Sorry about the wait but here the next chapter enjoy!~ 33

Once Alfred took hold of the gold knob he opened the door rapidly and was about to spill his heart out but the sight before him was definitely something he was not expecting to be part of his heart felt confession.

Right before him was his beloved British man pushed against the creamy vanilla wall of the student council room by a familiar man with blond wavy hair who currently had his lips on Arthur's whom had an obvious flush across his face. He had come to know Francis best as Arthur's most hated enemy. Well that's what he was told and what he saw but by the looks of it, it seemed the complete opposite.

Alfred's heart twisted painfully as his grip on the door knob tightened and he resisted the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. "Are they so into it that they can't even take into account that I'm here!" He said angrily to himself.

Arthur had been shocked when the France had suddenly cornered him to the wall and placed his lips on his. He was too shocked to react at first but now that was simmering away and he decided to take control of the situation by pushing France away from him with all his strength.

The French man stumbled back obviously not expecting such force to come from Arthur's slender body.

Only when France's body was off him he noticed Alfred standing there at the entrance and were those tears in his eyes?

"How long has he been there, did he see Francis kissing me!" Arthur asked himself stiffening.

"What are you looking at Arthur?" France asked as he recovered from his stumble and turned around to spot the tall American at the door.

France only smirked as he faced him. "Hmm, what's this now, did you need something Alfred?"

That smile, that smug smile that France had on his face didn't sit well with Alfred he wanted nothing more than to punch it right off his face.

Unknown to Alfred France knew of his feelings for Arthur all too well, sure he hadn't been told by said person directly but he wasn't oblivious to it as everyone else seemed to be. The way Alfred's eyes would linger on Arthur, how he was so affectionate and clingy to the Englishman did not pass by him. He knew that this boy would be his competition for Arthur and he would be dammed if he let Alfred beat him to his precious Englishman's heart.

Though he could not help but feel incredibly content on the fact that he beat him to confessing and guessed he was caught kissing Arthur by the way the American boy was glaring deadly daggers at him.

Arthur sensed the tenseness in the room as he finally decided to speak up.

"Alfred…are you tearing up? Did someone hurt you, are you alright?" Arthur asked with an almost inaudible voice as he still tried to regain his barrings.

"Actually no I'm not alright and yes someone just absolutely crushed me to pieces, actually more like ripped by heart out and stomped on it but then again my feelings really don't matter do they? I mean we're not exactly friends anymore, right?" He responded with no attempt of covering the hurt in his voice.

"Alfred that's-"Arthur attempted to say but he was interrupted by Alfred.

"S'okay I'll leave now I see you have more important things to see to, sorry for intruding won't happen again." Alfred said as he proceeded to take on last hated glance at France and shut the door.

"Alfred!" Arthur yelled as he took off intending to catch up the stupid American to clear up this whole mess but was grabbed by the arm before he could set a foot outside the door.

"France let go! I got to catch up to Alfred and explain that this is a misunderstanding…that yesterday was a huge misunderstanding!" Arthur said desperately.

"Non." France said simply.

"What? What do you mean no! Let me bleeding go you frog! You have some nerve after what you just did!"

"Why?" France asked silently.

"Why what!" Arthur responded angrily.

"Why is he so precious to you?"

Arthur stopped attempting to get loose of his grip as he looked at France startled by his question.

France had felt an incredible surge of jealousy go through him once he saw how pained Arthur was when Alfred has left. He could not deny that he knew that Arthur held strong feelings towards the annoying American it was all too obvious. It just seemed that Arthur and Alfred were too oblivious to realize that their feelings were being returned to one another.

"I've known you longer and yet he knows you better than I, he's dearer to you, he's the one you want not me." Sadness flashed through his eyes as he loosened his grip on Arthur's arm.

"I've made it clear how I feel towards you and yet you'd rather go after someone who hurts you and someone who might not even love you?"

Okay that last part was a lie but he wasn't about to tell Arthur that and absolutely crush his chances.

"Alfred doesn't hurt me!" Arthur retorted.

"Look at yourself Arthur! You just said you wanted to clear up a huge misunderstanding you guys had yesterday, now it makes complete sense to why you were so mopey all morning! To why you had your eyes red when you came to school in the morning, to why you had a horrible headache, probably from all the crying and drinking you did last night!"

"How would you-"

"I've always watched you closely, even more so when I realized what I felt for you." He said plainly as if his words were as common and when talking about the weather.

"Then why wait till now to tell me!" Arthur asked exasperated.

"It never seemed like the right moment. Actually at one point I was close to telling you when you're family had that big party back in England three years ago for your older brother but you were still in your delinquent stage and I will admit I was intimidated that you or you horrendous friends might pummel me once I told you."

"Not that I minded that stage you always wore jeans that were so tight fitted and it really extenuated you derriere. And you had this absolute dominant aura about yourself. ~" France said dreamily.

Arthur blushed at this and the fact that he was being watched so intently for years by the perverted French man nonetheless!

"Don't speak about such things here at school are you trying ruining my reputation here!" Arthur hissed.

"Don't worry mon amour you're secret is safe with me." He said as he winked.

"But let's get back on track to what we were speaking of, why he and not I? Will you not give me a chance? And don't try to steer this conversation elsewhere Arthur."

"Well damn looks like he was screwed."

Ugh sorry whatever is wrong with this especially Francis french speaking of trying to say "my love" I don't know french. OTL Reviews please! They fuel me to write the next chapter sooner. Next chapter will be over how Alfred feels etc. Thank you for showing your interest in this story by the way, I never thought my story would get so much attention towards it. ;o; 333