The French Teacher and the English Student.
"You!" Francis was just about to walk into his apartment when a similar voice caught his attention. Arthur Kirkland stormed towards him, teas rolling off his extremely, frightfully pale face. He wondered why he would be crying. It must of meant something was after happening. He dropped his bag and ran over to the English boy.
"Arthur what 'appened?" Francis went to touch his face, but his hand was smacked away. "You! You bastard!"
"What? Arthur tell me what appened! Come inside!" Francis pleaded, trying to grab the boy's hand but Arthur stepped back and Francis could now see him fully. His face was red, his cheeks flushed, and he was crying so much you could clearly see his tear stains. It broke Francis' heart.
"No! I-I hate you! I just hate you!" Arthur cried falling to his knees. "You 'ate me? Why?"
"You never loved me Francis! It was a lie! A bloody trap and I fell for it! I fell for you!" Arthur cried into his hands, and Francis could safely say he had never been more confused in his whole life. "Angleterre, what are you saying?"
He knelt down beside the teen, praying that his next door neighbour, or in fact anyone else, wouldn't see what was happening. Arthur was crying hysterically, he couldn't think straight. Why!? Why him!?
"You know what I'm saying! I'm just a toy for you! You have millions of others students you are so called in love with! Why me!?" Arthur cried his hands clutching Francis's shirt tightly. His brain was telling him that he shouldn't jump to conclusions, but his heart was saying different. Well to tell the truth, his heart wasn't saying anything, it had been broken. Arthur felt as if it wasn't there anymore.
"Why you? Arthur, you are confusing me! Please tell me what is 'appening? ...And what do you mean by millions of others!?" Francis asked one question after the other. Arthur looked up at him, his lime green eyes that Francis once only saw happy, were now saddened, as if someone had died, or worse. Francis didn't like to think it but Arthur looked to be in pain. Something was hurting him, and he needed to find out what.
"I'm not the only one you say 'I love you' too, am I?" Arthur asked, his voice scarily calmer than it was before. "What...?"
"Tell me!" Arthur screamed, causing Francis to jump back. He had never seen Arthur that mad.
"Arthur you are the only person I love!" He tried to get that across to the Brit, but Arthur had none of it. "Lies! Why do you keep lying!"
"Lying?" Francis tilted his head slightly to one side, his blonde hair falling off his shoulders. "My brothers told me that you are seducing all the 1st and 2nd years!"
Francis nodding his head in understanding, so there really was rumours going around. Francis had heard of them before though he hadn't really thought much of it. He simply brushed them off, though over the last day or two, the rumours seemed to fly around the school faster than the plague. Francis had to say he was worried for his job but again he simply ignored them.
"Rumours, Arthur! Those are all rumours! People are trying to make me look bad, trying to give me a bad image!" Francis said holding Arthur's hands with a firm grip. He wanted the boy to look him straight in the eye, he wanted Arthur to know that he loved him. But Arthur was looking away. "Rumours...?"
"Yes Arthur! When I say I love someone I mean it! And I really do love you!" Francis moved his hand so that it was under the Brit's chin. He turned the boy towards him. His cerulean eyes saddened by the fact Arthur didn't trust him anymore. "I love you Arthur!"
Arthur turned away once again. "Love for you is such an overused word."
Francis was baffled as Arthur got up. He was hurt when Arthur walked away. What made him not believe him? He was innocent of the crimes that he was being accused of!
In School the next day, Alfred and Matthew suddenly began hanging out with Arthur again. Matthew had noticed how depressed Arthur had become, though Alfred on the other hand, took no notice.
"Sup Artie!" Alfred said taking a seat beside the Brit for the next class, which was Geography. Matthew decided to sit behind Alfred saying that there was someone else sitting on the other side of Arthur. "Good morning Alfred."
The first thing Matthew noticed about Arthur was his tone of voice. It was like the words were being dragged out of his mouth. Like pulling teeth, was the best way the Canadian could describe it.
The teacher, Mr. Fernández Carriedo, also known as Antonio, came in and left his books down on the desk, humming the tune of a Spanish song that no one else understood. He beamed widely at his young students, before jumping up on to the desk and making himself comfortable.
"Hola class!" He smiled as usual, "What do you want to do today?"
"Sleep!" Someone from the back suggested their head tiredly resting on their arms.
The Spanish man laughed, "No, No! We can't sleep! How about we work and I'll play some Spanish music!"
The whole class was suddenly enthusiastic about Geography, and the Spaniard smiled before turning to the record player beside his desk. He took off the record that was already on it and replaced it with another before putting down the needle. The room was soon filled with music and words that no one understood but still enjoyed. Everyone that is, except Arthur.
The second thing Matthew noticed: His sudden joy and happiness seemed to have disappeared. The Arthur he once knew would be happy, and sad, and angry, and embarrassed and everything else, though this Arthur was... Emotionless, almost as if he was frozen in time.
Class soon ended, and Arthur walked ahead, bombarding through everyone to get to his locker. It was break time, which only lasted ten minutes, and Arthur would normally be organised by then but he had completely forgot to get all his books. In less than a few seconds, Arthur disappeared into the crowd of students, away from Alfred and Matthew. The twin brothers looked at each other sadly, they needed to know what was going on.
