I'm sorry for the late update! :O I've been a busy child. Thank you for the reviews! I know it's a few days early but Happy Thanksgiving! If you're not in the U.S...eat turkey anyway.

Oh. My. Shit. HETALIA SEASON 5 STARTS IN JAPAN ON JANUARY 25TH. It's so soon...*dies*

I found out two of my friends in school love Hetalia. That made me happy. We made our one friend read Hetalia, and she likes it now. She likes GerIta and UsUk. I love my school. :3

Remember how I told you that we pair our science and English teachers together? Well, my friends are making me write a smut about them and my friend said he'll illustrate it. :O My English teacher ALMOST saw what I was writing...

Enjoy!~


Mr. Williams walked into the kitchen to find his brother slouched over at the kitchen table. "Al?" he tapped his shoulder. Mr. Jones looked up dazedly. He had some colorful, sticky substance on his mouth and a wrapper stuck to his cheek. "….You ate too much candy, didn't you?"

"Uh, maybe," he put his hand over his mouth and burped.

"You were supposed to give candy out to the children."
"I did."

"Then how did you eat so much if you gave it away?"

"I gave it out for a little while…"

"Then you went inside and ate the rest, right?"

He nodded. "Ugh, can you hand me a napkin?"

"It's right next to you."

"Pleeeeeeasse," he whined. Mr. Williams gave him the napkin that was only two inches away.

Mr. Jones wiped his face. "Thanks."

"Hey, what happened with Ms. Spears and Principal Cloz today?" he sat down across from Mr. Jones.

"I told that hoe that I'm not interested," he rolled his eyes. "I told her that I'm gay and then she totally flipped out and, you saw the rest, right?"

"Everyone did. What did Principal Cloz do?"

"He put us both on probation, though he's gonna watch her more than me. He looked really pissed at her when I told him that I'm gay and that's why she called me a fag."

"At least he acted appropriately. But, you always seemed kind of chill with her stupidity. What made you finally tell her off?"

"Umm, oh yeah. She asked if I had plans after school, and I told her that I had to tutor Arthur. She called him a brat and that's when I wanted to punch her in the face. Heck, I'm surprised I didn't."

"Don't be so sensitive if someone says something about Arthur. They might get a little suspicious if you're too protective."

"He's my student, aren't I supposed to be protective of him?"

"To a degree, but don't go crazy. He's only your student, you know."

"Nu uh, he's my friend!" he flailed his arms. Mr. Williams looked at him with some confusion and some disapproval. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You know you can't get close with him."

"Yeah, I know! Okay? We've been over this."

"Alright, calm down. I just think that-"

"I don't care," he stood up and quieted Matthew's timid voice. "Why can't I at least be friends with him? Plenty of teachers are friends with their students."

"They're friendly," he kept his voice at its normal volume, "not friends."

"Nooo!"

Mr. Williams frowned and shook his head. "I know it's hard for you to like him. You can't be anything else to him but a teacher."

"Yeah?" he chortled. "You don't even know." He crossed is arms and looked away. "We're closer than you think," he mumbled.

Matthew stood up. "Alfred, are you really tutoring Arthur?"

He looked at Matthew and struggled to form an answer. If he told him, then Mattie might report him. But, he might not because they're close. If he does report him, he'll be fired. But if he lies, then he'll find out eventually. Matthew always blended into the background. You never knew when he was there silently watching and listening. He could easily sneak in the room and see for himself. Either way, he'll get screwed at some point.

"No."

"Then what are you doing?" he became fearful for the worst.

"We just talk and stuff."

"Stuff?"

"The most we do is kiss. I swear."

His expression gain slight horror. "So…He does like you?"

"Yep," he grinned. "No one can resist a hero."

"This is serious," he raised his voice (only very, very, VERY slightly).

"I know. You wanna know how this all happened?"

"Yes, please."

"We just talked more and more and, I don't know. We just clicked." He left out the part when he almost pinned Arthur to the chalkboard and kissed him. He didn't need to know that. Ever. "Matt, he's eighteen. He can make his own decisions, right? I told him a lot that if he wants to end it then he can." Mr. Williams was silent and Mr. Jones got a little worried. "We really don't do anything nasty. I'd never do that to him." Mr. Williams crossed his arms. "Okay," Mr. Jones sighed, "maybe not never. But definitely not anytime soon. I'm telling the truth."

