Arthur placed the whisky-filled glass on the counter in such a way, that the dark-gold liquid nearly spilt onto the matt. He looked at Francis furiously. "...HOW could he do that to me?! How?! You can't imagine what I've been going through." He clenched his free hand into a fist. The Englishman took another sip of the drink. "I don't want that kid in my class! I can't concentrate on anything and for the whole hour he just stared at me. Like this!" The man grabbed Francis's shirt and glanced right into his eyes suggestively... he let go quickly. "Do you get it now?"

"Mon ami!" The Frenchman moaned while drying-out another glass of brandy. "I understand you perfectly! His brother is in my -mon dieu!- class! And he sits there, all flushed and just smiles at me sweetly from underneath these angelic bangs! This boy has taken away my human language, Arthur!" He finished with another dramatic sip.

"...This is impossible." The Englishman replied sceptically. "No one will ever shut you up! And... He only smiles, he's a good boy! A... Alfred... he... he's up to no good goddamnit! I know that he's planning some mischief." He whined painfully. "You have no idea how tall he's grown. He's taller than me, can you imagine? And he's got broad shoulders and wears glass..." He stopped. Bragging about the brat was the last thing he needed!

"Well, but he didn't do anything to you yet! And Matt..." Francis sighed before continuing. "He walked up to me when everyone left and then... ah!" He covered his eyes with his hand "...and says, 'I'm glad we can meet again Francis... I mean... professor.' And then he went all red and run off! Can you imagine THAT?! Is he doing it on purpose? Is it to seduce me?"

"But... he never touched you." Arthur stated dramatically. "Matt.... Matt is an adorable child! He can't do anything to you... I'd be more afraid for him, especially now that you believe he's seducing you." He shook his head. "We're done. They'll fire us... and everything because of this good-for-nothing headmaster. But... I still haven't told you everything. Another whisky please!" he called

~~*~~*~~

Arthur sighed with relief only when the kids started packing away and before exiting each one of them said 'Goodbye professor' when passing him. He wanted to forget about this lesson. A few times he was stuttering even though it never happened to him before... and everything because a certain pair of sky-blue eyes was observing him the whole time. The whole lesson. He was sure that the agony was over; the English teacher turned around and started to clean the board. A pair of strong, warm hands rested on his hips and pulled him close to a wide chest. Arthur jumped up as if burnt and glanced behind. He wasn't even surprised to see the handsome face only a few inches away from his own. He could feel his cheeks turning red with anger. Or that's how he liked to explain it anyway. "W...What do you think you're doing?!" He asked. Suddenly, Arthur felt really warm.

"Hello, I've missed you too." The blond murmured huskily, and his hot breath ticked the older man's cheek.

"Let me go, immediately." Arthur growled quietly all the angrier that Alfred's voice was low and seductive. "...you don't understand where you are... and who you're talking too."

Al chuckled quietly. "You're even cuter now than back then, the main difference is though..." suddenly, the American pulled Arthur's hips harshly close to his own and whispered seductively right into the man's ear. "I'm not a kid anymore Iggy."

The Englishman could perfectly well feel what he was talking about. Just as suddenly as he grabbed him, Alfred let go and left the classroom quietly.

~~*~~*~~

"Niiice... he's starting rough..." Francis was looking at his companion extremely intrigued. "So what? Is he big there?"

"You're an idiot! And here I thought that you'd understand ... 'tis sexual harassment at work!" Arthur shouted at the Frenchman, his eyes were glazed due to the alcohol. "And... how am I supposed to know" he snorted. "I don't give a damn!"

"Mon ami... you're all red" Francis laughed and murmured theatrically. "You're denying it now, and while in the shower... the fingers do the walking! He he he..."

Since he wasn't all that sober the good manners went to hell and Arthur poured the whisky at his 'friend'. "You're gross. I... I would never... something like this. Ah." Of course he was still all flushed.

"But you liked it when he grabbed you, didn't you?" Francis asked while trying to dry himself with a paper tissue and failing.

"...No! I mean..." Arthur looked at his, again, empty glass "...I was warm." His voice was a little gentler. "...But that's it."

"Riiiiiiiight... but you wouldn't resist if he were to... boldly...on the desk..."

"Sh...Shut up!" The Englishman covered Francis's mouth before he managed to finish the sentence. "What should I do now?!" He asked while looking into the blue eyes.

"Well..." The Frenchman scratched his chin. "It would probably be best to wait and see 'ow it unf'lds" he finished vaguely while moistening his lips with the drink.