Arthur sighed running down the stairs to get to Religion, many thoughts were rushing through his head and what made it worse was when he saw Francis talking to another student. It was a young girl, with short blonde hair, cut just like that of a boy's, she clutched her books tightly to her chest, smiling and laughing as she talked to the French man. Francis seemed to be smiling back, and if Arthur could see clearly he was... blushing!?
"You got over me that quickly huh?" Arthur muttered, feeling a tear drip onto his hand. He bit his lip before walking off to his next class.
"I can't bare see him like this Alfred!" Matthew whispered to Alfred in the middle of maths. "Mmm" Was the American's reply.
"What happened? It's like he's a completely different person." Matthew was inquisitive, a bit too much for Alfred's liking. "I dunno! Go ask him later!"
"Alfred, please be quiet." Said the teacher and Alfred apologized.
"But he always runs away from me! I just need to know!" Matthew took down another sum from the board before answering it. His eyes were on the clock, just five more minutes and he'd be in French. He always like French, since he could speak every word of it he passed tests easily.
As was said five minutes later the bell sounded throughout the classroom. Matthew got up and waved his brother a good bye before running up some steps to get to his French class. When he walked in most people were already chatting away, though his teacher wasn't there yet. Matthew couldn't understand she was always on time.
"Bonjour! Ms. O'Keefe is out, I'm Mr. Bonnefoy, I'll be teaching you French today!" Matthew's head shot up from his French book. It really was Mr. Bonnefoy, the same Mr. Bonnefoy that Arthur had called out when engaging in 'that' activity... Matthew blushed, pushing up his glasses.
"You are at feelings right? Like furieux, triste et en colere?" Francis asked flicking through the thin pages of the second year book. He sighed when no one answered. "I'll take that as a oui then!"
"Okay, what is sad in French?" He asked and a few hands went up to answer. "Um, brunette down in ze back."
"Triste?" The girl asked and Francis nodded. "Yes. Next... uh... Furious?"
"Furieux!" Another person answered and Matthew was beginning to wonder why Francis was avoiding the words for happy. "Eh sir, why are you avoiding happy?"
Someone else took the words right out of the Canadian's mouth.
"Because, I do not wish to be happy." Was the reply and Matthew put all the pieces together. Francis and Arthur obviously were after having a fight. But.. about what? "Oh? Why?"
"None of your concern... now, moving on" He was quick to reply and whispers as to why he was upset circulated the small classroom. Matthew listened to some of the theories, one was that a relative died, another was that his wife left him, the last was that he was upset about the rumours. Wait, Matthew paused, what rumours?
The rumours were killing him. Each new rumour that was made up ruined his image, his reputation. At first he didn't care. They were just stupid rumours that were made up about him because he was new, but now they were getting worse. It seemed that with every new hour another rumour was made up. And worse still the culprit was unknown.
Francis huffed as he crossed his arms. Mr Beilschmidt had called him to the office a while ago, but he hadn't yet got to the point of why he called the Frenchman.
"Francis Bonnefoy, you heard ze rumours, right?" Ludwig said as stern as usual. Francis looked up at the German. He had a feeling that the private meeting was going to be about the infamous rumours. "Oui, I 'ave!"
"Are they true?" Ludwig asked, now sitting down behind his desk. Francis shook his head, "Non, I would never touch a child!"
"Really? What about Arthur?" The German man noticed Francis' mouth drop in surprise. "A-Arthur?"
"A fellow second year told me that he spotted you two together." The tension in the room suddenly soared dangerously. Someone saw them? "What? You must be mistaken!"
"Francis, he described to me vividly what he saw! So by law, I'm afraid that I can't keep you in my school." Ludwig closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. Francis slumped back onto his chair. He froze, once again love had ruined his life! "So... I'm fired?"
He looked up with hope in his eyes, hoping he'd only get suspended.
"Yes." The principal nodded.
The hope was crushed, just like that.
"B-but.. why!?" Francis looked to the floor. To guilty to look the German in the eye. "You won't tell the police or... Arthur?"
"No, but if you see this boy again, I'm afraid I'll have too!" Ludwig said sadly. He really didn't mind Francis, and that was a lot coming from the German. Francis was a good teacher, and he really didn't want to let him go, but what other choices were there?
"I understand. Zank you Mr. Beilschmidt..." Francis had by now digested his punishment. He was wrong to have ever laid eyes on the beautiful young boy known as Arthur. Why? Why had he fallen for those big bottle green eyes, and the nice smile? He just couldn't understand it. He stood up and saluted a goodbye to the Principal. He walked to his classroom in silence. When he entered he looked around a final time before putting on his long trench jacket and picking up his briefcase. He couldn't stay here any longer. Everyone around the school area probably knew him as the Pervert who runs after small children. He closed his eyes sadly. He had made up his mind. He had to move back to France. He had to see Lilly.
Hey! Sorry for the long wait, but school has started again and I have homework! Ugh, stupid teachers and their love for giving homework! Anyways, I know this doesn't really advance the story or anything but hey!
Next chapter will hopefully come out soon but for now that's all!
Loveless4life!