Warning: People jerking off! Homophobia!Yaoi, Slash, boyxboy, UsxUk, mentions of Hetero relationships, language.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't ask.

Summary: Alfred Jones, star quarterback of Hetalia Academy. The most popular guy in school and also extremely homophobic, which is why Arthur is his new favourite 'victim'. But Arthur has no intentions of grovelling in the dust for him. Punk!ArthurxJock!Alfred.

Author's notes: I could have sworn that I planned to make this chapter longer than it currently is, but for some reason I kept feeling that all the extra info I had planned to give about Alfred would jeopardise his part as the mysterious bully. I tried to make it up to you guys by focussing a lot of my time and effort to work on the content of this chapter, I hope you guys enjoy it ^^.

This chapter is written from Alfred's point of view, because I wanted to flesh out his character. I'm not trying to justify Alfred's actions, but I still wanted to create at least a tiny bit of sympathy for him. Otherwise the upcoming UsxUk parts would be very awkward for me to write -.-'.

I also wanted to let you guys know that I'm currently looking for someone to Beta this story. I'm dyslectic and English is not my first language so it's difficult for me to take out all the spelling and grammar mistakes by myself. I want to thank everyone who pointed out my mistakes, I tried to pay more attention to them in this chapter. Furthermore I want to give a HUGE thanks to all the people who reviewed, you guys are awesome! Enjoy the next chapter ^^.

Chapter 03:

In which denial is sometimes better than acceptance.

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Alfred let his forehead rest against the cool bathroom tiles. His head had been spinning this whole afternoon making him feel sick and on edge. These four walls of glass and tiles functioned like a membrane between him and the real world, filtering out everything that put pressure on him. It left him feeling naked, literally as well as emotionally. In this little cage he could finally let go, even if it was just for a while.

Alfred led out a sigh as he felt the tense muscles in his lower back relax under the warm water of the shower. His thoughts slowly started to reorganise themselves as his headache disappeared.

What had happened this afternoon had been a mistake and it was clear as hell to Alfred that it had not been his fault to begin with. He blamed the Frenchman for his fight with the Brit. After all, if the blond had just kept his mouth shut Alfred wouldn't have been so angry and upset. He could clearly remember the words the blond man had whispered to him before Alfred had walked out of the door.

"You really should be more honest with yourself Jones."

The man's words had reverberated though his head all morning. When he bumped into the punk Alfred had been so frustrated he could barely think straight. Picking fights with the green haired boy had been a piece of cake. Alfred tensed as images from this afternoon's fight started flashing through his head.

Arthur Kirkland… that boy was strong, not only physically, but mentally as well. The punk was true to himself, he didn't care what other people thought about him. That determination he had seen in the Englishman's eyes still filled Alfred with jealousy. Why could someone like that be strong in ways the American couldn't even dream of being?

It just wasn't fair. Alfred had tried so hard to fit the mould, to be everyone's hero. That's what his parents had always taught him. It was what the world expected him to be. It angered him to see people being so open about their sexualities. Why was it ok for them to be so carefree about who they dated? Who gave them the privilege to be accepted for who they were while Alfred had to try so hard? It pissed him off!

He hated people like that, because they had things he couldn't have and did things he couldn't do, but at the same time he feared them as well. That dangerous combination of fear and loathing often pushed him over the edge. Feelings he never wanted to have would cloud his judgment and the only way he knew how to get rid of those emotions was through violence.

Alfred had loved the feeling of punching Arthur's yaw and pulling on his hair. The punk's growls and whimpers had given him urges he could barely contain. And then the feeling of those lips on his…

Alfred shivered as his own tongue darted out to lick his lips in order to relive those sensations. What he had felt back then… could it be that he really was…

No! He slammed his fist against the white porcelain tiles. Alfred Fucking Jones was not a fucking queer! Everything had been going so well these last few months. He barely had any urges left, but that kiss had changed everything! That such a simple touch could so easily break through his barriers was something Alfred could barely comprehend. All the emotions he had worked so hard to lock away, deep into the far corners of his heart, had started flooding out.

