Warnings for : USUK and awkward dorks, haha! Slight mention of bullying.
This fic might become a M-rated one, but I'm not entirely sure of where I'm going to go with this fic yet, so I'll leave it as a T-rated fic for now. Keep in mind that it might change though, just to warn people who might not feel comfortable with M-rated fics.

The cover image is by Haku (hakuku on deviantart), I think ... :O Correct me if I'm wrong ^^'

Shit, shit, shit, Alfred thought, hands clasped on his mouth. His classmates would surely remember that for a long time and he could already hear the mocking remarks he was going to get. Why did he have to be so awkward and careless! He was just giving everyone more and more reasons to pick on him day after day, wasn't he?

Mentally cursing himself, the young boy quickened his pace, eager to get into the nearest bathroom and clean himself up. That was something a kid would do, not a fourteen year-old teenager! But of course, that's the kind of thing he would do. Alfred Fucking Jones.

Not that the 'F' in his name really stood for 'Fucking'.

Startled by the way his own thoughts worked, Alfred shook his head, frowning. Damn it. It was going to be hell to clean that up. He soon spotted the boys' bathroom. Finally, he thought, pushing the door open. With a bit of luck, his humiliation would soon be over. But he was Alfred F. Jones, and when you lived with that name, there was no such thing as luck. A hand still covering his mouth, Alfred was met by the sight of a blonde teenager who looked around his age, struggling with an eye pencil in front of a mirror.

Of course, in the middle of class period, there would be a weird punk boy trying to put on some makeup in the bathroom to witness the fruits of Alfred's carelessness. Just great.

Emerald eyes glanced at him furiously, apparently not pleased to have company neither, and Alfred took a step back. Why did he look so pissed! Alfred hadn't done anything except entering the damn bathroom! Silence filled the room as they looked at each other, one still holding his eye pencil and the other still hiding his mouth. The punk's eyes narrowed even more, looking suspiciously at Alfred who suddenly felt very self-conscious. Why was he looking at him like that?

Well, maybe the fact that he was doing all he could to cover his mouth might have been a good enough explanation. But still.

Alfred awkwardly moved towards the sinks, trying to keep a safe distant between the boy and him. Something told him that getting too close might led him into getting hit or insulted. The punk's eyes kept staring at him, making him even more self-conscious and blush. Why would he stare at him with such an intense look!

Finally, Alfred got to the sink, but not without running into one of the toilets' door accidently and making the other boy raise an eyebrow at him. It was like Alfred could hear him think "Really?". He blushed as he stood still next to the other boy, hands still clasped on his mouth. Slowly, the other boy tore his gaze away from Alfred to focus on his eye pencil once more.

There was an awkward silence as Alfred just stood there, frozen, waiting for the other one to leave in order to clean his mouth, and the punk kept struggling with his eye pencil, looking even more clumsy than he did before. The green-eyed teenager spoke first, angrily turning towards Alfred, his fists clenched on the sink.

"I can't do anything if you just stand here looking at me!" He protested in a very thick English accent, his bushy eyebrows knitting together as he did so.

Alfred just blushed lightly and took a step back, mumbling a muffled "sorry" behind his hands. The Briton huffed, obviously annoyed, and went back to his eye pencil. Alfred started fidgeting, internally struggling between staying in his current position and annoy the other blonde even more or remove his hands from his mouth and be laughed at by the English boy.

Well, there was nothing good in there for him in both cases.

"Okay, would you please stop standing there like an absolute idiot!" The punk protested once more, making the American send him a sheepish and apologetic look. The Briton groaned, clenching his fist on his hips. It somehow reminded Alfred of his mother when she was angry at him. And he did not like that. "Either do what you came here to do or just go away, you prat!"

Nervously sending glances to both his right and his left, Alfred sighed. Well, he was already going to be laughed at by his entire class, one more person shouldn't really matter much at that point. He removed his hands, his lips still tightly shut. Unimpressed, the Briton raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

"What's the big deal? It's just a mouth." He groaned and turned back to the mirror, mumbling things like 'bloody idiot' or 'can't get any peace in here'.

And then he saw it. The very thin line of blue between his two lips.

"Why are you lips blue?" He asked with a frown, making Alfred blush even more.

"W-Well" The American said, fidgeting even more and nervously playing with his thumbs. "I sort of.. Hum... Chewed on my pen and... It exploded in my mouth." He said quietly, revealing the blue teeth and braces as he spoke.

The Briton looked at him dumbfounded for a moment and then rolled his eyes, snorting, before turning towards the mirror once more.

"An idiotic and careless prat. Fantastic." He said with obvious sarcasm, returning to his work.

