Love Letter

Ch. 1: If I Had You

Matthew Williams sighed, perhaps a bit melodramatically, and slumped forward, resting his cheek against the palm of his right hand. Behind his glasses, bright indigo eyes watched the back of a certain Englishman. There were only three of them in the classroom so far(him, Alfred, and Arthur; the teacher went to get some coffee), but Matthew was sure that Arthur was indifferent towards them.

Lips now forming into a small frown, Matthew slumped down further into his seat and doodled on a piece of looseleaf. He drew some maple leafs and wrote Arthur's name in loopy, girly handwriting on purpose. Then he drew a heart around it.

Why was his life so full of teenage angst? Oh, the joys of high school. (Sarcasm intended.)

Of all people that he could like, it had to be Arthur Kirkland. Matthew was even past the point of being affronted by those eyebrows, which was quite amazing.

"Hello! Matt!" Alfred's voice ripped into his thoughts. "You're not listening to me anymore!"

Matthew turned to glare half-heartedly at his best friend. "It's pretty much a onesided conversation, Al," he told him.

Alfred made a face of mock hurt. "Gosh, Mattie, that hurt." He pouted. Then his short attention span allowed him to change the topic abruptly, trying to peer over the other boy's arm. "What're you drawing?" he asked.

By that point, at least half of the paper was full of hearts and Arthur's initials in them. Matthew replied to him, "Nothing."

. . .

Alfred F. Jones was sad. Okay, that's not the most original sentence, but it was pretty accurate to how he was feeling. "Let me see it anyway," the American insisted, pushing Matthew's arm aside and grabbing the paper. After inspecting it, he laughed. "Haha! Mattie, you've got it bad!"

Not that he was one to talk. Alfred had been in love with Matthew since seventh grade. But he digressed. Matthew was in love with that bushy-eyebrowed posh Arthur. And seeing said boy's name written all over the paper in lovey-dovey handwriting definitely did not make him jealous.

Matthew was pouting. Rather cutely, Alfred thought. "Don't say a word," the smaller boy huffed. "Or I'll drown you in maple syrup."

"As long as I drown with you in my arms, I'd be all right with it," Alfred told him, flashing a winning smile. It was the truth.

Matthew stared at him for a few seconds before shaking his head. "You're weird," he mumbled. His eyes strayed to the front again. Probably staring at Arthur, Alfred thought petulantly. He knew it was mean, but he hoped that Arthur would never like Matthew back. Alfred was a possessive bitch like that.

"Oh, crap!" he groaned out loud. "I'll be right back, I forgot something." Alfred raced out of the classroom, shoving past students coming in to get to his locker.

(He hated to admit that he just didn't want to see his crush make goo goo eyes at another boy.)

. . .

Arthur Kirkland put his pen down, picking his letter up and scanning it critically. It read:

I know that we don't talk much, but I have figured that it's time I should tell you that I like you. I think you're brilliant despite what others say, and I could get lost in your gaze for eternity. Granted, this is not the best confession in the world, but I sincerely hope that you return my feelings.

He didn't bother with a greeting nor a signature. He got up, the legs of his chair scraping loudly against the tile floor. He turned to the back, where he knew that he was sitting and walked over slowly, head held high, trying to keep his composure.

When Alfred saw him coming, he hastily hid something under his desk. Arthur decided to ignore the action and placed the note on the other's desk. "Read it, please," he told him.

Alfred eyed him warily, and Arthur couldn't help but feel that something was a little off. He brushed it off, thinking it was only his jittering nerves. He watched Alfred read the note.

Arthur cleared his throat a moment later. "So?" he asked. His heart was beating loudly in his ears.

Alfred looked up at him, and instead of meeting blue eyes, he found himself staring into indigo colored orbs. The eye contact lasted for only a few seconds, though, for Alfred literally jumped out of his seat and hugged the flustered Englishman.

"I'm so glad," Alfred whispered against his shoulder. Arthur let out a sigh of relief and chuckled, hugging him back.

"Mattie! Can you help me with-" The voice stopped abruptly. Arthur loosened his arms around Alfred and turned to see who it was.

Standing there, holding a forgotten unfinished English essay, was...Alfred?

Bewildered, Arthur looked down to see who he was holding.

Now he could see a little more clearly. This boy's hair was a little longer, more wavier, and a shade lighter. His eyes were indeed indigo, bright with happiness. Arthur racked his brain for a name, and finally, he remembered. Matthew Williams.

And then Arthur realized what he'd done.

He'd given the note to the wrong person.


A/N: So this idea's been in my head for a while, and I decided to finally write it. Plus, I was having trouble deciding where I liked UKCan or USCan better, and then I was, like, "Why not have UK/Can/US?" Thus, this was born. I'm not sure how this is going to end yet, but I'm thinking UKCan for now.

Also, the other chapters will be longer. This chapter was sort of a prologue. ^^

Um... Your opinions, please?