Hi all. -nervous smile- I realize there are other things I should be working on but I really couldn't resist. I don't even remember what I was watching, but all of a sudden I was like 'haha what if Matt like Arthur and Alfred liked Matt and Arthur was a teacher' then I was like "ahahahaha- 0.0" and then I started typing. Btw, have you guys heard the dubbed voice for France? Yeah, his laugh was playing in my head the entire time. It was beautiful and disturbing. And that means it was wonderful. XD

note: the first section in italics is a flashback, all other italicized words are for stress or are thoughts

Edit: I went back and changed Arthur from history teacher to English/Literature teacher. I thought it was more fitting. XD

Pairings (as of now): one-sided Matthew/Arthur, one-sided Alfred/Matthew, past Francis/Matthew

Warnings: AU, slash, inappropriate student-teacher relationships, OOCness, language

Disclaimer: After reading this, its very clear that I don't own Hetalia nor do I ever deserve to.

"Hurry up Matt!" Alfred hollered at another blond child from the bottom of the steps. "That game ain't gonna play itself!" The grade-schooler huffed impatiently when the other blond threw him a displeased glare before smiling brilliantly up at their teacher.

"Teacher's pet." Alfred grumbled, pout deepening when he saw Matthew bashfully toe the ground as Miss Braginskaya, their young teacher, patted the smaller blond on the head. Finally, clutching the red straps of his backpack, Matthew said goodbye to the pretty young woman and trotted down the steps, heading towards Alfred who was waiting with a scowl and crossed arms.

"Took ya long enough." The blue-eyed blond sneered, turning and starting to walk away before Matthew even reached him.

"You're just too impatient." The other little boy chided, easily catching up with the sulking boy. "I was just thanking Miss Braginskaya for being such a nice teacher."

"Who does that, Mattie?" Throwing a questioning look at his friend, Alfred continued, "You're such a teacher's pet."

"I was being polite!" Matthew defended, pale cheeks flushing even as his eyes sharpened in anger. "And I like her! She was really nice."

"Well, if you like her so much, why dontcha marry her?" Alfred snapped, whirling around and stomping his foot.

Violet eyes widened before Matthew, hurt by his friend's comments shot back, "Maybe I will!"

Alfred, clearly not expecting that response, stilled. "W-wha…? No… no you can't do that!"

"Why not? You're not the boss of me! You can't tell me what do, Al!"

"B-but who'll play with me in the summer! If you get married, you'll have to get a job and then you'll be too busy to come over."

"So?" Matthew shrugged, turning his head.

"What about my new game?" Alfred whined, starting to freak out because it looked like Matthew was actually serious and the last thing he ever wanted was for Matthew to stop being his friend and hanging out with him.

"I don't care."

Alfred stared at his best friend with a shocked expression on his face. Then, unbidden, his eyes began to itch and water. Sniffling bravely, he roughly scrubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands. "F-fine! Be that way! I don't need you." He muttered, turning away, his chest hurting.

Matthew, arms still crossed and still stinging from the other's previous teasing, chanced a peek at the other boy. The other blond had his back to him, head bowed. The stubborn cowlick that Alfred had had since forever seemed to be drooping and the occasional sniffle escaped from the usually exuberant boy.

Feeling his anger slowly drift away, Matthew sighed and inched over to the other boy, nudging him with his elbow. "Hey."

"Leave me alone."

"I didn't mean it." Matthew said quietly. "I really do wanna play that new game."

"…And you're not gonna get married and ditch me, right?"

"No, I'm too young." Matthew said, almost wistfully thinking of Miss Braginskaya's cheerful smile and flowery perfume.

Alfred was silent for a moment before he said, in an uncharacteristically subdued voice, said, "And I didn't mean what I said either. You're my best friend and I do need you."

Matthew grinned happily and grabbed Alfred's hand, all other possible meanings behind the boy's words flying over his head. "Ditto."

