Early Parenting:
"..I will now assign you partners for our midterm project.."
Alfred F. Jones sighed to himself, lazily tapping his fingers on the desk, slumped back in his seat and glancing out the window of the classroom.
It was another normal seventh period, another exhilerating period of Human Growth and Education. Why he was put into this class-he would never know. His counceler explained that it was required in order to graduate from high school.
That-or there was a lack of males in the classroom. Frowning to himself, he continued to drown out the teacher with his obnoxious tapping against the desk, now changing from his fingers to pencils, attempting to create the best pencil tapping song ever.
Kids around him simply rolled their eyes at his childish antics, and others frowned. Alfred ignored the others though, and continued to zone off into his own world.
"...Arthur Kirkland and Alfred F. Jones..."
The blonde haired boy snapped his head up, replying to his name with a lazy "Wha..?"
The older looking woman narrowed her eyes at him, and adjusted the glasses on her face in order to look at him in the eyes. "Arthur Kirkland. And Alfred F. Jones."
A few of the girls began to giggle quietly in the class, mumbling to each other about the latest pairing for the project. Raising an eyebrow, he looked back at her confused. "For..what, exactly?"
"Perhaps if you were paying attention, Jones..."
Blue eyes glanced over curiously at his so-called 'partner' for the midterm project. Short, shaggy blonde hair flew up in different directions, as green eyes seemed to be focused ahead, his lips in a thin line. Unable to read his expression, Alfred merely continued to stare.
Him and Arthur Kirkland went way back-Elementary school, he remembered. Then again, he was always sort of a jerk to the kid. He had moved from England back in the fourth grade. Alfred, thinking he was the funniest kid in the school, decided to call him 'Limey'.
He didn't know what it meant-but boy, the look on his face..
They've been what you called 'Frenemies' ever since. As high school rolled around, the two started to lose touch-Arthur moving onto all of the 'Advanced Placement' classes, leaving Alfred behind. The Blonde was more 'street smarts', not 'book smarts'.
"Jones..!"
Blinking, he realized that the British male had moved from his seat, and was now at the front of the class with the strict teacher. The girls giggling became louder, and he scratched the back of his head, standing up as well.
That was when he noticed the carrier in Arthurs right hand. Inside was a..baby? The robotic device was wrapped in a blue blanket, the blank, empty stare in it's eyes made a shiver go down his spine. That was when Alfred put two and two together and his eyes widened, inwardly growing.
It was time for the 'Baby project'. And Arthur Kirkland was his partner.
Sitting at one of the several back tables, Arthur sighed to himself, narrowing his eyes at the 'baby'. Honestly-that thing was so bloody creepy. He was suprised nobody was scared of it. That, and girls found it 'cute'.
The teacher continued to explain how to take care of the child-the instructions of how to make it stop crying and such, and continuned to go into detail. The part that got people the most upset was the lack of sleep.
Arthur didn't mind, however. He was already used to sleepless nights, considering all of the Advanced classes and hurrying to finish notes or a project.
Once in a while, though, he would glance from the corner of his eye and notice him staring at him with that usual cocky smirk on his face.
Oh god, how he hated that smirk.
"Psst. Hey, Artie, buddy." He was able to hear. Shaking his head, a small frown formed on his lips. Another few hisses and whispers were attempted by the American before he sighed.
"What is it." Arthur replied blandly, eyes still focused on the lesson.
"What're we naming him?" He asked, the smirk still plastered onto his face, leaning foreward slightly to stare into it's empty eyes.
"Him..? W-What are you talking about, you wanker..?" The Briton snapped lightly, making sure the teacher didn't hear as she concluded the lesson.
"A name! We need to name him!"
The girls started to gossip and chat loudly, discussing the names they would give their child-that or the latest hook-ups. Arthur rolled his eyes at the conversation, focus going back to Alfred.
"The bloody hell are you talking about? You don't name robots."
"Ah-Ah-Ah!" Alfred wagged his finger, laughing loudly, "He's not a robot! He's our son!"
"Our?" Arthur's face paled, a light pink forming on our cheeks, "That's impossible. We're both males, idiot."
"Um-What?" Blue eyes blinked a few times, "Nooo...I'm pretty sure you're the mother."
"I'm what?" He slammed his hands down onto the table, and then winced, quickly looking over at the carrier their robotic 'child' was in, making sure not to wake him.
