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Summary: AU, In a mix-up, Matthew Williams accidentally sends a love letter to his hot new teacher, Alfred Jones. Teacher-student relationships may be forbidden, but Alfred was never one to listen to the rules.

Teacher!Alfred x Student!Matthew (mentions of one-sided Matthew x Katyusha and Gilbert x Matthew)

A/N: A series of inter-connected one-shots/drabbles

"You're really going to do it?" Gilbert Beilschmidt snickered, his red eyes looking teasingly to his shy friend, who just so happened to be blushing adorably, "You really are a pansy, aren't you?"

"S-shut up!" Matthew Williams flustered, tucking the note underneath his other schoolwork and trying to keep quiet at the same time so they wouldn't catch the new teacher's attention. The last thing he wanted was to get on this teacher's bad side (though, that seemed impossible just by the teacher's behaviour already shown), "I.... I just can't admit it face-to-face to Katyusha." The Canadian muttered, blushing deeply as he hide his face with his uniform jacket.

Gilbert snorted, snickering wildly and not even bothering to keep it quiet. Why bother when all the girls in the class were currently squealing over Mr. Jones anyway? And it wasn't like Mr. Jones was really doing anything about it either (he seemed to be actually texting to somebody while letting the class get to their assigned work), "Never knew you were into older women," The Prussian smirked, knowing that Katyusha was a full two grades above them and Matthew moaned into his arms, obviously embarrassed, "Better watch out for Braginski. I don't really think that he'll be amused that you're hot for his sister. Oh, and that crazy knife-wielding chick, too! What the hell's her name again?!"

"Don't remind me," Matthew groaned miserably, sighing sadly as he glanced down at the crumpled piece of paper, not believing that he had actually wrote it. It certainly was the last time he would ever listen to the French teacher's advice; a love letter didn't seem as romantic as it did cheesy, "Ivan would kill me if he ever found out," The Canadian shuddered, wondering why high school had to so damn hard, "And her name is Natalya." He added.

"And just think of your mom when she finds out about this!" Gilbert cackled, "She'd be all over you, pestering for all the details!" The Prussian snickered again while Matthew glared at his friend suspiciously. If his French mother, Marianne, ever found out about his little crush, then his life would probably end as he knew it.

"You better not tell her," Matthew hissed, "Or I'll never share my maple syrup with you again!" The Canadian boy muttered passive-aggressively, grinning a bit when Gilbert glared at him seriously.

"You wouldn't! Who wouldn't share with Awesome me?" The albino almost rolled his eyes, seeing that Matthew was deadly serious. God only knew he couldn't last a few days without that addicting maple syrup. Damn Matthew for introducing him to that stuff; it was almost like crack to him, "Fine, I won't tell your Muti, then." Gilbert snorted, letting the subject go for now.

Matthew sighed in relief, content with the knowledge that his mother wouldn't find out about his infatuation with Katyusha Braginskaya. Knowing her, he would be forced to confess to her face-to-face if she ever found out. He jumped visibly when the bell rang, startling him badly.

"All right, everyone! Hand in your work!" Mr. Jones finally managed to pry himself away from his cell phone and glanced up at his class with a bright smile, causing the girls to squeal quietly, "And if you're not finished it, then do it for homework!" Mr. Jones then sat back down, shuffling through his papers on his desk and eagerly talking to his students as they passed.

"Damn, I can already tell he's gonna be an annoying one," Gilbert rolled his red eyes at Mr. Jones, not liking his all-too bright personality, "Well, c'mon, Birdie! Let's go before all the good seats are taken for lunch." The Prussian called for Matthew, who nodded and shuffled through his papers to hand in his finished work.

"I will just be there in a moment," Matthew said politely, "You can go on without me." He said, walking up to Mr. Jones' desk and quietly putting his work on his desk. He blinked his indigo eyes when Mr. Jones spoke to him.

"Your name is Matthew, right?" Mr. Jones' smile was bright, almost blinding and Matthew nodded with a slight shock, surprised that he had remembered his name, especially since the other teachers had a hard time doing so for some reason (Mr. Kirkland, the English teacher, was easily the worst when it came to that), "I just wanna get to know my student's names." Mr. Jones waved off, seeing the question in Matthew's eyes.

"Y-yes, sir." Matthew muttered, blushing and averting his eyes and dropping of all his papers on the teacher's desk and practically running out the door, not sure how he felt about the teacher getting his name right on the first try. He sighed, then concentrating his focus on finding Gilbert in the mass of lounging students.

Alfred grinned at Matthew's shyness, his eyes keen enough to catch the student's embarrassment. He blinked, wondering what that could be about as he picked up the work he was about to mark and blinked again when he caught sight of something that definitely was not schoolwork. It was written in neat handwriting and was not addressed to anyone in particular, but Alfred knew it was Matthew's because he was the last to hand in his work.

The American read it, a bit surprised when he finally realised what exactly what it was. He grinned brightly again, now seeing why Matthew had been acting all shy and embarrassed in his presence.

Matthew Williams, his student, had just given him a love letter....

Meh, should I go on?