A/N: Hey! My first fic posted. It's kind of connected to something my BFF, key2thekingdom, is (hopefully) going to post, but i hope it can stand on it's own! R/R plz! I OWN NOTHING! CONTAINS YAOI! DUH!
Lips touched, and mingled, sending strange electricity through Arthur's body. This something he had never experienced with Francis, or anyone else he had been with. The two separated, for they needed air, and almost immediately locked lips again. The electricity became more intense, making him make noises that he had never made before. The kiss ended again, and Arthur looked up into beautiful brilliant blue eyes, that no one could ever rival, and ran a hand through soft, wheat colored hair, the only flaw in it being the charming cowlick on top.
"You know, you make cute noises Artie." He whispered, in that American accent that Arthur secretly adored. After that hands roamed, lips and tongues battled for dominance. Intense pain, pleasure, and love was felt from both parties, but...
After they were done, and those lips mumbled, "I love you." Arthur would always...
Wake up.
Arthur's eyes fluttered open, ending that wonderful dream he had every night. Leaving the boy in his dreams behind, for the reality of the world.
"Arthur, get up or we'll miss the bus." His younger brother shouted from the other side of the door. Arthur reacted quickly, shedding his pajamas and underclothes (which had become quite sticky) and put on his school uniform with an embroidered union jack in the corner.
A sigh ran past his lips as he scurried down the stairs a few minutes later, quickly starting breakfast for his mum and brother. His mother gave him a warm smile, along with her usual blank stare.
"Good Morning, Arthur." His mother said quietly, still as British as the day they flew out of that hell called London, "Did you sleep well?"
"Extremely well Mum," Arthur set down a plate of eggs for both his Mum and Peter, and she smiled. Arthur smiled back, masking his feeling of sinfulness for his enjoyable dreams
"I slept well too! I had a dream that I was living on a boat with Ravis, and we caught fish and our chef was a unicorn named Uni!" Arthur was grateful for Peter's rambling of his bizarre dream. It gave him time to think, whilst he ate his eggs. It was soon after they finished that they heard the loud honk of the school bus from out front. Peter ran out the door with his bag, and Arthur grabbed his bag as well and left, but only after giving his mother a kiss on the fore head.
It was only an hour or so later that Arthur found himself in his homeroom class, sitting by himself like every other day since he moved here. He took advantage of his lonesomeness though, it gave him time to analyze people.
Behind him sat an albino, known as Gilbert, and next to him a quiet, blonde Canadian whose name he couldn't quite place. The two were best friends since as long as he's been here, most likely longer, and it seemed that they liked one another. Gilbert's face would brighten up every-time he saw the blonde, and cuddled him every chance he had in the middle of class. The Canadian wouldn't complain, as the strange albino would cuddle into him, it was almost like he secretly enjoyed it.
The table in the back corner was occupied by another couple, a Lithuanian boy named Toris, and a cross-dresser that had a Polish flag on their uniform. The Pole, named Feliks, would constantly use words like, "Totally!" or "O.M.G." and the most wretched of all, "Like" used after every other word. Toris didn't seem to mind this though, he seemed to enjoy the skirt wearing fool's company.
Arthur continued his daily analyzes with the Italians. There names were Feliciano and Lovino, both with contrasting personalities, Lovino sat next to a Spanish fool named Antonio at the table next to Gilbert. Arthur had the unfortunate pleasure of the table next to his to be occupied by Feliciano and Ludwig. They were another couple, Feliciano would never stop talking about pasta and Ludwig would just nod, or occasionally bang his head against the table. Poor man.
Arthur could go on and on about his peers, he listened to their conversations, he knew their plans, their schedules, who they liked, who they despised, Who knew about his recent break up with Francis, and who was still left in the dark. Yes, he could go on for hours about every kid in the room, the kid in every seat, the only empty one being next to him.
That why it was such a big surprise to hear the Canadian speak of a new American student, whom was his brother. It was even more surprising when said American burst through the class room, huffing for air, yelling about being late because of being a new student.
Arthur could feel his heart race, at the same face, same voice, same amazing, brilliant, shining blue eyes he saw in his dreams every-night. It was all the same, and it made him happy, scared, excited, and a whirl wind of emotions he couldn't explain. He could explain everything from his Father leaving, to why is siblings were alcoholics, why everything horrible happened to him, but this just blew him away.
The teacher was speaking again, he only caught the part about dream boy sitting next to him. Arthur scowled, his default mode when he was thinking intensely. The boy walked up, sat next to him, and smiled flashing those beautiful pearly whites.
"Nice to meet you Artie, names Alfred F. Jones." That same Virginian drawl greeted, lending a hand out to shake. Arthur's breath was so blown away he barely had enough to make a snide comment.