"I believe you," he said. "But he's still you're student…"

"A young adult student, responsible for himself and his choices…Please don't tell anyone, Matt. Please. He's made me really happy over the past few weeks," he rubbed the back of his neck and blushed a little, "and I think I kinda make him happy, too." Mr. Williams just stared at the ground in thought. "Please, bro. It's not like I'm harming him in any way. Please don't tell," he folded his hands. "Please," he got on his knees. (Alfred on his knees… :P) "If he ever wants out of it then I'll stop. It'll be hard to do, but I'll manage it."

Mr. Williams was always a huge pushover. He did love his brother more than anyone and would hate to see him get in deep trouble. It was true that Alfred seemed much more cheery since the first few weeks of school. And he never did have a steady boyfriend. He knew that Alfred was a man of his word, so if Arthur wanted to break up, he would most likely follow his wishes. He looked down at Alfred's pleading blue eyes.

"I won't tell," he said at last, "as long as you be careful and don't force him to do anything."

"I promise," he said earnestly. He jumped up and hugged Matthew tightly. "Thank you so much, bro! I owe ya one!"

"Yeah, yeah," he stepped out of the hug. "Just remember: if you get caught, we both get fired."

He frowned. "Why would you get fired?"

"We're brothers; Cloz would know that I know. Plus, as the counselor, I'm supposed to be on top of any change in a student's behavior. He knows that I've talked with Arthur already. If he found out, he'd blame me for not trying to dig any deeper."

Mr. Jones' heart sank. Damn. This whole time he had not thought of the consequences that Matthew might face. "I don't want you to suffer for this…"

"Be careful and neither of us will."

For the rest of the night, Alfred felt stressed out. Come on, you've been keeping this cool for weeks. Nothing will happen. To take his mind off things, he started up his Xbox 360 and played the horror game Silent Hill: Homecoming. A mutilated nurse popped up on the screen swinging a knife around. Alfred screamed and pressed every button frantically. When the nurse slashed his player, he curled up into a tiny ball, cringing at the slicing sounds of the knife. He shook and whimpered until he heard his character take his last breath. After a few minutes, he slowly looked up to find "GAME OVER" on the screen. His shaking hand turned off his Xbox and took out the game disc. He jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his head. He succeeded in distracting himself, but was now horrified for the whole night. He just couldn't win.

Ms. Spears smiled at her reflection in the dirty school bathroom mirror. Her curly brown hair was held by a messy bun and her makeup beat that of a clown's. She made sure the top three buttons of her top were undone and she adjusted her chest. She went out of the lavatory holding her head up high. She saw Arthur sitting on the hallway floor tuning his guitar.

"Good morning, Arthur," she smiled.

He looked up and crinkled his bushy eyebrows. "Good morning, Ms. Spears." This was weird. She never acknowledged him.

"Thinking of auditioning for the talent show?" she asked with amusement.

Now this was really weird. "Uh, yes, actually."

"Know what song you're going to pick?"

"I'm doing a group act."

"Oh, that's nice. Auditions are this afternoon, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, you'll probably make it."

"Thanks…?"

"Welcome. See ya in math," she swished her hips away.

Arthur stared after her. That was weird. He shook his head and went back to tuning his electric guitar.

"Hey, little dude," Mr. Jones came up to him and smiled.

"Hello," he grinned back, feeling comfortable since they were the only ones in the hall.

"I haven't seen you with an electric guitar before."

"It's for the auditions today."

"Oh yeeeah. Ooo, whatcha gonna do?"

"It's right after school. Are you able to attend?"

"Ummm….I think I can."

"Then you'll see."

"Not cool," he glared.

"Hmph. Oh, the strangest thing just happened."

"What was it?"

Arthur lowly told him about Ms. Spears and Mr. Jones was confused as well. "I know for a fact that she doesn't like you," he put his hand on his chin, "so why would she take the time out to talk to you?"

"That's what I'm wondering. You think that she's trying to be nice after what happened yesterday?"

"I don't think so." He lowered his voice down to a near whisper, "If she bothers you, I'll take care of her. Got it?"

