the school, examining the foreboding building. It was a large structure that rose high above my head up three stories. This was Gakuen Hetalia, the high school I had been wanting to be enrolled in since I first heard of it. I don’t know why but I had been instantly obsessed with the idea of standing in its halls. Was it because they were known for their international studies or the fantastic music program that had enchanted all who had heard it? Either way, I wanted to be here.

It was officially my first day here and I was stupidly smiling ear to ear. I was just so happy. And as I took my first step through its gate as a student, I told myself nothing could stop me.

But that was before I smacked my head on my inoperable locker for the umpteenth time within the twenty minutes I’ve been standing there.

"Stupid," I chanted as my head lifted and crashed to the metal surface once again. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Open. You. Stupid. Piece. Of. Junk." I stopped as my brain started throbbing in disapproval from the constant shaking. “Ow…" Rubbing my temples, I took a few steps away from the evil cage. I glared menacingly at the accursed metal casing that was denying me any deserved entry whatsoever.

I sighed to calm down a little. Maybe I was rushing it. For the last twenty minutes. I entered the combination once more, hoping for any change this time. “C’mon. C’mon." The final number was entered and I attempted the lock once more. No luck. “CURSE IT!"

I banged my head dramatically on the locker, sending my brain an unsatisfying bash. It replied with a groan of protest. “Why won’t this thing open?" I mumbled to myself.

I heard a couple of chuckles from behind me so it seemed my failed attempts have served as entertainment for those who had arrived a half hour early, such as myself. I groaned more when they started laughing harder from my earlier comment. My first day of school was already failing my expectations by the extreme.

"Hey, need some help?" A hand was suddenly on my shoulder. I lifted my head to make eye contact with a bright eyed blonde who was grinning at me. I would have thought he was a nerd due to his glasses but the football jacket he was wearing told me otherwise.

I smiled, relieved. “Yes, please." I gave him my locker combination and gave him my locker combination. He glanced down at it a couple times before inputting it himself.

While the guy was fiddling with my lock, I examined the rest of his attire. His football jacket seemed to belong to varsity members which would either mean he was a prodigy freshman or a talented upperclassman. The second seemed more plausible so he was definitely older than me. I averted my eyes downward to see he wore jeans and sneakers like me.

"Bingo." My eyes cast themselves upward to his face. He was concentrated on the locker and, after attempting to jiggle it, he pushed it up forcibly before pulling it downward. The lock gave way easily.

He smiled at me as I looked at him in awe. “Some of the locks at this school are strange. You got to push them up before pulling them down. Weird school, huh?" He started laughing gleefully. His laugh was manly and light hearted so I couldn’t help but giggle along.

After our little laughing session, he continued to smile at me. “You must be a freshman, right?"

I grin a little. “Yeah. " I started putting my books inside. “It’s actually my first time inside this school."

His eyes widened in surprise. “What? So you haven’t seen any of the football games here?"

I take out the books I need for the next two periods. “No, I haven’t. But I’m more interested in the music program."

As I closed my locker, an arm wrapped itself around my shoulders suddenly. “Listen, you should see one of my games! I’m quarter back for the varsity team and we’re currently undefeated."

"But football season hasn’t even started."

"I mean ever since I joined the football team we’ve been undefeated." He jumped back suddenly, throwing his arms in the air and pulling his head back. “Three years straight!" He cupped his mouth and shouted out to a group of football players down the hall. “WHAT TEAM?"

"WILDCATS!" They yelled back. The hall was filled a series of whoops and cheers until a teacher shooed the football players elsewhere.

I couldn’t help but laugh at this guys antics. “So you’re a senior?" I say between chuckles. He nodded enthusiastically. “Haha, then I’ll be sure to see one of your games."

My shoulders were once again in his arm. “That’s great! Team spirit is the best!"

The bell suddenly rang for first period and I shot the excited blonde a smile. “I got to go to first period now." I gently removed his arm. The hall was suddenly filling with other students hurrying to their classes. I definitely didn’t want to be caught in the crowd. “Thanks again! See you around!" I made my way towards the crowd.

