A/N: Hello again! Something I forgot to mention is that I'll update this fic every Friday, since I already finished writing it. Warnings, disclaimer and pairings can be found in the first chapter.
So...the first chapter's reference was...SUPERNATURAL! Dean and Sam own a '67 chevvy impala, and as much as I know (I don't watch supernatural, but my friend just won't shut up about it!) Dean calls the car "baby".
Clue: This chapter's reference is quite hard to spot. Good luck!
The door of the classroom opened and in strolled the French teacher Francis Bonnefoy. "Bonjour, mon chéris!" he waved playfully at the class holding a stack of papers in the other hand.
-"Bonjour monsieur Bonnefoy!" The girls gave a dreamy sigh and the guys rolled their eyes. "Now then, for today my lovelies we have…" the teacher started to explain the schedule of the lesson. Gilbert hid a yawn behind his hand and preferred to watch the Canadian kid who listened carefully to what the teacher said and took notes. "So cute…I wonder what he looks like without glasses." Gilbert mused. Suddenly Francis hit a desk with his hand making a deafening crack and snapping Gilbert back to reality. "Gilbert Beilchmidt! Were you even listening to what I just said?"
-"No." Gilbert answered honestly with a smug smirk plastered onto his face. The teacher sighed and brought his hand to the forehead overdramatically. "Can anyone tell Mr. Beilchmidt what I just told you?" he addressed the class. Only one hand was raised, but it looked like the teacher just ignored it. Gilbert decided to have mercy on the poor ignored student and pointed out "Err… Monsieur Bonnefoy, I think there's someone in the first row who wants to tell me." The teacher frowned. "Huh? Where?" he asked while looking around.
-"Blond kid, glasses, red hoodie, first row." Gilbert added information kindly.
-"I still can't see him. Mr. Beilchmidt, if this is one of your pranks I swear I'll-oh! Here you are! Please forgive me, Mr. Williams, my bad. So, what you have to tell Mr. Beilchmidt?"
The boy stood up and said quietly "Monsieur Bonnefoy said that today we will continue studying grammar, read a short story and he will return our tests." He sat back and Gilbert grinned at him, making the blond blush. The teacher nodded and smiled approvingly and started the lesson.
Finally when class was about to end he clapped his hands and announced "And now I will return your tests. When I call your name come to my desk to get it." He sat at his desk and took the first paper out of the giant stack. "Yao Wang." the Asian boy, who was also rumored as the student who never got any other grade but A+, stood up and walked confidently towards the teacher. "Excellent, as always." the teacher commented. "Matthew Williams." The quiet blond boy stood up. "Excellent as always as well." the Frenchman offered a kind smile at the shy student before continuing. The students walked to the desk and returned with papers in their hands one after the other. "And lastly, Gilbert Beilchmidt." Gilbert pulled himself up lazily and strolled towards the teacher as all the girls watched him with starry eyes, silently fangirling over him. Before giving the albino his test the blond man leaned in and said quietly "stay after class."
"Class dismissed!" he said loudly and everybody ran to the door, except for Matthew and Gilbert. "I hope Gilbert will be okay." he thought, worried about the albino. "Though…why do I even care?" he asked himself, surprised at his own thoughts.
When they were completely alone Francis threw off all of his playfulness. "Gee, looks like I'm in trouble if he doesn't flirt with me." Gilbert thought, a little disturbed by how serious his teacher looked. "Take a look at your grade." Francis asked. Gilbert unfolded slowly the piece of paper. "Well… it's not THAT bad." he mumbled. The teacher in front of him exploded. "Not that bad?!" he yelled in disbelief mixed with anger, jumping out of his seat and forgetting all formalities. "Not that bad?! Gilbert, you got four! Out of hundred! And you tell me it's not that bad?! Your condition is absolutely horriblé! " he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He sank down into his chair once again and said in a more composed tone "Look, you're smart, I know you are. If you weren't, you wouldn't be able to pull off all of your pranks. But you're not even trying." The blond sighed in frustration. He took out the class journal and opened it. "I think I'll just assign you a tutor." he said finally. "What?!" Gilbert couldn't believe his ears. "Oh, come on Frenchie, you know I don't need any-"
-"Don't you dare call me that! And you do need a tutor." The teacher cut him off coldly. He turned the journal towards Gilbert and pointed at a certain place. "Your grades from the beginning of the year on different assignments, quizzes and exams were 16, 18, 10 and 7. And now only 4! I really don't want you to fail, Mr. Beilchmidt. But I'm afraid there's no other way than assigning you a tutor." The journal was snapped shut. "I will call you for a meeting when I will decide who your tutor will be. Au revoir." and with those words the Frenchmen walked out of the classroom.
Gilbert stayed for a few minutes right in the place he was without moving. "I don't want a tutor." He scowled. "With my luck I'll get stuck with that smartass Yao." He thought bitterly. "Damn it all!" he yelled greatly frustrated and stomped off to the hallway.
In the hallway he met his homeroom teacher, Arthur Kirkland. "You look quite down. What's the matter?" Arthur asked in concern. He was known by his caring temperament when he was calm, British pride and his total destruction power when he was furious. The albino gave a deep sigh. "It's nothing, just Frenchie told m-"
Arthur cut him off frowning "Oi, what we said about talking this way about your teacher?" Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Fine, Monsieur Bonnefoy decided to assign me a tutor. I still don't know who it is, but-" The Brit didn't even wait for his student to finish. "My students are great! They don't need any tutor!" he raised his voice slightly. "I'll talk to him right away!" he stated heatedly and stomped off muttering under his breath something that sounded suspiciously like "That damned frog…" Gilbert blinked at his teacher's outburst, but soon a smirk found its way to his face. "That's the way to go!" he thought, proud of the Brit.
"I don't care! He'll work it out somehow!"
-"Chéri, he won't."
-"Shut up, frog! Talk English! Don't you dare to underestimate my students! When was the last time you-"
-"Arthur." The Brit was so surprised that his declared arch-enemy used his actual name that he stopped his wild flow of words and insults in an instant. Suddenly he noticed what was out of place: Francis was serious. He didn't try to mock or tease him even once since they started this argument.
"I have more than one reason to assign Gilbert a tutor. Not only that his French needs improvement urgently, but also I'm going to assign him a very specific kid." the taller blond uttered mysteriously. "You see, there is a boy in my class, I always forget his name, but Gilbert just can't take his eyes off of him. And same goes the other way. The kid is a great student, but every second he doesn't have to concentrate on the lesson he wastes on Gilbert." Arthur narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What are you implying, frog?" the Frenchman threw up his hands at the nickname. "Mon dieu! Do you Englishmen have anything else in your head besides tea? This is amour! I saw it for already a few months, and you know I can't just leave it as it is!"
-"They are just a little distracted, there's nothing in it. You're coming from a country filled with perverts, and that's why you see love in every corner!" Suddenly the taller man was too close to Arthur's comfort. His eyes were twinkling like two blue stars and he took the Brit's chin between his thumb and forefinger gently. "Oh? You want to make it a bet?" he asked playfully, returning to his old usual self. Arthur's face immediately became as red as a tomato and he jumped away quickly. "D-Don't touch me, you pervert!" he yelled angrily. "And…" he thought for a while. "I accept the bet! If I win, you will get out of my sight for the rest of the year!"
-"And if I win you will go out with me, mon petit lapin." The Frenchmen was satisfied.
-"Deal." Arthur smirked and the two shook hands.