"Y-yes, sir," he blushed at how commanding Mr. Jones' voice sounded.

The teacher laughed. "Since when do you call me 'sir'?"

"Be quiet and go to your classroom," green eyes glowered into playful blue ones. Mr. Jones chuckled and strolled to his classroom. Arthur put his guitar in its case and took out his cell phone to play Temple Run. He was sitting in a way in which his knees were up and there was space between his legs and the floor. Mr. Kiddur came out of his classroom and stopped walking when he saw Arthur.

"Arthur," he called. "Don't move." Arthur looked at him in confusion. "Just, don't move." He took his keys out of his pocket and slid them on the floor, hitting Arthur's bag. "Aww, man!"

As he got his keys from the floor, Arthur just stared at him. "…What was the purpose of that?"

"I was trying to slide the keys between your legs and down the hall."

"…You made me lose Temple Run!"

"Oh, that game's dumb."

Mr. Bierfeld cleared his throat from a few feet away. "Do you have to harass the students on a daily basis?"

"I wasn't harassing him."

"Yeah, sure."

"Go back to your Shakespeare, shorty," he smiled and went back into his classroom.

Mr. Bierfeld huffed. "Stay away from that man," he told Arthur and went back into his room. Arthur laughed to himself and shook is head. Why couldn't he have normal teachers?

During history class, Mr. Jones gave Arthur's class a test. Arthur finished early and was disappointed to find that he had left his book in his locker. He rested his head on top of his arms and decided to daydream. Because his desk was in the front, there were many times when it took all of his willpower to look away from Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones was grading the tests from the other classroom and his expression was fixed into one of deep concentration. Arthur mentally slapped himself when he thought the image was sexy. Mr. Jones stood up after fifteen minutes and stretched. Arthur turned bright red when Alfred's tight-fitting pants were directly in his field of vision. Alfred stopped stretching and looked at Arthur, smiled, winked, sat back down, and continued grading. Arthur blinked a few times and then wanted to kick Alfred's shin. He put his head down and growled to himself. That bastard was just too much sometimes.

Francis put his arm around Arthur at the lunch table. "I saw what happened in history today."

"What are you on about, Gay Beard?"

"Mr. Jones had his crotch in your face when he stretched and you turned red as a cherry."

"I DID NOT."

"You really did!"

"Why were you looking over in our direction anyway?!"

"My eyes wandered as yours seem to do every history class."

"They do not!"

"Oh, please. Mr. Jones is your eye candy."

Arthur was about to punch Francis in the jaw when two hands grasped both of their shoulders.

"It's totally cool," Mr. Jones smiled down at them. "I'm everyone's eye candy."

Arthur's jaw hit the floor and everyone laughed at his expense.

"That is no way to talk to students!" Arthur pointed a finger at him.

He shrugged his shoulders. It is when you're the cool teacher," he waved his hand nonchalantly and walked away.

Elizaveta screamed into a napkin and kicked her feet under the table.

"What are you doing?" Feliciano tapped her shoulder.

"I believe the term is 'fangirling'," Kiku said.

Arthur got up from the table. "I am done with all of you."

Mr. Jones sat down in the auditorium. Since the talent show auditions were right after school, he and Arthur couldn't have their usual moments. But, it was worth seeing Arthur play. Mr. Jones always loved to see his students do what they do best, and he was especially delighted whenever he would hear Arthur play. He wished that they could play a duet one day. That would be a lot of fun. He sat through about six good auditions and two boring ones when it was Arthur's turn. He was in a group with Francis (how they managed to function in a group together, he would never know) and Elizaveta. Francis played the drums and Elizaveta was a singer. He smiled as soon as Arthur's fingers hit the strings. They performed the song "Out Tonight" from Rent. No members of the party made any mistakes and they, frankly, kicked ass. They took a bow and walked off the stage. Mr. Jones scurried to them and gave each of them high fives. "Man, I knew you guys were good but that was awesome! Eliza, your voice is so awesome! Francis and Arthur, you dudes are like rock stars!" They all thanked him rather sheepishly and exited the auditorium. Mr. Jones returned to his classroom to get his bag and keys. When he was about to leave, Ms. Spears appeared in the doorway.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Spears," he greeted her indifferently. Okay, something was up. First, she randomly decided to interact with Arthur and now she appears at the end of the day?

