"And that class is how you solve this function. Now let's graph it."
It was only twenty minutes into the period and Francis was utterly bored, not only was math a boring subject, but Arthur wasn't in his class. Without the hot-tempered man, there was no one to annoy. Fortunatly, Antonio and Gilbert were there with him, so at least he wasn't going to die of boredom anytime soon.
Looking across the room, he could tell he wasn't the only one uninterested. The bostrious American was failing at trying to balance a pencil on his upper lip, the Greek math genius was asleep, and the Polish student was playing with his skirt. Then he noticed his favorite classmate was surprisingly the only one really paying any attention.
"Yo! The awesome me is trying to get your attention!" whispered Gilbert snapping Francis out of his perverted thoughts.
Smirking, Francis pulled out a fresh piece of paper and scribbled something down in French. Folding the note in half, Francis wrote Mathieu's name in fancy lettering right on the middle of it.
"Gilbert!" Francis whispered. "Pass this to Mathieu."
"Who the fuck is that?" Gilbert asked. Surprised that Gilbert didn't know who the Canadian kid was, replied with a shocked look on his face.
"What do you mean 'Who's that'? Mathieu is the blond boy sitting next to his brother Alfred!" France replied barely above a whisper.
"Okay, okay lover boy." Gilbert took the note and passed it over to a kid named Kiku who passed it to Feliciano who happily passed it to Mathieu with a quiet "Ve~". Francis watched as Mathieu opened his note as secretly as possible, as not to have the teacher see, and scanned the elegantly written French with an ever increasing blush spreading across his face. Gilbert and Antonio watched Mathieu get redder and redder before he had excused himself to the restroom.
"Kesesese! What the hell did you write?" Gilbert snickered. Francis chuckled to himself before replying with "I was only trying to strike up a conversation with the boy~"
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When Mathieu returned from the bathroom, he took the note and wrote a reply back. He quietly asked Feliciano to pass it back to whomever he got it from. After the note passed Kiku, Francis read over the note before he found himself smirking. Picking up his pen, he wrote back, but signed his name at the end of the note this time. After receiving Francis' note, Mathieu just sat there. He couldn't believe the school's flirt was talking to him, in the language of love no less! He started to get butterflies in his stomach at the thought of Francis being somewhat interested in him.
After staring at the note for the longest, he looked across the room to see the man who made his knees go weak, looking at him. Francis gave a cute little wave to Mathieu, which ended up making him blush. Mathieu quickly looked back down at the note trying to contemplate just why Francis would try to talk to him. Looking back over at Francis he could see him chatting amongst his friends, when for a good five seconds, all three of them looked at him and snickered.
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So that's it. It's just was just someone they could make fun of. Turning around, he tried focusing back on the math problem in front of him, but he couldn't help shake the tugging feeling in his heart. After about ten minutes, Feliciano tapped Mathieu on the shoulder shoving another note at him.
What's wrong? :( I finally get your attention and you've already lost interest~ Do you have a free period next? I wanna show you something~ ;)
Holding back a blush, Mathieu replied with:
Uh yeah, I have a free period next.
It didn't take long for Francis to write back:
Bien, meet me after class~ Can't wait~ ;)
Anxiously waiting for the period to end, Mathieu tried to not think about Francis' intentions but alas he kept thinking about what he might want to show him.
Gathering his things after the bell rang, he felt a light squeeze to his butt. He turned around to find Francis there wearing a smirk "Ready Mathieu?" he purred. Mathieu tried to suppress a shiver but failed to as he was being dragged by Francis down the hall. They stopped behind a large stairway, which gave them immense privacy.
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Leaning in, Francis stared into Mathieu's violet eyes and whispered his name before he claimed the shy Canadian's lips. Mathieu was shocked at Francis' kiss at first, but soon gave into the kiss. Grazing his tongue against Mathieu's lip, Francis moved one of his hands to the small of Mathieu's back with the other holding himself up against the wall for support. Sensing Francis' desire to deepen the kiss, Mathieu granted the Frenchman's tongue entrance. Oh the things Francis's tongue could do! So skilled and so experienced, you'd think he's been practicing his whole life. At the thought of Francis perfecting his skill with many other people, Mathieu stopped their little makeout session.
"What is wrong Mathieu?" Francis said with a worried look on his face.
"Why?" Mathieu said trying to avoid looking at the other boy in the eye.
"Why what mon chaton?"
"Why me? I mean, you could have anyone you wanted...why choose me?"
Francis stared at him, trying to come up with a way to answer his question.
"Do you doubt-"
"I saw you..." Mathieu said looking down. "You along with Gilbert and Antonio. Snickering...was I some bet? Did they dare you to do this?"
"Mathieu, it's not what you think..."
Holding back tears, Mathieu gently pushed Francis off of him.
"I have to go, I just remembered my brother needed my help..." he said walking away and not looking back.
Francis stood there, shocked and almost heartbroken...you can't really lose what wasn't yours...
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He ended up dragging himself to the cafeteria where his two best friends were. He sat down with a thud and put his head down.
"Franey, what's wrong?" Antonio asked, for once sensing the mood.
"Did Mattie not like what you showed him? Kesesese." remarked Gilbert.
Putting his head up he began to explain what had happened until he spotted Mathieu sitting across the lunch room. Without a word to as why he was leaving his friends, he up and walked over to the table where Mathieu was sitting and grabbed the empty seat next to him and his brother.
Francis, unlike many others, never confused Mathieu with his brother and could defiantly remember who he was.
"Oi Frog, what do you think you're doing?" asked Arthur.