"...If I will wait... then I don't know what this kid is going to do with my head..." Arthur mumbled and ordered another drink even though he shouldn't. "...And you're not scared at all about what's going to happen?" He glanced at his companion with the corner of his eye.

"What he does with your head is the least of your worries..." Francis sighed. "Actually...no. I'm not scared, why?"

"And if... Matthew... you know, falls in love? But seriously?" The Briton murmured. He preferred to put it this way but inwardly he prayed that this wouldn't be the case with Al. On the other hand it was vague hope and Arthur didn't know how to cope with it. "You'll see him at school everyday... it's not this easy."

"He's going to fall for me... so it's not a problem. After all, Al already decided that you'll be his wife, right?" At the end Francis burst out laughing which finished with hiccups.

"...You know perfectly well that this is the reason why I couldn't work there anymore! And... I have no intention of being anyone's... wife. Even you keep telling me that to do that you must cook... well." Arthur's voice was shaking.

"Al can... I mean... better than you anyway. You can clean and give birth to the kids..."

Arthur let out a strange sound and it was difficult to say whether he was laughing or crying –one thing which was certain was that he has had way too much to drink. "Hooooow could they have done that to meee!" he whined. "Idiot! Alfred is a bloody idiot, baka, baka!" he shook his head.

"...But... you fancy him... Oui?"

"....No! No way." Arthur denied firmly. "Who would fancy some scatterbrained, always smiling, tall and handsome idiot..."

"I got you here Artie... I tooootally got you!!!" Francis squeaked pleased.

"Go ahead, keep lying to yourself! I'm going home! Right! Out with this silliness!" the Englishman said and got up from the stole... it wasn't a good idea because immediately he slipped and nearly fell at Francis, catching the counter at the very last moment.

"...And off you went!"

It didn't matter how much he had to drink. No one cared that he only slept for 3 hours... which by the way one couldn't really call sleeping. Arthur was certain that it was because recently he hadn't much contact with his 'little friends' that the whole world hated him and the bell wanted to kill him. Two aspirin pills didn't help either and from the very morning he was raising his voice at anyone who dared to speak louder than in a whisper... of course he was regretting it quickly. As if this wasn't enough... the lazy French Frog didn't even come to school although he hadn't had more to drink than Arthur. And what did this mean? SUPPLY TEACHING! Sitting at his desk, he was watching as 3C was filling up the classroom.

"He looks mad" "Rather hangover!" There were whispers and giggles in the classroom. Al cocked his eyebrows. "Shut up or you'll get it." He growled and there was silence while everyone was getting prepared to the lesson.

Arthur glanced at the class with subtle surprise and when his sight rested on Al's face he immediately looked in another direction feeling his cheeks turning red. He didn't want to even think about it. "Ready?" He growled standing up. For today he had planned a morbidly boring lesson, they'd have to work by themselves because he had no intention of talking or answering questions especially since his voice was already somewhat husky. Arthur grimaced awfully and rumbled to himself. He glimpsed at the lesson plan. "You'll all be thanking me, because I'm giving you the opportunity to prepare for tomorrow's test. Prepare a plan and write three quick essays about the given topics based on the set text. This will be a marvellous exercise." The Briton stated and turned to the table where he quickly wrote the topics for the essays. "Hurry up. What you don't finish in class you'll be doing for homework, ready to hand in tomorrow." He added and sat behind his desk. "Questions?" His face implied that it was better not to ask any.

"Can we work in pairs, professor?" asked no one other than the class representative himself. Well... one shouldn't be yelling at his favourite student... Arthur massaged his temples.

"Fine, very well. But if you're too loud you're all working by yourselves." He stated. Most likely, he just didn't have the energy to argue with anyone. His head was still pulsing with the blunt pain... it wasn't the age when he could just drink however he pleased.

"Kiku-chan? Will you sit next to me?" Alfred asked in a theatrical whisper. The class stopped paralysed, all staring at the young Japanese with cheeks in the gay colour of beetroot.

"I-If... you want me to..." he stuttered while looking at his clasped together hands.

"Of course, come on!" Al got up, took the brunette's things and placed them on his desk. Honda politely followed him.

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows slightly. Soon this brat will make his best student come over to the bad side! The man reached for the freshmen's tests and started marking them in order to occupy himself with something and not waste time. However, every now and then he would lift his head and look around the room. He tried, oh how much he tried not to look in Alfred's direction. Whenever his sight stopped there, Arthur couldn't help but to imagine the boy in the same way he had seen him at night. In the dream of course...! No. Stop. He will not be thinking about this. He'll forget about the dream. If he didn't remember it, it never happened. Morning erections were also the most natural thing for every healthy man. It didn't help though that the adorable pair was sitting very close to each other –their knees were brushing against each other underneath the desk!- and Al was speaking in such a low voice right into this... *cough*...meaning, Honda's ear; who was still all flushed and Al was giggling. And one would've thought that the Jap's smile was so innocent...!