America’s PoV~ There was no way I could lose that cool freshman now! It was rare that a girl wasn’t trying to flirt with me let alone someone who was genuinely laughing at my jokes. “Hey wait!" I called out as she was about to enter the crowd. “What’s your name?"

The noise in hall was so loud that I highly doubted that she heard me. But just as I was about to lose hope, she turned around and gave me a smile. “Dunya. My name’s Dunya." With that she melted into the tide of students.

I grinned and leaned against her locker. “Dunya, huh." I couldn’t help but smile at that name. It was just so… Nice.

"Hey, go to class, air head!"

Dunya’s PoV~ My first period was coincidentally study hall. It was supposed to be French class but the teacher had called in sick and a substitute couldn’t be found in time. So the principal released the class into the library and told the students to stay put.

"Read something. Enlighten yourselves. And don’t annoy the librarian because he can tie your body in knots before you realize what you did wrong." was the exact phrase he said before he turned around and headed for his office hurriedly. I bet everyone was thinking the same thing: he spoke from experience.

I made my way around the library, thinking of any possible books I could be reading. None came to mind and my next period was math but there was no way I was reading my math book. However, I did leave my piano sheets in my backpack.

I walked over to a group of tables on the far side of the library and took a seat at the one closest to the window. It was a nice day with a cool breeze and the leaves outside were turning from a vibrant green to a shade of autumn orange and red. The view was very relaxing, perfect for practicing my fingering.

Using my books from my backpack, I made a small stand for my piano notes and positioned my hands on the table as if I were at an actual piano. I imagined myself at home, right next to the window to my backyard. My backpack on the couch behind me and the quiet home anxiously awaiting my piece. Glancing at my notes, I began tapping my fingers on the keys, hearing the soft music weaving into the air like butterflies on a warm summer afternoon.

The notes fell in rhythm with the leaf fall outside and the wind gently played along by pushing the door chimes in a light hearted tune. Yes, this was my world. My quiet little world with music playing perfectly and no one stopping me.

"Excuse me, but could you stop that bloody tapping."

I snapped out of my imaginary world, remembering I was at school, not my home. Looking up, I realized the retort had come from the table across from mine. A boy with emerald green eyes and bushy eyebrows was staring menacingly at me. His blonde hair was tossed about messily from what I think might have been repeated ruffling. I grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry about that," I said back. He shook his head angrily.

"Just bloody stop. I’m already having enough bloody trouble from this class. Why of all the bloody languages I could have chosen I chose that bloody frog’s language?"

I blushed slightly from his British accent but luckily he was looking down at the pile of papers in front of him. Did I even notice he was there earlier? I headed here without thinking. My mind started thinking about the librarian. Oh god I hope HE didn’t hear me.

I started shoving my books back into my bag but a gust of wind suddenly blew my piano sheets all over the floor. “Oh great," I muttered. With my books in my bag, I started gathering my papers. I gathered a couple before noticing the boy from before was helping me out. He grumbled while he did it but he was helping.

"No, you don’t have to help me out-"

"Oh just let me bloody help you. I need some rest from my work anyway."

I smiled a little and together we gathered the papers quickly. He handed me over his pile with his head turned to the side. “Here. I didn’t want to help you. I did it so you could stop being so bloody bothersome." I took the papers, hoping he wouldn’t see me blush.

"Thanks." We had ended up closer to his table while gathering the piano sheets. My eyes wandered over to his papers curiously. “Maybe I could help you with your work?"

He blushed furiously. “W-Why would I need your help? It’s not like you know French."

I grinned sheepishly. “Haha, actually I’m fluent."

His eyebrows furrowed together like two caterpillars kissing. “Then why are you in a beginners class?" As my eyes widened in surprise, he sighed. “As student body president, it’s obvious I should know that a freshman French class would be in the library today. The principal told me to keep an eye on all of you but I knew the librarian could handle it."

My eyes widened even more. “You’re student body president?"

He grinned proudly."Yes, that I am, poppet. My name is Arthur Kirkland, proud British gentleman through and through."