"Good afternoon, Mr. Jones. Let's talk."

Oh, great. "About what?"

She shut the door behind her and walked to him. "Just things. How are you?"

"You came here for a reason. I'm pretty sure it's not to flirt, so what is it?"

She scowled for a second, but her smirk returned. "You and Arthur."

Someone placed a clasp around his heart. "What about him and me?"

"Don't act dumb," she put her hands on her hips and smirked, "I saw you's."

"That's not a word."

"I don't care. That's not the point."

He shifted so he put his weight on his right leg. "Just get to the point."

"I saw him kiss you yesterday. I knew somethin' weird was going on, but now I saw it for myself."

"You have no proof. Cloz knows that you dislike me and he might think you're lying."

"It doesn't take a genius to figure you two out. You are awful close. All of the other teachers notice it. Even if he doesn't believe me, he has to look into it. He'll find out one way or another."

Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He bit the inside of his cheek. "…What are you planning to do?" he asked hoarsely.

"Tell Prinicpal Cloz, what did you expect? It's disgusting to see your student like that. That's like bein' a pedo, isn't it?"

He shook his head, but felt no need to clarify the age difference because he thought of something. "If you really thought it was disgusting, you would have told Cloz right away. But you didn't. You waited a day to confront me."

"I can keep my mouth shut."

He saw right through her. "Under what conditions?"

"You think I want something?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you're right."

"Is it money?"

"Nah…although that would be nice…"

"What were you originally going to request?"

She put her arms around his neck and all of his muscles tensed. "Be my boyfriend."

He shoved her arms off in repulsion. "No!"

"Fine," she shrugged. "Then I'll just tell and-"

"Wait!"

She stopped talking and looked at him with maliciousness masked with sweetness.

"What are the terms for this relationship?"

"Simple: hold my hand, take me places, buy me things, kiss me, and of course," she put her arms back around his neck and whispered in his ear, "sex."

"I," he shuddered, "I can't do that."

"But what about poor little Arthur?" she fake pouted. "You wouldn't want to get fired, would you? Then you'd probably never see him again."

"I…" The sensation of her breath on his ear made him want to vomit. He couldn't do this. "I can't…"

"Are you sure?"

He thought of the consequences Arthur and Matthew might face. He couldn't let them endure this bitch's wrath. Maybe he could just close his eyes and pretend it's Arthur when they…

"I'll do it," he whispered.

"It's actual a little cute how much you care for him. But for now on, only care for me that way. M'kay?"

"Yes, Marissa."

She kissed him on the mouth and he stood stiff. Don't think about yourself. He tried his best to imagine Arthur's face and kissed her back. Her breath smelled like coffee. Her perfume was so overwhelming that it gave him the urge to cough.

She pulled away and smiled. "This Saturday you're taking me to the mall, okay?"

"Sure," he forced his face muscle to form a grin.

"Good," she patted his cheek. "I gotta go home. Give me your number." They exchanged numbers and Alfred save her in his phone as 'Bimbo.' "Have a nice night, sweetie!"

"Yeah, you too."

He went home in a daze and went straight to Matthew. "She knows," he said simply.

"Who?"

"Ms. Spears. She knows."

His heart beat increased. He knew exactly what he meant. "How?"

"She said she saw him kiss me."

"What is she going to do?"

"I have to be her boyfriend or else she'll tell Principal Cloz."

His jaw dropped. "You're going to do it?"

"I have to."

"…What is she going to make you do?"

"E-everything," he hugged himself.

"Alfred, you can't do this."

"You can get in trouble. I'll get fired. Arthur might get in trouble."

"How?"

"He'll probably have to go to counseling. Look, I have to do this."

Around twenty minutes later, he received a text.

Bimbo:

Forgot to mention that if I see u with Arthur outside of class then im gonna tell. See ya tomorrow!

He threw his phone across his bedroom and buried his face in his pillow. He wiped away tears of fear and frustration. He was screwed.


Ooo, drama. Why do I make things more dramatic than I intend?

Yeah, my science teacher really tried to slide his keys between my legs and down the hall. It happened last week. I would tell you about something he did for the talent show, but I think I'll include it in this story.

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