The Englishman gritted his teeth and his lips formed a thin, tight line. Of course he couldn't reprimand them since they weren't loud enough... stupid Alfred! He should've banned changing places, but now it was all too late... wait a second. Why was he so angry about it? Arthur didn't like Honda hearing Al using this voice. Identical to the one he used to address Arthur in his dream. 'Now though, he's probably talking of something completely different." He thought with a strange sense of satisfaction.

Suddenly, Al took the Asian's hand in his own and it seemed as if he were comparing them with fascination. Honda glanced at him hesitant continuously looking down. If one were to think about it... then if... IF Alfred felt something for Kiku then it is only their business and Arthur should be grateful to have his peace back. Now however, instead of being happy and grateful he observed them discreetly and felt that he was boiling inwardly. A little longer and he'll just leave the classroom or explode. The second option wouldn't be pleasant. Honda got on with writing, and the sky-blue eyes met the eyes of the non-pedagogically mad professor. And what did the cheeky brat do?! Well, what?! He send Arthur a kiss and winked at him! O! That's what!

The Briton flushed red with anger and he was all about to get up but then reminded himself that the whole class was in the room. For a moment he pondered over telling Alfred to stay after lessons but... this would mean that they would stay in the room alone. The Englishman remembered perfectly well what happened when he let that happen last time.

The last desk got his attention again: the two boys were bending over the piece of paper, cheek to cheek and they were chatting about something with excitement. The man finally sighed. "I'd like to remind you, you don't have the whole day! So get to work, it's not time for chit-chat." He murmured and got off the chair. He decided to walk around the room to see how everyone was getting on... and to investigate what was going on here. The pair that was so lost in conversation completely ignored him; Alfred started writing. Arthur grinded his teeth again and pointed at Alfred's work with his finger. "At the end of the lesson I want to see that you have written more." He mumbled.

"As you wish, professor." Al murmured without larger concern.

Did it just annoy Arthur that Alfred seemed to don't give a shit about him? Indeed, it did. He started walking back in direction of his desk.

The bell rang suddenly and nearly killed the Englishman.

He cursed quietly –his head nearly bursted. "Tomorrow I'm expecting you'll be ready to hand in your essays, don't forget about the test. That's it. Class dismissed." He said. He waited for Alfred. In a moment he'll be able to tell him off; the thought alone lifted his mood immensely.

The blond American sent Kiku off three times repeating to him that nothing bad will happen and there was nothing to worry about; after this he calmly walked over to Arthur's desk and showed him a piece of paper full of writing. "You shouldn't drink if you're going to work the next day." He stated somewhat worried. "Or you should just take a day off, like Francis." Alfred was rummaging through his bag and pulled out a bottle. "Here... it's green tea- perfect for hangover, it should help you." He passed the bottle to the man.

"...I don't think this tone of address is appropriate, Jones." Arthur spoke to the boy using his surname. Cocky kid! "Professor Bonnefoy surely wouldn't be pleased to know you're using his first name." Yeah. Right. He'd be jumping up and down with joy. "And any way... I'm not hangover. And if I were it's none of your business!" he looked down at the piece of paper and unfortunately had to admit that Alfred wrote quite a lot. He needed to find something to complain about though. "This is an English class. Switch to British please. It's 'behaviour', not 'behavior'." He did it. He looked right into the anxious, blue eyes of doom and he felt a shiver going down his back. Arthur practically pushed the piece of paper into the boy's hand. "Finish it at home."

Alfred rested one hand at the desk, and gently took Arthur's chin in the other lifting it slightly. "You're still cute when you're angry." He purred with a smile and for a short while brushed his lips against the older man's. "Well then! Goodbye Iggy!" The American winked at him playfully, and he was off.

Arthur stayed where he was and stared at Alfred with wide open eyes. Did he just...? Yes. This youngster just kissed him. "Get out!" he cried needlessly and it made the hangover remind him of its presence. The man moaned and sat back in his chair hiding his face in his hands. So what is he supposed to do?! Sexually deprived adolescent, his student at that, who dreamed Arthur to become his future bride over 10 years ago... still had some feelings for him. The fairies have truly turned their backs on him.