I really didn’t think proud and gentleman go in the same sentence… Of course I didn’t say it out loud. “Wow. Wait, since your president, you’re a-"

"A senior, yes. I’ve poured my heart and soul into my work here. Not that it was hard to do." He then glared angrily at his papers. “Which is why this bloody French work is getting me so worked up."

I walked over to the papers and glanced at the problems. “I could help you out."

Arthur blushed. “I-I don’t need your-"

I smiled up at him, making him stop mid-sentence. “You helped me so I should help you."

He blushed and turned away. By the way he was acting, I was expecting him to say no. Instead, he sat down and pulled out the chair next to him. Arthur refused to make eye contact with me. “Fine. But only because you insisted."

I smiled and we worked for the rest of the period. Arthur was really good at French but he kept getting off topic, ranting on and on about “that bloody frog". I chuckled at some of his comments but we were able to finish the work.

"And that bloody frog kept insulting my cooking which I don’t find the slightest error in-"

The bell for the next period interrupted him mid-rant. He looked up on the clock wall. “Oh, it looks like its next period." Arthur turned to me, a smile of his face. “Thank you." He suddenly blushed and turned away. “Y-Your help is much appreciated even though I didn’t need it."

I grinned and pat him on the back. “No problem. Later." I picked up my bag and made my way out.

England’s PoV~ Oh bloody hell, I was blushing again. My people skills were never very good so I always wondered how I ended up as Student Body President. It was rare that people did talk to me so when this girl did…

It wasn’t until she started leaving that I realized I needed to know her name. “W-Wait!"

She turned around and sent a smile my way. “I got to go. See you later?" I nodded dumbly as she left.

I didn’t even know her name! God, what a stupid wanker I was. I sighed as I got my things and made my way to my next class. Maybe I’d see her again.

-Time Skip to Lunch (Sponsored by an awesome Prussian and a pan-wielding Hungarian)-

America’s PoV~ I was so starved for lunch. I bought a bunch of hamburgers from the cafeteria and two soda cans, coke of course. Once I got all of it, I made my way to the table with my friends from difference grades. It was kind of crowded but it’s been this way over the years. I sat right next to Kiku, wrapping my arm around his shoulders.

"Arfred-san, courd you prease take off your arm."

"Haha, sorry dude. I thought you’d be over the touching thing by senior year." I removed my arm as a courtesy to Kiku and began digging in. The conversation continued and I listened while eating all my burgers.

"So, Ludwig-san, I’ve heard from your brother that you’ve taken in Fericiano as your Senpai."

The muscular blonde nodded. “Ja, I think someone has to keep an eye on him. Even if I’m still a freshman, ve know each other vell enough. "

The Italian wrapped his arms around Ludwig. “Ah, Luddy~ Don’t be so mean~ Besides, I’m a not the only Senpai."

Kiku turned his head curiously to Feliciano. “Oh? Who erse?"

Francis chuckled a little. “Mon ami, I ‘ave taken in a follower myself. ‘Er name is Michelle. She is quite an adorable freshman and is pleased to be under my wing."

We all groaned. Sometimes Francis got a little carried away.

Yao jumped in. “I have news, aru! I took on a bright young man called Li Xiao Chun! He’s so talented so I bet you’re all jealous, aru. Today is my lucky day!"

Kiku sighed. “I became the Senpai of a free spirited freshman. He seems obsessed with meeting you, Yao."

Yao suddenly stood up, almost flipping the table. “Does he go ‘da~ze’ and take credit for other people’s work?" Kiku nodded dutifully. “AIYAH! IT’S IM YONG SOO! I DIDN’T KNOW HE CAME TO THIS SCHOOL!"

"ANIKI!!!!" The call came from the food court where an eccentric guy was waving his hands around wildly. “BE MY SENPAI!!! NOTICE ME!!!" Yao was a blue streak as he ran out of the cafeteria. “ANIKI, COME BACK!!!" Im Yong Soo dashed after him. I couldn’t help but whistle.

"If our freshman football team could hustle like that, they’d be as undefeated as the varsity team."

