Right then... this is going to be yet another multichapter. A highschool one at that. This time however, I'm not the only author. Panda is writing it with me on a rp-ing basis so you may notice some stylistic changes throughout but I'm hoping they won't stop you from reading it. Another thing... I'm actually translating it so if there are any grammatical errors that's probably why although I'm doing my best to make it sound good in English. Everyone should find something that they like here. The main pairing of course is going to be USxUK, however other pairings will appear later on. For example... GermanyxItaly, SpainxRomano, PrussiaxAustria... and others :D Please, Rate and Review so we know what to work on and what you've liked. Now I'll just let you read the story! Enjoy~!
PROLOGUE
6:30 o'clock, and also the beginning of Arthur Kirkland's day, the man who with a yawn turned off the yelling alarm clock. He looked at it once again with his sleepy eyes and then sat up on the bed. A smile crawled onto his lips when he noted with satisfaction the magical date on the wall calendar; the First of September. Arthur was a man proud of his job and he was convinced of its importance. The kids maybe were often ungrateful, cocky and of course too loud however after some time they understood his teachings and... If it wasn't for him then who else could teach them about the beauty of English language and literature?! The blond man, after even more rigorous morning routine than usually, dressed in smart black trousers with pleats (which he always had to wear with a belt) and a crisp white shirt with short sleeves. For a moment he pondered over the tie until finally deciding on a dark green one, and after checking himself out in the mirror he assured himself that he can happily call himself a professor with such looks. He walked downstairs to the kitchen and quickly made himself some breakfast which consisted of beans, eggs and toasts. This was then topped off by Earl Grey tea with a bit of milk and one and only one teaspoon of sugar. Flat, not chunky. The man brushed his teeth, grabbed the leather briefcase which he had prepared yesterday and he casually threw the suit jacket over his shoulder, after this he was ready to depart. Two months holiday was definitely too long, both for him and for the brats, he thought while walking down the street.
However, since there must be some balance in this world, and nothing can stay bright and beautiful forever; when he got to the crossing, Arthur was jumped by no one else, but the one man who has been haunting him for the past ten years.
"Arthur! Mon ami! Bonjour!" The grinning Francis clang to Arthur's arm. The Englishman couldn't help but grimace when he heard this gay voice and the weight on his arm was also a bother. He looked at the French with clear aversion.
"Good morning Francis. Do not shout in my ear, I wouldn't want to end up in the medical room on the very first day." He murmured and sighed as if he was about to spill out his lungs.
Francis pretended not to hear the second part of the sentence and with a nonchalant manner he put a lock of his hair behind his ear.
"I wonder what the freshmen will be like this year. Maybe I'll get someone new in my class? That would be won-der-ful! Maybe, it will be some beautiful young man unable to resist my charms, who will yearn for me during lessons?" The light blue eyes sparkled, and their owner sighed dreamily. "Well, you don't need to worry about that mon ami!" He added maliciously. "You're... how should I put it?" Francis scrutinized the Englishman from head to toe. "Too... too... hmmm..."
"Too what?" Arthur rose his tone and immediately regretted it. He couldn't let his temper take over him so easily, oh no. He must keep his cool and show Francis that he is a calm and composed man, not some hot-headed bastard. "And either way... one attends school to study and to work. It's not a place for some rendezvous, my friend." He said and went on ahead a little faster. Maybe, somehow, Francis will just stay behind?
Futile hope.
"I know!" The blond man proceeded with his talk "You're too boring!" He said, clearly happy with himself.
Arthur had a feeling that one more moment and he'll have steam exploding out of his ears.
"Oh yes, because you are SOO interesting. Come on. Is THIS how a teacher is supposed to look like?" He said giving a suggestive glance to the Frenchman's attire.
Francis puffed his chest with pride, it was dressed in white shirt, which was carelessly unbuttoned at the top, on that he wore a suit jacket (black) plus a pair of jeans and fashionable shoes with elongated toe caps.
