No one at Hetalia High School was prepared for the gossip volcano about to erupt in a catastrophic drama-filled explosion that morning. The teenagers all filed into the school like any other day, all except one. Junior student Amelia Collins tore down the school's main hallway on a mission. Because SHE had extra juicy you-don't-wanna-miss-this type of gossip that EVERYONE had to hear about right that second. Amelia was known to be a bit of a gossiper, but she was no liar; the words out of her mouth were always as close to the truth as she could manage, so people trusted her. Which was why, on that particular morning as Amelia shouted at all her friends spread across the hall to gather round for a huge piece of gossip regarding her sexual experience with Alfred F. Jones, they immediately surrounded her excitedly. Some random students passing by also could not resist the strange gleam in Amelia's eye that told them that they really didn't want to miss this story, so they all crowded around as well.
This was about Amelia's experience with Alfred the night before; the night of their date, which happened to lead to some sexy times. The sexy times which inevitably resulted in Alfred's downfall, since he made a rather dire mistake last night during their sexual endeavor. A mistake which would now cost him severely. Amelia was no cold-hearted person, she understood very well what consequences telling this story would have on Alfred's reputation and social life, but it was just too juicy not to tell. Sure, she COULD have just told a couple of her best friends in private instead of publicly in front of this crowd of people, but this was high school. Telling one person was basically telling the entire school, gossip spread fast after all. And she would rather everyone hear the REAL version from her own lips instead of the story passed down from classmate to classmate, skimping on the scandalous details and messing with the actual turn of events. She did feel a bit bad for ruining Alfred's reputation like this, but after all, it was HIS mistake and it did have negative affects on Amelia. Of course Alfred didn't make the mistake on purpose but that didn't mean that Amelia's self-confidence hadn't taken a major hit, and come on! The mistake Alfred made was just so revealing and perfect, everybody had to know about it!
"Okay guys, everyone SHUT UP!" Amelia's voice rang out across the crowd of about 20-30 students huddled around her; everyone grew silent. "So, as some of you know, last night I went on a date with Alfred Jones. It wasn't anything too serious, we hit up some cute little Italian place he wanted to go to, the food was pretty good, yadda yadda yadda. So that part's not really interesting."
"GET ON WITH IT AMELIA!"
"Shut up Michael." Amelia straightened out her clothes. "Now, back to what I was saying. It was a decent date and everything was going well, so he invited me back to his place…"
Some resounding "ooooohs" echoed through the crowd.
"…and of course I said yes, I mean like, come on. Alfred's really hot, so of course I'd bang him after the first date if he wanted to."
Some guy coughed "slut" and so Amelia's best friend punched him in the stomach.
"So the two of us go back to his place, and his room is kinda like, what I would expect for Alfred's room. American flags, posters of superheroes, all that nonsense."
Amelia flipped her hair a bit as the crowd shuffled closer to hear the good part. Other students were trying to listen inconspicuously from a short distance; even the student body president couldn't help but desire to overhear what the 'super ultra delicious gossip about Alfred F. Jones' was. The student body president, Arthur Kirkland, was currently peaking his head out from around a corner, trying to appear that he wasn't desperately curious what mistake Alfred had made last night while having sex with Amelia. He strained his ears to hear the story better.
"So Alfred tries to set the mood, right? Like he turns off the lights and opens the curtains so only the moonlight gets in. And he's looking at me with this sexy smirk so I'm like swooning at that point. He starts moving in closer and kisses me really passionately, and I'm thinking like wow, he must've had a shit load of experience. But I try to stop thinking about that and I kiss him back. He's like kissing me everywhere and starts gently taking my clothes off, starting with my top. So at this point I'm really horny and—"
"AMELIA! Just tell us what he did! We don't need all the raunchy details!" A particularly-prude student yelled out before Amelia divulged too much about the foreplay.
"Ugh okay fine. You guys are lame. I'll skip all the beginning stuff. Basically we start having sex and he's been really good up to that point. We're both naked and he wants me to get on all fours and screw me from behind, and I'd never actually done that position before so I'm thinking like 'eh okay I guess I can roll with this'. So I get on all fours for him and we start doin' it doggy style, he's got a hand on my hair pressing me into the pillow which I think is pretty sexy and I'm moaning and all that so he presses my head harder and tells me to keep my voice low just in case his parents come home early. So I'm like, okay fine, so I try to quiet down and still enjoy it. And I'm sure everyone knows how strong Alfred is, right?"
A collective nod came from the crowd.
"So like he's using all his strength to screw me, and it feels so amazing as he's holding onto my hips with a bruising force and the sweat starts to trail down our conjoined bodies and—hey! That was pretty good, I should write an erotica novel or something." Amelia smiled as she stared off into space tapping her chin.
"THEN WHAT HAPPENED!"
"Oh right. So he's thrusting super hard and it obviously feels really good for both of us and then HE starts moaning really loudly even though he had told ME not to make any noise! But at that point I was like delirious from pleasure so I didn't think much of it. So he's moaning really loud and holding onto me and pounding me and I'm grasping onto the sheets on his bed as this is going on for a few more minutes. Eventually I knew I was done for so I cum pretty hard as I bite onto the pillow to stop myself from making noise, as per Alfred's earlier request. And I can feel Alfred nearing his completion so I clench up a little bit so it's more enjoyable for him, and all of a sudden he's grabs my hips so tight and thrusts into me insanely hard One. Last. Time."