"No one cares about your bloody football teams. All they do is run around bashing each other’s brains in, lowering their already minuscule IQ." We all knew it was Arthur. Ludwig scooted over and the Brit climbed next to him. Luckily for all of us, he had bought lunch today. Arthur glared at Francis. “Frog."

Francis glared back at him. “Black sheep of Europe."

Arthur suddenly stood up. “What did you say, you bloody wanker!"

"I don’t zink zat was a question."

Kiku stood up, putting his hands up. “Prease, carm down. This is onry the first day at schoor and your are arready fighting."

The Brit sat down, grumbling. “Fine. For first day’s sake. What are we bloody talking about anyway?"

A dark aura suddenly fell on the table. “I believe we were all talking about Senpais."

Feliciano hid behind Ludwig and Kiku glared menacingly at the tall figure that had appeared out of nowhere. Arthur and France were shaking and slowly sinking underneath the table. I chuckled angrily. He and I didn’t get along with each other very well.

"Hey, Ivan," I said challengingly. “Did you become a Senpai?"

Ivan is usually all smiles and cute little chuckles. Which is why when he suddenly acted scared, we were all surprised and frightened. “D-da. I-I became a Senpai." He sank down to hide under the table. “P-Please don’t let her know I’m here."

We were all really frightened at that point. What freshman could scare the horrifying Ivan?

Kiku coughed, trying to calm down our worries. “A-Arthur-san, did you become a Senpai today?"

He frowned. “N-No, but I got a freshman who seems like she may want me to be."

I laughed. “She? Dude, a girl wouldn’t want you to be her Senpai. You’re lying your pants off."

He glared at me. “It’s not like you are a Senpai."

I cocked a grin. “I so am. There’s this one girl who laughed at all my jokes. I was helping her out with her locker so of course she sees me as her hero." Arthur chuckled back at me and I frowned. “What?"

"A girl who genuinely laughs at your jokes? Well, my girl is rational despite being fluent in French."

"Ohonhonhon, ‘as Arthur been swept into a loving-"

"Quiet, frog, it’s not like that!"

I laughed at the both of them. “Then what’s her name?"

Arthur frowned and blushed. “Her name is… Well… I didn’t bloody ask her ok!"

Francis and I laughed at him. “See! You made her up! Like your other imaginary friends!"

Arthur growled at me. “Well, what’s your girl’s name?"

I grinned. “Dunya. She is awesome and cool and into the music program and she’s going to all my football games."

He raised his extremely exaggerated eyebrow. “Music? Did she by any chance mention piano?"

"No. Why?"

"Alfred, what I’m trying to say is-"

My eye caught on to a familiar figure weaving through the crowd at the food court. I stood up and shouted to her from our table. “HEY DUNYA, OVER HERE!!!"

Dunya’s PoV~

I had just paid for my food when a loud, familiar voice called out to me. I turned around and searched for a familiar blonde. He sat a little ways a way from the chaos and I weaved through the crowd towards him. I still haven’t caught his name yet, which was kind of a fail on my part for not asking.

The jock came out from his table and… Kind of sauntered over to me. I giggled. “What the heck are you doing?"

"What? I can’t walk over to a good friend of mine without being questioned?" I continued to giggle as I followed him back to his table. “Anyways, here are my friends. Ludwig over there is a freshman, like you."

I waved my hand at him, trying to be friendly. As my eyes go over the whole group, I come across a pair of familiar green eyes.

"Hi, Arthur!"

The Brit suddenly jumped up and smacked his hands on the table. “I told you I didn’t make her up!"

The jock looked from him to me suddenly. “Wait, so you know Artie?"

"Of course she bloody knows me, she just said my name!"

"Well, excuuuuuuuse me, Mr. Cranky-Pants."

"Stop mentioning my pants!"

"Arthur-san, he means trousers."

"I know bloody well what he means, Kiku."

Arthur and the jock started arguing about something or another and I just shrugged and sat down next to a quiet guy who seemed to be Kiku. “Are they always this loud?"

He sighed. “Hai."

An arm suddenly snaked its way around my waist and I came face to face with a guy with long blonde hair and a bit of a stubble on his chin.