Alfred's breathing sped up as he looked down to see that his cock was already half hard. 'Shit!' he thought as he banged his head against the wall. He couldn't leave it like this, that would just end in even more frustration on his part. 'Ok, ok, think of breasts, think of breasts, think of breasts…'

Alfred silently continued this mantra in his mind as he slowly started toying with the head of his erection. 'Kay now imagine someone incredibly sexy…' Alfred mentally instructed himself 'How about that one girl on the cheerleading squat, the one with the big jugs. What was her name again? Kat-something-something?'

It didn't mater that he couldn't remember her name, all that mattered was that he would be jerking off to the image of a female body, like a normal boy. He tried to imagine her all wet and naked lying on the bathroom floor, but instead of a well equipped cheerleader his brain conjured up an entirely different image. The person his inner eye saw didn't have big boobs, instead they where incredibly flat chested. In fact the person wasn't a girl at all!

Alfred gasped when he felt his cock twitch at the thought of those smothering green eyes ogling every part of his exposed body. Unruly green hair was spread over the floor, swaying in the water like seaweed. Alfred didn't know why that weird imagery turned him on so much, maybe it was because that hair belonged to someone.

Someone he had to admit had been stuck in his head ever since this afternoon. His heart hammered in his chest as the body before him started to take shape. He could now clearly see his face, those thick eyebrows knit together in ecstasy. He imagined what that lean body would look like naked, all supple and flexible, like a cat.

Well defined stomach muscles presented themselves to him. He felt the strange urge to lick that rosy skin there. He wondered what his tongue would feel like on that body. Would the boy's skin be all salty and wet as his muscles quivered underneath Alfred's slick organ?

Alfred groaned as he wrapped his hand fully around his now leaking member. In the back of his mind he heard a voice say that this wasn't right, he shouldn't be doing this while thinking of the punker, but he ignored it in favour of the pleasure he was experiencing.

He thought of what that boy's lips could have done to him if they had been kissing an entirely different part of his body. He saw his imaginary Arthur stick his tongue out and lick the head of his cock in one swift move. He repeated that thought over and over again like a broken record as he used his thumb imitate that movement.

'God this is sick!' Alfred thought as he moaned wantonly. Why was this happening to him? He could feel himself getting closer and closer to completion. A warm sensation burned in his stomach as hot as lava, it spread through his body like wildfire. His knees shook in anticipation as his brain conjured up one last image.

Arthur on his hands and knees in front of him, his lips glistening with Alfred's pre-cum as he whispered to him in a low rough voice: "Easy cowboy."

That was all Alfred needed to come undone. He groaned loudly, not caring who heard him as his legs gave out underneath him. He sat there on the shower floor for a good five minutes before he finally got back to his senses. Realisation settled in his stomach like a block of cement as the water washed away the evidence of his euphoria.

He glared at his cock in disgust, as if it was the organ's fault that Alfred had these sickening desires. In the end he decided to put this incident on his long list of 'stuff that didn't happen.' He slowly got out of the shower, the muscles in his legs still felt like jello. He dressed in a shameful silence, before moving into the hallway.

He walked passed Matthew's room and noticed that door was open. 'That's weird,' Alfred thought 'Matt rarely leaves his door unlocked.' He pulled the door fully open and looked around the room. Matthew was nowhere in sight. Alfred noticed in shock that the window was opened wide.

He ran towards the window and stuck his head out. The curtains swayed in front of his eyes for a bit, before he pushed them out of the way with a frustrated growl. A cluster of vines that grew next to the window rustled a bit. Alfred's eyes followed the vines downwards before his gaze met the eyes of a very bewildered Matthew.

His twin squeaked and quickly climbed down the rest of the vines, trying to get away from Alfred. 'Oh no you don't!' Alfred thought as he quickly made the decision to follow his brother, wherever the boy might be sneaking of to. He wasn't going to stay here and take the blame for his sibling's actions. Alfred started to climb down the vines as well. His hair was still wet from the shower, but his strange desires were already forgotten.

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Author's notes: So Alfred is struggling with issues of his own. I wonder what would happen if my two walking social disasters finally get together? I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas for this story, I always take suggestions seriously and try to make your ideas fit into the story.

Since a lot of people reacted really well to my question about who should top, I wanted to ask you guys an other question: Who would you like Francis to end up with in the end? I'm not promising anything, but I would love to read your opinions about this ^^.