Today was finally, finally the day Alfred had been waiting for for ages. The day he could confess in some capacity. He'd finally graduated, and now he was free to do what he pleased. As yesterday, July fourth, had been his birthday, his eighteenth, he was even more free from the pains of being a minor.
His entire highschool life had been rather cliché, though. He'd done well in his classes, maintained his grades, had to choose between football and baseball because both were vying for him ( he'd chosen neither, instead investing himself in choir ), done a bit of community work, and had basically completed school in the most boring way possible.
Save for one thing.
During his senior year a new English-History teacher had come to the school. He was absolutely wonderful, with vibrant grassy green eyes, permanent sandy bead head, thick eyebrows, and the worst sense of style. Alfred hadn't even known that a twenty-three year old straight out of college could wear a sweatervest.
But that didn't matter, because Arthur was- is- the most wonderful person in the world. Gentle, fair, sweet, thoughtful. He had so much good in him, despite his gruff and ruffled exterior.
After less than a month of knowing Arthur, Alfred was already infatuated. Head-over-heels. But the poor boy had an amazing amount of restraint. He could hold pleasant conversation with the unknowing teacher, could be alone with him comfortably without showing his true affections.
Over the school year they'd become close enough, on a friend level, for Alfred to hang out at Arthur's house when his family was busy and he had no after-school activities, because Anime club was only held Wednesdays. He eventually found that he was even comfortable enough to sing in front of him, a thing he even denied his parents because he was far too shy about it. The only person he'd ever sang in front of one-on-one like that before was his brother Matthew, and he'd always sung the softer tenor parts despite his large build.
He'd done everything only in the hopes of being friends with Arthur, knowing full well that if he tried anything, even simply stealing a kiss, it could end badly. Everything about it, from the teacher-student relationship to the fact that Alfred was only seventeen at the time, screamed 'illegal'. And American court systems weren't lenient.
So Alfred waited, and waited, and waited, venting his feeling in the only way he could think of. He wrote letters.
And today, a day long past graduation, the day after his eighteenth birthday, it was finally time to deliver them.
He takes a deep breath to steel his nerves before he opens Arthur's mailbox and shoves the large stack of envelopes into it, before he turns towards Arthur's house, just wanting to look at it one more time. Surprised to actually see Arthur standing there, having apparently just woken up if the robe and the teacup were any indicators, Alfred immediately bolts, running home before Arthur even has the chance to wave hello.
Soooo, this is the start of my actual first multi-chapter fic. I plan on updating anywhere from once a month to once a week, because I'm really terrible at remembering to do these things and am rather sporadic.
The fic itself might end up being rather long, because it's going to comprise mostly of Alfred's letters to Arthur.
I really hope you enjoyed the prologue, despite it's shortness!