"Why, ‘ello zere, mon cherie. Are you the little French prodigy I’ve been ‘earing about?"

I pushed him away and nodded. “Oui. Et vous êtes?(1)"

He grinned at me. “Francis. Francis Bonnefoy. C’est un plaisir de faire votre connaissance.(2)" Francis kissed my hand.

I sighed. This must have been that frog Arthur was talking about. “S’il vous plaît, pourriez-vous vous retirer de ma personne?(3)"

Francis seemed quite surprised but did as I asked. At least he was courteous and stopped. He seated himself next to me but a little too close for comfort. I sighed and turned my attention to the two brawling blondes.

"She’s mine!"

"No way, you wanker, she’s mine!"

I blinked in confusion before tapping Kiku on the shoulder. He seem to recoil at my touch. “Ah, sorry. But who are they fighting over?"

He looked surprised. “They’re fighting over who gets to be your Senpai. Weren’t you ristening?"

I stared at him and the fighting boys. “What’s a Senpai?"

Kiku scratched his head. “Ah, it seems you aren’t famiriar with Japanese terminoroy. Senpai is a phrase you use for those you respect highry and those you want to have the attention of."

"When did this get assumed?" I asked.

"Arfred-san mentioned you and said he rearry riked you. Arthur-san said the same. You’ve reft quite an impression on them."

My eyes widened and suddenly two hands were on my shoulders. I turned to be face to face to Arthur and Alfred, which seemed to be the jock’s name.

"Well, Dunya. Who is it going to be?"

"Yes, poppet. Who is going to be your Senpai?"

"I-I, well…"

Oh God, how did this happen?

(I had to improvise with some of the info about Dunya. This was quite a fun topic to write about. I hope you like it, Senpai! -Arabia Knight)

-Translation- (1) Yes. And you are? (2) It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. (3) Please, could you remove yourself from my person?

First review from this blog in a few months!  I believe this was submitted as a 'good' reader insert, so I'll take a look and see what I think!

First impression?  Hey, for once I see decent formatting and spacing.  This is promising!  As for the title, I'm sensing a drunk!England fic coming on.  This has been done a LOT, so I'm hoping that the author here has taken a new approach.  (But wow, MALE reader?  This is something I haven't seen before!)

Story under the cut!

SO WHO WANTS TO READ MY FANFICTION?

i'm really happy with it

A figure of messed up sunshine blond hair stood at the edge of a cemetery gripping a bouquet of roses. His emerald green eyes were swarming with memories of the past. The air was crisp carrying the scent of a possible snowstorm. It was late fall so all the graves were covered with leaves from the oak and walnut trees that were planted around the perimeter of the area. The leave crinkled under the male's feet as he made his way across the area with a clear destination in his mind.

As he arrived at his destination, a soft sad smile played across Arthur's face. "Hello _____, I decided to stop by before I left for the world meeting. It's taking place in Alfred's land this time. A bit Ironic isn't it." he said placing the roses on the top of the grave. His now empty hand made it's way into his golden locks as he tried to think of something to say. It wasn't that the Englishman was at a lost of word. Quite the opposite in fact he had so much he wanted to say but how. No not just how, why and what as well. He was so uncertain of how to say what he wanted. 

"Love, your... our daughter, is growing up beautifully. I'm just sorry I wasn't there." He could feel the tears starting to make their way down his cheeks. It was that moment that his knees buckled under him causing him to kneel in the grass that someone who was very dear to him laid under. It was his fault no  matter how he looked at it. No matter what anyone said. He could see it as clearly as if it were just happening, much like he could with when Alfred left him.

---------- flash back---------------

You smiled a bit from your hospital bed as you looked at the man you loved more you ever would've thought possible holding your daughter. She and you would be heading home in a few hours however Arthur would be leaving sooner and not around for at least the next few days. The blonde man smiled at your child then turned his attention to you. "I'm sorry, love, but If I'm to make it on time I've got to leave now." he said before pressing his lips to both your and your daughter's head. 

