America yawned, stretching as class seemed to drag forever on. He was getting beyond bored and wanting to go get something to eat. He had five or four McDonald's gift cards he could use anyway. He glanced over as England jotted noted down, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

"Nerd…" he mumbled, leaning back in his chair a little so he could rock back and forth as the teacher's voice droned on and on. Arthur looked up, glaring at the American. Those green eyes seemed to light like glow sticks and burn through his skull. He honestly used to be terrified of that look before he developed a relationship with him.

"Excuse me?" England hissed, keeping his voice down so he wouldn't get in trouble, "Are you in grade school?" He felt like punching the brat for being such a child, but he would hate to get in trouble over something so stupid. Instead he kept calm and continued writing down notes.

"You heard me," Alfred smirked slightly, "NERD. Mr. Nerdy Pants. Egghead. Sixbrows. Ooh I can see the red in your cheeks already. Get a little madder for me why don't you?" It was almost if those black caterpillars he called eyebrows were bristling with anger. It was actually quite entertaining and hilarious for America. Just pissing the British boy off made him feel happy, and honestly love him even more.

"Alfred Jones so help me-" Arthur began to threaten, but he was interrupted by hearing someone clear their throat. He froze before he slowly looked up at a very unimpressed teacher. He felt his stomach drop a little, face struggling to not turn red since he knew he was caught.

"I'm quite surprised Mr. Kirkland," the teacher, Miss. Braud, "I never would have thought a straight A student like you would have decided to be so rude and interrupt my class. You're good friends with Mr. Jones, right?"

"W-well-"

"Then you would love to spend some more time with him in detention." With that, she spun around and made her way back to the front of the class. Doing so she left a gawking and stuttering England, eyes wide as he processed what had happened. He was the president! He had papers to get filled out, meetings to go to, people to argue with! He had no time for detention! If that stupid American had just left him alone…

He turned to glare at America with some sort of hatred. "See what you did?!" he smacked him hard on the shoulder, "I had enough to deal with today! Now I have to deal with detention." Al frowned and rubbed the place where he had been smacked, even though it didn't hurt as much since Arthur was rather weak.

"Don't have a fit dude," he stretched, yawning a little, "I have stuff to do too you know. I have a meeting with the volleyball team, go talk to the football coach, meet this girl who had left a note in my locker, and then France wanted me to come to see the choir perform at six. I'll make it up to you I promise." America was an immensely popular person at the school, no one hating him. Even the teachers thought he was some gift of God.

It annoyed England how everyone just happened to like him. He had to work for his place as president, while the American had everything handed to him. It just wasn't fair! Sure Al was cute… has charisma… charming… all of the things Arthur struggled to obtain in his personality.

He sighed and finished doing his notes, staying quite for the rest of class. Detention would have to be worried about later. When the bell rang, he got up and brushed past America without saying a single word. Anger bristled under his skin, but showing he was holding a grudge would be held against him definitely.

"Arthur you can't still be mad!" Alfred whined, following behind, "Come on it wasn't my damn fault! ENGLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!"

"Oh shut up you sound like a toddler!" the Brit snapped, spinning around to face him, "Yes I can in fact still be mad you asshat! I have a life and I'm sick of you-" He was cut off by him squeaking as America grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?!"

"Stop being so rude to me," he practically dragged Arthur down the hall, "I promised I would make it up to you and I would never lie to you about something like that." England was getting confused as he was hauled through a door, into the men's bathroom. It was vacant, everyone gone since they preferred the teacher's bathroom.

"What-" he turned his head and his eyes widened as lips met his. Alfred Jones was KISSING him. Not a, 'feel better' kiss or, 'I'm sorry for you' kiss. But an actual passionate kiss! His eyes slowly close, hands gripped the sink behind him so he would fall over.

America's hand reached up to entangle in England's hair, keeping the shorter blonde's head still for now. It seemed to help if the Brit wasn't jerking around in an attempt to be a tsundere. After a few minutes it seemed, he let go so he could get air, staring down at Arthur. "Well? That make it all up?"

England shook a little, opening his eyes. "…" he grabbed America's shoulder and pressed his lips hard against the blue eyed man. Alfred struggled to keep his balance but he let his back hit one of the walls of a bathroom stall.

They would be in that bathroom for quite a while now.

The End~