"YEAH?!" the crowd bellowed invitingly.
"He lost himself. He was completely undone. He was finally orgasming. And ya know what name he shouted out as he came?"
Every individual leaned closer to Amelia. Eyes were wide and ears were concentrating only on Amelia's voice. Amelia's best friends were practically hanging onto her arms. Student body president Arthur Kirkland came around his corner completely to wait for Amelia to finish this apparent all-time-biggest-gossip-of-high-school-ever story.
"You guys wanna know what name Alfred shouted out? If you're thinking it was my name, then oh no, you'd be wrong. Because if Alfred HAD shouted out my name, then I wouldn't even be telling all of you this story today. No, Alfred did not say my name." A scowl permeated Amelia's usually blasé expression. Everyone waited with bated breath.
"He shouted out ARTHUR!" Loud gasps were heard all around her. "HE SHOUTED OUT ARTHUR! There is only ONE Arthur in this school, I'm sure you all know! And that would be Arthur Kirkland! Alfred shouted out HIS name while having sex with ME! And so suddenly it all made sense why Alfred wanted to do doggie style, he didn't want to see my face so he could indulge in his little fantasy of screwing ARTHUR! It also made sense why he didn't want me to make any noise, so that he could more easily pretend that he was doing Arthur instead of me!"
By this point the entire crowd was gaping and completely soundless, the gears all turning in their minds at an incredibly slow pace. Arthur himself had gone as white as a ghost and quickly hid himself back around the corner he was originally stationed at, he didn't want to be seen by the crowd at the moment but he also wanted to hear the rest of what Amelia had to say.
"By the time Alfred came down from his high, I turned around to face him in utter shock and I saw the exact moment where he realized his mistake. He looked up at my face so quick I swear he got whiplash, and all of a sudden he had an expression of complete horror. I smacked his face so hard I think he started bleeding. But like come on! I don't feel that bad for slapping him because he's supposed to be thinking about me while we're having sex, not someone else! Especially if that someone else happens to be a guy!"
The crowd was mystified. Everything they knew about high school had instantaneously been proved wrong. The captain of their championship-winning high school football team was fantasizing about having sex with a guy? Not just any guy, but the stodgy student body president? Was Alfred actually gay? Alfred had a crush on super-lame Arthur Kirkland? BUT WHAT DID THIS MEAN?! The students bemoaned, some gripping onto their faces in confusion, others unmoving and not breathing any longer for fear the world's balance would tip if they did. Nothing in their lives made sense anymore. Nothing. This was it. This was the end of any strain of sanity in their high school careers. Because if mega-athletic-hottie-stud Alfred F. Jones secretly liked men this whole time, what other 100% facts they believed were true were actually a lie?
Amelia stood at the front of the crowd still, allowing them time to process this new information. She knew how life-changing it all was, since she went through the same thing last night after Alfred's mistake. After slapping him, she had thrown her clothes on at an alarming speed, neither one of them speaking to each other the whole time. Alfred was still clutching his stinging cheek by the time Amelia stormed out of his room and away from his house. At least she didn't live too far that she was able to walk home and sort out her thoughts about what had just transpired. She was so lost in her own mind she didn't even realize her shoes were on the wrong feet. The whole situation was so strange and salacious, that she knew she had to tell everyone about it, which was why she was currently being pelted with questions from her best friends after everyone had time to take in the information.
"Wait! So did Alfred say anything after he yelled out Arthur's name?"
"Maybe it was a different Arthur! Maybe he knows another Arthur from camp or something!"
"Hold on, I thought Alfred and Arthur hated each other! They're always arguing."
"This is going to make the best story in the Hetalia High School Newspaper! I can't wait to write up the article!"
"GUYS GUYS CALM DOWN!" Amelia yelled over their frantic shrieking. "I'm sure Alfred knows damn well that I didn't keep his slip-up a secret. He's probably still in a state of shock since last night. Just let him be for a while, okay?"
"But I'm going to need to interview him for this new article I'm gonna wri—"
"Tiffany, please. C'mon, let him be for today. His reputation is going to be in shambles as it is, but I just couldn't keep this a secret! Plus that was a total hit to my self-esteem; if I wasn't so intrigued by this whole 'Arthur' thing then I would be really upset! But regardless, I do feel sorry for him for accidentally digging his own grave, so try not to make this worse on him. Alright?"
Her friends nodded numbly, just as the morning bell for first period went off throughout the school. Most of the crowd had dispersed at that point, probably off to reveal to their friends the knowledge they had just acquired. The rest of them started to slowly walk to their designated classes, completely aware how dull the lessons would be compared to the juicy gossip Amelia had granted them. And then there was poor Arthur Kirkland, still immobile with a hand clutching his heart struggling to calm himself down. He was so shocked by the news and he had no idea how to go about addressing it. Should he address it? Should he ask Alfred if that's what actually happened? He already knew the answer, Amelia was no liar, so what she had said was most likely the whole truth. As the halls became increasingly empty, the second bell rang, indicating that all students should be in their respective classes by that point, and any student who walked in after that point would be marked tardy. For the first time, Arthur had no care as he strolled torpidly into class that day, because his mind was muddled with thoughts of Alfred and the realization that all his previous wistful fantasies may actually become a reality. Arthur smiled dreamily, unknowing of the disapproving look of his teacher as he marked Arthur's first-ever tardy on his attendance record.