Francis forgot about one little thing: the overprotective Briton. Arthur was a close family friend of Mathieu and Alfred's. They'd often spend weekends, vacations and holidays together you name it. Francis, not a family friend of the brothers, was a family friend to the Kirklands. Arthur's older brother Ian and he were great friends, leading to Francis and the Kirkland brothers becoming fast family friends. Even though his family knew the Kirkland's very well, he never once mingled with Alfred and Mathieu's family.
"Uh, how'd you know?" Mathieu blushed.
He never knew Francis paid any attention when the teacher would praise his intelligence. It was the only time Mathieu had someone recognize him as someone other than his brother.
"How could I not? I always noticed your excellent grades on tests and homework." Francis smirked.
At the beginning of the school year, that's how he was able to really remember who he was. Eventually he started to notice the way his silky blond hair would frame his flawless face or the way he blushed whenever anyone noticed him as Mathieu. He soon realized the only way to make that adorable blush appear was to show him he was noticed. At first it was a simple smile in his direction which soon evolved to generously picking up his things when it fell and getting to see his cheeks flare up.
"Well that's fine and dandy Frog, but what the bloody hell are you doing here?" interrupted the annoyed Briton.
"I was wondering if Mathieu would be willing to help me for the upcoming math exam. Of course, I'd be willing to be his study buddy for the French quiz next week.~" explained Francis who wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the words "study buddy".
"Absolutely not! Matthew is much too busy afterschool! Right Matthew?" Arthur cut in.
"Mon aime, I am sure Mathieu here can speak for himself.~"
"Hell yeah he can!" piped up Alfred who had just finished his lunch.
"Sorry Francis, but Arthur is right." Mathieu said getting up to throw away his garbage with Francis following shortly behind.
"Mon cherie, what is the matter? So quick to agree with that eyebrows...do you really not want to spend time with me?" said Francis just a little worried Mathieu had already rejected him.
"Oh, so you don't need help in math?" Mathieu smirked sending shivers down Francis's spine.
Something about the way Mathieu smirked, excited Francis. He didn't know what it was whether it was a confident yet daring look or one that challenged him to go further. Either way he liked it, he was dying to know what other faces the younger blond could make that'd send his brain in the current frenzy it was in now.
"Ohonhon~ As much as I'd love to spend some time with you, in all honesty I do need someone to help me with the upcoming test."
"So flirting with me to get me to help you?" Mathieu said in all seriousness.
Before the older blond could deny the accusation, Arthur walked up to them and lightly pulled Mathieu away.
"Come on Matthew, lunch is over. No need to suffer around the Frog."
Another attempt to try and score even more time with Mathieu was foiled. He swears the eyebrows was born to cockblock...
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Not in the mood to rush to his next class, Francis trudged his way to Creative Writing. Despite taking his time, he walked into a nearly empty room. Looking around, he had first say in picking his seat. Spotting an empty desk scooted next to Mathieu's chosen desk, Francis walked over and sat down. The younger blond was startled by the movement next to him and looked over to see the Frenchman seated to his left.
"You know, I never got to dispel your accusation." purred Francis to the boy giving him the cold shoulder.
"I don't blame you for believing Arthur's warning..." Francis said to no one in particular.
"H-How'd you know-"
"Mon cherie, I grew up around the boy. And surely he'd know about my 'habits'." chuckled Francis.
"R-Really? I just thought...well..."
"Well what? You've peaked my interest~."
"Well the way he said it...it seemed like you were an ex of his." blushed Mathieu.
"Qu-Quoi? Despite what you've heard, I do have standards dear Mathieu."
He couldn't believe the boy thought he dated that...that tea bastard! The mere thought sent chills down his spine, and not the good kind. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Mathieu giggling.
"And what, may I ask, is so funny Mathieu?" Francis said with a smile appearing on his face.
"It's just that I shouldn't have assumed that! I mean, the way he's acted towards my brother since we were little, I was wrong to think that." Mathieu said inbetween giggles.
"Oi, he's acted this way around Alfred since you two were little?" inquired Francis.
"Y-You've noticed?" said Mathieu halting his growing laughter and blushing.
"Oui, everyone but Alfred."
"Yeah, Al's always been one to never sense the atmosphere. Anytime someone told him, he'd say 'What? I'm not an astronaut! Do I look like a weatherman?'"
"Well for one, you are much smarter than your brother and much more cute. I'll never know how people confuse you two. The both of you are quite opposites." Francis commented.
Turning to look at Mathieu, he could see his red face flare up. Before he could do anything, the bell rang and the teacher came through the door. Francis looked around the classroom to see it packed with class mates prepared to learn.
Throughout the period, Francis would sneak glances at Mathieu and at the times when he was caught, Mathieu would give a small smile before turning his attention back to the front of the classroom.
The class lesson was finished five minutes earlier than expected, which was the perfect moment for Francis to try and woo the Canadian.
"Mathieu, tell me. Are you honestly busy after school?"
"Uh well...not really. I mean if you call studying being busy, then yeah I'm busy...why?"
"I was wondering if you could go over some of math lessons we went over."
This was his chance with only three minutes left before they would go separate ways. He was truly hoping to show Mathieu he was not a player, and that his feelings for him were real.
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A/N: Ah! A cliffhanger! Just felt like cockblocking you from seeing what happens~
Okay not really. Just wanted to end it here since it's 90% of what I had planned for this fanfic. Next chapter might be the ending, rating might go up or maybe not~
Stay tuned to find out if Francis gets sexy times!~
(Comments, critiques and questions are very much welcomed! My last fanfic had some readers who felt the spacing could've been improved. Hope I fix that problem in this one!)