<b><i>With you</i></b>

two hours later a nurse came in to begin the process of being released to your sister, who was taking you home. Once all that was completed they helped you get in the car along with (daughter's name) and you started on your way home. Halfway home everything went south. Your sister, Danielle, had just pulled into an intersection with the right of way when another car came barreling towards your car. Instinctively, you threw yourself between the oncoming car and your child. A sharp pain then nothing only the faint sound of sirens and they were fading. 

<b><i>With Arthur</i></b>

Arthur was sitting on his plane that had just taken off when one of his assistants approached him. "Excuse me sir, there's a phone call from a lady named, Danielle. She says it's urgent." He nodded before setting his tea down and heading to where he could take the phone call. 

"Hello, this is Arthur Kirkland." he said into the phone to indicate that he had picked up.

"Arthur, I have terrible news, ____ and I were in an accident. And..." her voice began to crack and trail off.

"Are you all ok?" the man asked trying to get the lady on the other end to respond. Even though he asked in the pit of his stomach he already knew the answer. He was just hoping it was wrong. Sure he knew eventually he would have to deal with this but he had never thought it would be this soon.

"I am, and so is (daughter's name) but... _____.... she, she may n-not make it." It was obvious to the male that Danielle was barely holding herself together. As the news he heard finally processed, his phone slipped out of his hand.

He quickly scrabbled for the phone and picked it up. "I'll be there as soon as I can." the blonde's voice was surprisingly steady "for now I will have to hang up." a brief good bye from the other end came and he hung up.

A couple of quick breaths left Arthur's lips as he tried to gather himself. His hands quickly moved across the number pad as he dialed Alfred's phone. He couldn't exactly not just show up for the meeting.

"Alfred, it's Arthur." he said trying to keep his voice from shaking, "I'm sorry to call so suddenly but..." He trailed off as his voice began to shake almost unintelligibly.

He could just picture's the American's expression with the response. "Dude, what's wrong? Your voice is shaking." Arthur didn't want to worry his former charge but he was having trouble keeping himself together.

"I won't be able to make the meeting. I'm afraid that..." he trailed off again to try and prevent himself from breaking down. The man had expected it to be a lot easier to call that he wouldn't be able to make it. It wasn't exactly like he would call an absence often.

"I'm afraid that _____ is in trouble... and... and I want to be there for here." his voice cracked this time as he tried to finish his final sentence. The silence on the line was deafening as his conversation partner seemed to process the information.

"I see. I'm sorry. I think everyone will understand." the response was calm, sorrowful and almost inaudible as if the normally obnoxious American seemed to, for once in his life, put all the pieces together. Truthfully this didn't surprise Arthur much, he knew for a fact that most of the other countries also liked you. The conversation ended shortly after that and The English gentlemen returned to the front of his plane.

"Dianna, please tell the Pilot to turn the plan around. There seems to be a change of plans and we must return to England." he directed his assistant as he picked up his tea. His hand was shaking so the drink seemed to not want to stay in it's cup. A soft sigh left his lips as he placed it back down. If only he had been the one to take you home .

-------- end flashback---------

Arthur was clearing off the leaves from around the grave as he thought of that day. "If I could go back, I would be the one to take you home. Maybe then you would've survived." he sighed, "I wish I could do something to bring you back. Immortality isn't fun when you see the most important people to you leave you." The sound of some more feet crunching over the leaves reached his ears.

He turned his green eyes from the tombstone towards the oncoming figures. One was a young girl with (h/c) hair pulled up in a pair of pigtail she appeared to be about 5. The other was another male with shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes. He smiled as the girl started running towards him. 

"Dad, Uncle Francis was showing me some pictures from when you guys were younger." she giggled as she started clinging to Arthur. He quickly wiped the tears off his face so he didn't have to explain why he was crying.

The man had finally arrived. "mon ami, She wouldn't like to see you sad like zis. _____ would 'ave wanted you to live your life, non?" The Frenchman said as he spotted his old friend and rival's expression. It was clear to him that the Englishman had been crying.

Arthur shot a half-hearted glare towards Francis. "I am well aware of that you bloody frog." He stood up and brushed the leaves off his pants. Once he was satisfied he grabbed his daughter's hand. "come on it's best we be off soon."