"Arthur, mon ami..." He began with a patronising tone "...being a teacher doesn't curse us with banishment from the fashion world."
"Banishment or not... do your shirt up! It looks like I'm walking around with a pimp. You dress the way you did back in highschool." Arthur murmured and looked up to heavens, begging for patience. He repeated to himself that classic and elegant style is timeless. The whole 'fashion' thing which Francis was so proud of is changing all the time any way... so why bother chasing it?
His companion didn't answer, he just smiled as if he knew something that Arthur was not aware of and he turned his head the other way, still with this irritating smirk.
Arthur was content with the momentary peace and although he wanted to wash this smile off Francis' face, he enjoyed the silence too much to wreck it. Luckily, they finally reached the school edifice already crowded by the students greeting each other happily after being parted for the whole two months.
"Professor Bonnefoy!" they both stopped, and in a moment three junior students got to them. "Good morning!" A bit surprised, they discovered the presence of the other professor. "Ah, sorry! We haven't noticed you professor Kirkland..." They nodded their heads apologetically "Good morning?" At that, they run off with embarrassment.
"Whichever way you look at it, you get lost in the crowd mon ami!" Francis managed to say while giggling loudly.
"Kids! Well, they ought not to worry. When the time comes for some class torture... I won't miss anyone." Arthur warned. He closed his hands into small firsts, and growling to himself, he angrily walked ahead to the staff room. He entered it and slammed the door right in the face of the happy Frenchman. No one even took notice any more. "... how impertinent... the very first day and already... it's he who stands out... that's what it's all about" he mumbled to himself. The doors of the Headmaster's office were left ajar, but Arthur didn't take much notice of what was going on inside, all that he noted was a pair of blond-heads. However he didn't stop and found his happy corner, where stood his old and oh so beloved and faithful desk.
There was a quiet knocking and in a moment one of his favourite students stood in front of him.
"Good morning professor, I truly apologise for troubling you" The young Japanese boy bowed fairly low "But, I have a question." The black eyes looked at him with a request.
Arthur's face immediately warmed up when he heard the boy's voice. "Good morning Kiku, you're not troubling me at all. How are you doing? Have you had a nice holiday?" He asked politely "So, go on then. What's the question?" The Englishman enquired.
"Very well, thank you sir, I spent the holidays at home." He smiled shyly. "Is professor still going to be in charge of the library?"
Before he answered, Arthur discreetly looked around the room. Satisfied that enough people were paying attention, beaming with pride he announced louder than necessary "Of course. This year, I shall be taking charge of the library again."
"Thank you, sir" Kiku bowed and with a slight blush he walked past Francis who stood next to Arthur and shamelessly stared at the Japanese boy's ass.
"Adorable..." He stated as if he were talking about the weather. "Have you fucked him yet?"
Arthur immediately grew red with anger and for a moment moved his lips soundlessly, he was this stunned.
"...What on earth are you saying?! He's my student you git!" Arthur was already reaching for something heavy close by... and the first thing he noticed was a stapler. Francis however was saved, when Roderich Edelstein –music teacher- entered the room hastily, with cocked eyebrows, and he took his seat at his desk next to the window. The door hadn't even closed properly when they were opened with such force that they hit the wall- one of the PE teaching brothers Gilbert Wzillschmidt came in and with a yell, he got to the musician.
"You were hanging out with her again, scamp! With this darned wench?! You IMP!"
"Gilbert... we're at work... don't be a drama queen." Roderich murmured with irritation.
"On no, you're not getting away this easily, you traitor!" Gilbert growled.
During this, Ludwig, the other PE-teacher -the younger brother- entered the room. He walked up to Arthur and Francis and murmured.
"Will they ever let it be?"
"Probably, never... these are the laws of amour!" Francis meowed in a sing-like manner.
Ludwig gave him a crossed look, a very crossed look.