Alfred blushed furiously, before making his way to the sink, carefully avoiding any eye contact with the punk next to him, and making some water flow from the tap. He shyly drank a bit of the liquid before spitting it in the sink, the water coming out blue. He repeated the same movements a few times, rubbing on his braces with his thumb. Damn those things! They would probably still be blue for a couple of hours. He sighed and risked a few glances at the English boy standing next to him before frowning at his clumsiness with an eye pencil. A careless prat, right, he was one to talk, he thought.

The Brit seemed to have noticed the sudden attention from the American as he spun on his heels to face Alfred, sending him a dark glare.

"What now?" He asked venomously, making Alfred step back in fear.

"Hum... It's just... That's not how you use an eye pencil..." He said quietly, scared of the moody English boy's reaction.

"And what would you know about eye pencils?" He replied angrily.

"W-Well... My brother used to have this ... Hum... 'Dark' period and I watched him do it a lot, so..." The American said quietly, remembering with a frown the awful days where Matthew would only wear black clothes, listen to depressing songs that always made Alfred want to kill himself and spend most of his time locked inside of his room.

"Well then, you can show me how to use one, if you would be so kind Mister Blue teeth." The punk said sarcastically, holding out his eye pencil.

"R-Right now? But I-"

"No, on Mars in a couple of decades."

The sarcasm flew right over Alfred's head.

"W-Wha-"

"It was sarcasm."

"Oh."

Silence filled the room as the two teenagers looked at each other, one with a stern look of determination and the other with a shy panicked look.

"Do you still want me to show you how to use one..?" The tallest of the two tempted in a soft and hesitating voice. The British boy only looked at him in silence for a minute or so, seeming to be weighing the pros and cons, and then threw the eye pencil at him before propping himself up against the sink.

"Show me what you can do, Blue Teeth." Alfred cringed at the nickname.

"Hum... You want me to put it on you..?" He asked with a frown, unsure as to what the strange boy wanted exactly.

"No, I want you to put it on my cat." Alfred opened his mouth, trying to say something before the Briton stopped him. "That was also sarcasm."

"O-Oh."

The punk rolled his eyes as Alfred walked closer to him, not really knowing what to do. The fact that the green-eyed boy was staring at him with piercing eyes didn't really help neither.

"Hum... I can't really do anything if your eyes are open..." The teen muttered shyly.

"Oh. Ah, yes, of course." The Brit said, coughing in his fist, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he closed his eyes.

Alfred couldn't believe that he was really putting makeup on a guy's face.

"Do you have some sort of brush?" He asked tentatively. The punk's eyes shot open, a perplexed look on his face.

"A brush? Why would I need a brush for?"

" To blend the eye pencil." He answered as if it was an evidence. The shorter boy narrowed his eyes at him, making Alfred squirm uncomfortably.

Well fuck Mattie and his makeup for making him sound like a drag queen.

"Huh." The English boy only answered, his eyes still narrowed at the blue-eyed teen. After a long silence, he finally decided to answer his question. "No, I don't have any brush."

"Oh." Alfred replied, stopping himself from saying that it would be difficult to do anything decent without some sort of brush to blend it or that he needed eye shadow more than an eye pencil to make what he thought was a smokey eye, in order to not sound even more like a freak than he already did.

But again, this guy had just asked him to do his makeup, so he wasn't the only one in the freak department.

He took out some tissues from his pocket and wet one of them with the water from the tap, not noticing the frown that was appearing on the punk's face at the sudden movement. He turned towards the English boy before starting to rub the tissue on his eyelid. The blonde backed away at the touch.

"Uh, it's to clean your eyelid since I don't suppose you have any makeup remover." He explained with a light blush. The Brit relaxed and let out a 'Oh' before letting Alfred do what he had to do.

Alfred started rubbing his eyelid and the boy closed his eyes. He was finally able to look at his face more clearly. He had a pale skin, devoid of any imperfection if it wasn't for the small, almost invisible, freckles on his nose. Alfred was sort of jealous since he had to fight with acne on a daily basis. It wasn't a very bad type of acne but it was still there and Alfred hated it. He also had thick eyebrows. Alfred wondered why he hadn't really noticed them before. He had thin pink lips. He was a bit scrawny but Alfred thought he was kind of pretty. He blushed a bit at the thought and decided to start a conversation to keep his mind away from the boy's face.

"So, hum, what's your name?" He could feel that the boy had fought the urge to open his eyes at the sudden question.

"Arthur Kirkland."

"Huh, okay." He answered before mentally slapping himself. Could he get even more awkward? Arthur didn't really seemed to be bothered by it as he asked, with a slight blush : "What's yours?"

"Alfred F. Jones." The Brit snickered.

"And why is the 'F' so important?" Alfred blushed.

