Not many people are lucky enough to love and be loved by the man of their dreams, Arthur considers his self one of the lucky few as he nestles deeper in the arm slung around his shoulder. He plucks idly at a string hanging from his lovers sweater, the sweater Arthur made him, he notes with great satisfaction. The professor drones on at the front of the class his words subconsciously blocked like the buzz of a refrigerator by Arthur's Alfred focused mind. He breathed in deeply, his world refined to the perfume that was his boyfriend's scent. Alfred had gym before this class, whatever this class was, so he smelled more like sweat and strong cologne than his usual chocolate, Iron, and sunshine. He dared someone to tell him that his boyfriend didn't smell like sunshine, he knew fucking sunshine when he smelled it and it smelled like Alfred.

"Alfred..." the American hummed and Arthur waited for him to look down at where he was leaning against his side before tilting his face up. Alfred smiled down at the adorable gesture responding by brushing his lips against his boyfriend's.

"You're so cute Artie," Alfred raises his right hand to rest against Arthur's cheek brushing his thumb affectionately over his nose before returning his attention to the lesson.

Cute, Alfred called him cute! Later Arthur would rage over the 'compliment' and throw a fit at once again being called Artie. But that was later, much later when he was home in the safety of his bedroom far away from the mind numbing waves that seemed to turn his body to mush when he was near Alfred. Right now, in this moment, cute was all he aspired to be.

The shrill cry of a siren cut through the classroom, interrupting the teacher's speech and startling the teen's who had nodded off. Thick gray smoke could be seem crawling from under the door. Half the students hurried to grab their things the other half snapped pictures of the smoke ignoring the dead animal smell it emitted to get closer, Alfred was among this group he leaned across the desk but Arthur weighed him down. It was then he realized they should probably get out of there.

"Hey, babe," Arthur was already looking at Alfred so he didn't respond. "We should get outta here... now," Alfred stood pulling Arthur with him and headed for the window.

Arthur followed quietly, not sure why they suddenly had to move. He protested when Alfred tried to pull away from him, snatching his retreating arm and wrapping his self around it. In the few seconds they weren't touching Arthur though he smelled smoke. 'Alfred looks stressed' Arthur decided 'I should do something to help him relax'

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"Alfred, mon cher, you need to slow down, every time you come here you go through half a pack," Francis draws on his own cigarette and Alfred finds the statement slightly hypocritical.

"I can't slow down. With you is the only time I get to smoke, Mattie throws a fit if I try in the house and Arthur damn near has a heart attack when he see's the box," Alfred flicks his bud to the ground and places another between his lips, he stares at Francis until he gets the hint and lights it for him. "His parents died from them you know."

Francis leans against the gate surrounding his house, he hadn't known that. "Oh? Did they choke on the stubs?" he joked.

Alfred laughed even though it wasn't something to joke about. He was fairly certain Francis knew what really happened but said it anyway. "Nah, Cancer. Mom found out she had it then his pops found out a week later.." He looked down guiltily at the stick in his hands. "He doesn't want to loss me... I can only imagine how tough it must have been losing both parents at the same time. They died the same day ya know?"

Francis looked over at his companion, Alfred looked seven kinds of miserable with guilt roaring to the forefront. Francis crushed his half smoked cigarette under his foot releasing the last of it from his lungs. "If you feel so badly stop smoking," He wouldn't though, he had been smoking since the seventh grade and wouldn't be able to stop just because someone else needed him to.

"I know I should..." Alfred twist the cigarette between his finger before bringing it to his lips and sucking harder then necessary as if to make up for thinking about throwing it out.

Francis saunters over pulling the cigarette from Alfred's reluctant lips and snuffing it out on the cold asphalt below.

"Hey!"

Francis silences any oncoming protest with a hurried touch of lips which Alfred is eager to deepen. He pushes his tongue into the Frenchman's mouth not bothering to ask permission and snakes his hands around a thin waist.

"You know what will make you forget about all those bad feelings?" Francis manages to pant once he frees himself from Alfred's hold.

Alfred is already pulling them to the front door, he grins over at his boyfriend. "I have an idea,"

Francis allows his self to be dragged along, waving away the curious stares of the cleaning staff. "You'd better hurry then, Cher, before your terrier comes sniffing for you."