The blonde haired American in front of him frowned, "You're gonna wake Steven up!"
Arthur raised his eyebrow, looking from Alfred to the child. "Steven..?"
"Yeah-What? You don't like that name?" Slumping back into his stool, a small pout formed on his lips, "Alright then..how about..Drake?"
"No."
"Bruno?"
"No!"
"Ne-Yo? Ludacris? Wiz? Eminem?" Alfred's eyes brightened at the last name, grinning. "Let's name our son Eminem!"
Closing his eyes, The Briton sighed and took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose lightly, attempting to calm himself down. It was only a week, he reminded himself, after that...
Another sigh and he finally spoke, "No, Alfred. We will not name the baby Eminem. And he is not our son."
Alfred released a small gasp from his lips, slowly moving his hands over the plastic head of the child. "Arthur..!" He seemed to replace his normal tone with a mix between a scolding and whispering tone, "Don't say that?"
"Why the bloody hell not?" He snapped lightly, glarring at the American and crossing his arms over his chest, "You can't tell me what I can and cannot say.."
He frowned. "Our sons gonna have abandonment issues then..! You want him thinking you don't love our son Adam?"
"No." The Briton responded to the name, and then continued, "Alfred-it's a plastic-"
Alfred cut Arthur off mid-sentence, blue eyes meeting with his own ivory green ones. "So-we decided right? You're the wife in this?"
Arthur blinked. Once, twice..
Alright-he was taking this much too seriously. "Wife? Like I said, I'm a bloody man, you-"
"Cool! It's decided then!" The blonde haired boy grinned, letting out an obnoxious laugh, "You're the Mama and I can be the Papa!"
Slowly, he lowered his head onto the cool surface of the table, clamping his eyes shut tightly, trying to release his hands from the fists they were forming. It was for a good grade..He had to stay calm..
"Hey-Wifey?"
Arthur ignored him, trying to calm himself down.
"You know, Wifey, I should probably get you a ring..To symbolize our marraige. If not, Brett might take it the wrong way."
"Brett?" He muttered out gently, not looking up from the counter.
"Yeah-You like that name? Brett Jones-Kirkland."
The blonde haired Briton turned his head, not lifting it from the black countertop. "Why does your last name go first..?" He didn't admit it-but Brett didn't sound too bad.
"Because I'm the man in this. Duh?" He raised an eyebrow, "So Brett's cool for you?"
Giving in, he gave a light sigh and nodded his head slowly. He was too tired for this. Arthur just wanted to go home and make a cup of tea, relaxing in his room and catching up with some homework that needed to be done.
This baby was going to be a problem. A very, very big problem.
"'Kay, so..I can take him tonight if you want." Alfred offered after a moment of silence, looking back out the window, "Then I can give him to you say, Second period when I pass you in the hall?"
"Sounds good to me, I suppose." Arthur decided not to argue, closing his eyes again to try and get a few minutes of rest in before the bell.
"Right-then we can sit together at lunch and watch him together? You have it before this class, right?"
"You don't have lunch sixth period.." Arthur remarked, "As I last heard from your brother, you had it fifth.."
Alfred rolled his eyes, "Psh. I'm sure Chem won't miss me that much, dude."
Before Arthur could respond to such a stupid remark, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class period. Chairs started to squeak loudly against the tile as girls packed up their makeup and books, half of them carrying a baby out the door.
Refusing to get up, The Briton let out a low groan and continued to sit there, trying to get another minute or two in.
"Alright then, see you later, Wifey.."
He felt something ruffle his hair lightly. Feeling his face heat up slightly, he slowly got up and saw the retreating figure of Alfred walking out, Baby in hand. Touching the top of his head lightly, he questioned why Alfred had just ruffled his hair.
Then he narrowed his eyes at his back and frowned. Arthur made himself a mental note-Never let Alfred Jones call you 'Wifey' ever again..
Picking up his belongings, he sighed and walked into the hall, turning the corner and beginning to walk to his final class of the day. Suddenly amoungst the crowd of people, he heard a robotic baby cry play loudly.
"Ah, Crap! It's crying already?"
Looking over his shoulder, The green eyed boy watched as Alfred fumbled around, trying to figure out what was wrong with 'Brett Jones-Kirkland'.
Groaning loudly, Arthur turned and lightly smacked his head against the navy lockers.
This was going to be a long project.