Arthur looked at the arguing teachers with some interest but politely turned away and looked at Ludwig and then Francis.
"...Even if arguments and jealousy are the daily cause of events where you come from it doesn't mean everyone has to live this way" Arthur hissed to the Frenchman. "Does anyone know where the new timetables are?" he changed the topic.
"The Headmaster hasn't put them up yet" Ludwig made a face. The disorganisation annoyed him.
"Oh! The lover's quarrel is at its peak!" Francis squealed with fascination. Ludwig finally took mercy on the two and grabbed his maddened brother's collar and dragged him out of the room.
"For God's sake!" Arthur pulled on Francis's sleeve "It's not a soap opera." He mumbled "Such things should be sorted at home." The Englishman murmured some more to himself letting go of Francis. He sighed and sat back down on his chair.
"But this is so ex-ci-ting!" the Frenchman had an annoying habit of syllabising certain words."Hey ho! Off to class we go! Ah, I'm such a poet!" The blond man admired himself while looking for the absence ledger for his class. "3b... 3b... heeee~re!" he sang and hugged the ledger to his chest. "What are you waiting for?" He scolded Arthur. "Do you want to make the poor boys wait; the boys who –God have mercy on them!- unluckily happened to have you as their teacher?" he rose the perfectly modelled brow.
"You could stop singing! Talk, good God, talk but don't sing!" Arthur reprimanded and quickly found the ledger for his class. 3c- in other words, a pack of adult guys whose age has got to their heads and made them all arrogant and act like they were on the top of the world... well Arthur's task was to straighten it up. And of course, one couldn't forget that their hormones liked to bounce around similarly to the hormones Francis bore. "...Either way, you don't need to wait for me. Fact that your classroom is close by doesn't mean we must always walk there together! Someone can get the wrong idea." Arthur snorted.
"Admit it honey, you faaancy moi!" The Frenchman murmured lowly as they left the room.
"Maybe in your perverted dreams! Do not answer." Arthur added quickly and sighed with relief when he and Francis reached the first floor where, the Englishman's class was on the opposite side of the corridor to the Frenchman's. He turned the key in the lock and let the kids inside. It was really quite ironic... they were KIDS, and yet such giants! Arthur thought to himself, that surely they must have grown over the summer. There was no other explanation for how only 4 guys in the class were shorter than himself! He followed them to the classroom in a foul mood and walked to his desk, where he lay down the ledger and his briefcase. No one dared to sit down, every one stood politely behind their chair and in unison the whole class said gracefully.
"Good morning professor Kirkland!"
Arthur smiled to himself. He has raised them well, hasn't he!
"Good morning" he replied and only then everyone sat down. The man reached for the absence ledger and when he was about to start the register he noticed a small bright yellow note scribbled in an irritating handwriting full of artistic swirls.
"New student! VIP! Treat him well Kirkland!"
Arthur raised his impressive brows and looked around the classroom. "New kid, please stand up and introduce yourself!" He said.
'New kid' sat at the last but one desk next to the window due to his remarkable height. Slowly, he rose and a few boys gasped, some with jealousy and others with admiration. The boy was tall, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, his golden hair was in an artistic mess, he wore light glasses with no frames and his electrifying blue eyes looked at the man, cheekily undressing him with the glare itself.
"My name is Alfred F. Jones, nice to meet you. I'm hoping for an hmmm... interesting" the corner of his mouth twitched from the kept in laugh. "senior year of highschool with you. Thanks a lot." He winked playfully. "I'm giving myself fully under your care, professor." He discreetly licked his top lip, being sure for Arthur to notice it.
Arthur stared at the blond the whole time with wide with disbelief eyes. In all honesty, he felt like running out of the class and letting all this just go to hell. Unfortunately, the habit and pride made him stay and handle the problem like every man would... but... but... all because of this...THIS kid!
"You can sit down" he murmured finally and started doing the register. His hands were shaking, how dare the headmaster do this to him?!
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