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Arthur was done, he was absolutely and one hundred percent finished, through! He couldn't believe it, how could he be so stupid? He was so extremely disappointed with himself. The school was on fire! Not only was the school on fire but the very hallway his classroom was in had gone up in flames. There was smoke in the room clogging the very air he was breathing, he knew there was because apparently people had taken videos and he missed all of it. His life was in danger and what had he been doing? Drooling over Alfred, that's what!

He had never been more ashamed of himself. He knew he had it bad for Alfred, when the cheery blond was around Arthur lost his self, he let his self be swept away by his boyfriend's existence. He knew that he became one of the least reliable people when he was holding Alfred's hand, his brain shut down completely and his heart focused acutely on Alfred. Still he though he had some common sense, at least enough to know when he was in a burning building.

Arthur stopped stomping across his room at the sound of his brother's harsh pounding on his door and rather rude 'cut it the fuck out!'. He flopped onto his bed dropping his heavy history textbooks on the ground just to be spiteful. Since the third grade Arthur had harbored a crush on his friend and when he was twelve he fell in love with him, that year Arthur lost both his parents and Alfred was the only one who saw through his 'nothing's wrong' act, the only one who cared enough to push back when he tried to push him away. Through all that time he managed to hide away his feelings acting normally around Alfred all the way up to his freshman year of high school. When he asked Alfred out. And Alfred said yes. And Arthur was never the same since.

It was as if all the feelings he kept hidden suddenly rushed out if him. He couldn't grab onto them and he became one of the worse kinds of boyfriends, the obsessive kind. But Alfred never seemed to mind, he held Arthur when he wanted to be held, Had sex whenever Arthur asked, kissed him as often as Arthur allowed because even when he was hyped on Alfred hormones Arthur couldn't stand kissing in public. Alfred never pushed him away for all his clingyness, and come to think of it he even saved his life today, and called him cute...

Damn it he called him cute, again! How many times did he have to tell that moron he wasn't cute or adorable or any other word better suited for children and stuffed rabbits. Arthur began searching his bed sheets for his phone, he always let Alfred know just what he thought of his endearments, just never in person, always over the phone because Arthur was a lot more sane when they weren't in direct contact.

He found his phone under the text book on the floor, there was a crack in the screen but it was fine otherwise. That's what I get for being spiteful Arthur thought as he held down the one button to dial Alfred's cell. It went to voice mail so he called again, Alfred answered on the third ring breathing heavily.

"Yeah babe,"

"Um. Hey, I was just wondering where you are," Of course that wasn't why he called but now he sure as hell wanted to know. He heard a voice in the background and Alfred responded with a 'yeah'.

"I'm hanging out with Francis at his place,"

It didn't seem he was going to say more, "Oh... you sound out of breath,"

"Yeah, a bit, you know Francis,"

He DID know Francis, which is why Alfred being out of breath, with him, at his house was worrying. Good god, were they...?

"...yes,"

"HAHA oh man, nothing like that! He just runs really fast you know? I guess that's why he hasn't been sued yet." Arthur sighed easily piecing together what must have happened and feeling silly for thinking that Alfred might cheat on him. With Francis of all people. That pervert should know to keep his hands to himself by now.

"So you comin' over?" Alfred asked after he calmed down, "We're about to play Smash Bros,"

Arthur did not at all care for video games but he loved that Alfred loved to play them and he had to watch the two of them. Alfred he can trust but that damn frog... "Yes, I'm on my way over now"

"Cool see you in a bit, babe."

Arthur was about to hang up when he remembered his reason for calling "Ah, Alfred,"

"Yeah?"

"I'M NOT CUTE!"

The chuckle he received before hanging up made it clear he was not believed. Arthur headed down stairs ignoring his brother's glare and stepped into the kitchen. It would be rude to show up empty handed.

I made Alfred kind of a douche here... This is going to be several chapters, I've already started on chapter two and it's looking like it'll be twice as long as this one.
Let me know what you think dudes and if you catch any errors kindly point them out to me.
thank you for reading~