"W-Well it's because of my second name, 'Foster'."

"Yes, well, my second name is 'James' and you don't see me introducing myself as 'Arthur J. Kirkland' " He said in a mocking tone, making Alfred blush even more.

Flustered, Alfred grabbed his sweatshirt's sleeve and rubbed it roughly against Arthur's eyelid in order to dry it. There was no need to make fun of him, geez! He could say his second name if he wanted to! This was a free country! Arthur frowned at the movement.

"What the hell are you doing! Stop rubbing so hard, it hurts!" He protested. Alfred slowed down his movements with a slight brush. God, he couldn't believe he was doing this. He hoped no one would come inside of the bathroom to witness this scene.

"Sorry" He mumbled before grabbing the eye pencil. "Close your eyes, please." Arthur did as he was told, still scowling a bit. Silence passed between them as Alfred carefully drew a line of eye pencil on the other's eyelid, but for the first time since Alfred had entered the bathroom, it was more of a comfortable silence than an awkward one. "You can open them, I'm going to do the waterline." God, he sounded like those girls in makeup tutorials.

"Is that a Star Trek sweatshirt?" Arthur asked, looking at Alfred's clothes.

"U-Uh, yeah. It's a good show." He said, concentrating on the eye pencil. "Do you watch it?" He asked shyly.

"No." Well. So much for having common interests. "I wouldn't mind watching it though." He added with a light blush. Alfred blinked, taken aback by the boy's statement.

"If you like science-fiction and you don't mind old shows, I'm sure you'll like it." He answered softly, adverting his gaze. Why was it that he was so embarrassed all of a sudden?

"Well, I do like both." The other said, a little more timidly as his cheeks turned a nice shade of pink.

"I could show you, I have all the DVDs." Alfred said, a little too quickly, causing him to stumble on his words and make Arthur's eyes widen in surprise.

Oh God, what the hell was he doing?

"I-I, uh, well, if you want..." Arthur stuttered, his face turning a bit red. Alfred looked up at him in surprise, blushing as well.

"O-Oh. Oh! Cool, yeah, hum, I mean. Ugh." Alfred finished lamely, dropping his head down in shame. God, why was he so awkward?

"Yeah." Arthur answered, also quite lamely, with a small and nervous laugh, trying to advert his gaze from meeting Alfred's, which was proven to be quite difficult since he was putting makeup on his eyes. Well, at least Alfred wasn't the only one who was having a hard time not being awkward.

Both fell silent as Alfred carefully traced his eye pencil lines, earning some "ngh" or "ouch" from Arthur when he was being too rough or accidentally touched his eye. None of them dared to continue the discussion, their cheeks still pink and their gazes still avoiding each other. Alfred started rubbing his thumb on Arthur's eyelid, making him frown.

"What is that for?" He asked, not enjoying the way Alfred seemed to rub his eyelids all the time.

"To blend the edges out." He replied shortly, blushing a bit. "You usually use some sort of brush for that so it's not going to be super good-looking with a thumb but, well, better than nothing..."

"Oh, I see." The other one answered. After a few rubs, Alfred was done. Well, it did look better than when Arthur was doing it, but it was not nearly as good as when Mattie did it. Alfred nervously gave him the eye pencil back.

"Hum, I'm done." He said shyly, not wanting to be hit by the Briton for having messed up. He definitively wasn't a makeup artist.

Arthur turned towards the mirror and stood still for a moment, his arms crossed and his gaze staring intensely at his reflection.

"Well it is better than when I did it." He finally admitted, relieving Alfred of his worries. The American knew that it was as far as the Brit could get in the compliment department. "Thank you." He said with a cough, his cheeks slightly pink and his eyes still not meeting Alfred's.

"You're welcome." The other one said with a small smile.

Arthur opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something, but shut it before spinning on his heels.

"W-Well, bye." He quickly said before storming out off the bathroom, leaving a blushing American next to him.

Ugh, what the hell was that? Alfred thought before burying his face in his hands, bumping his round glasses along the way, and blushing furiously.

A/N :

I've always wanted to write a dorky Alfred! And I like to imagine Matthew going through some sort of emo period when he was like 12 or 13 years old haha! More like a rebellious phase than a very serious thing though.

I really wanted to write about two dorky and awkward losers after seeing so much "popular guy/girl" falls in love with "loser girl/guy", but God knows how I ended up with the idea of blue ink and black eye pencil... x')

I hope you enjoyed that chapter! Thank you so much for reading! If there are mistakes of any kind in it, feel free to tell me! It can get hard to write without a beta when English is not my native language, so it's always appreciated to get a bit of help! :) (How do people even get betas anyway..? ^^') Constructive criticism is also appreciated! ^^