Alfred smiled brightly and tugged the other blond. "C'mon, like I said, that game isn't gonna play itself!"

Joking and play shoving each other the entire way, the two boys finally arrived at Alfred's house. Waving merrily at Matthew's mother who was gardening in the front yard (Matthew lived across the street from Alfred), they ran up the driveway of Alfred's house and Alfred began to punch in the garage door code.

"Oh, by the way, my brother's visiting." Alfred said off-handedly. "He's kinda a jerk, so watch out for him."

"You have a brother?" Matthew repeated, confused. Every since he moved from Canada and befriended the vivacious American, he had never seen any siblings nor had Alfred mentioned any.

"Yeah. He goes to some fancy-shmancy boarding school in England." Alfred shrugged, kicking off his shoes and throwing down his backpack. "He just graduated so he's coming back for the summer."

"Oh." Matthew untied his shoes and neatly placed them against the wall before dropping his backpack next to them as Alfred ran towards the kitchen.

"Want a Twinkie Mattie?"

Scrunching up his nose, Matthew shouted, "Those things are so gross!"

"Are not! They're the snack food of heroes!" There was a beat of silence, then, "Dude! We could totally deep fry these things!"

Laughing and nauseous, Matthew began to jog past the stairs, intent on stopping Alfred before the blond actually attempted to deep-fry the snacks. Unfortunately, running on wooden floors while wearing socks isn't the best idea.

Pitching forward, Matthew yelped and threw his arms out to break his fall, as the glossy floor loomed closer.

Luckily, before Matthew's face could slam into the wood, he was jerked back by a strong arm wrapping around his waist.

"You should really be more careful." An accented voice scolded, not unkindly but in a faintly annoyed manner.

Matthew looked up and felt the strangest tingling sensation in his stomach. Green eyes, nearly overshadowed by unnaturally thick eyebrows, regarded him with amusement.

The young man promptly set him right on his feet and patted him on the head. "Alright there, lad?"

Matthew just stared at the young man who, eyebrows aside, seemed pretty cool. Studs in his ears and wearing torn black jeans and a playful smirk on his face, the young man straightened up and said, "So what are you lot up to now?"

The Canadian boy finally noticed that Alfred had come out of the kitchen, most likely hearing his yelp, and was watching the pair with narrowed eyes and a small frown.

"None of your business, Arthur." He said brusquely, storming over and grabbing Matthew before tugging him away.

But instead of allowing his self to be dragged away, Matthew pulled back and, cheeks rosy, turned back to Arthur, who he now knew was Alfred' mysterious older brother, saying, "I'm Matthew."

The distrust in his expression when he was addressing Alfred disappeared and was replaced by a gentle smile. "Nice to meet you, Matthew."

Before said blond could respond, Alfred was now tugging him away with both hands. "Blah blah blah. That game is still waiting y'know?"

Matthew couldn't help but glance back over Arthur, a shy smile on his face.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Matthew exclaimed, violet eyes sparkling, while slipping into the empty seat next to Alfred at their round lunch table.

Alfred, far more interested in seeing how many French fries could fit on his burger and not fall out, barely managed to grunt questioningly before proceeding to ignore Matthew completely. Eyes excited and bright, the teen gingerly raised the burger up to his mouth. "Come to daddy~" he cooed, bringing the concoction to his lips before taking a large bite. "Mmph…" he mumbled, a moan rumbling in the back of his throat, a smear of ketchup on his lips as his face relaxed into blissful emptiness, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

Matthew felt his stomach recoil in disgust as Alfred, still in the process of chewing, took another bite. How the other boy could derive such satisfaction from a meal more grease than anything else, was something he could never understand.

"Arthur is teaching English here and you never said anything." Matthew said again, this time more accusingly, deciding not to pay any more attention to his friend's eating habits.

Alfred rolled his eyes behind his glasses and reached for his soda. "'o?" He said, mouth full of food, while shrugging before taking a deep swig from the bottle.

"He's my new teacher—" Matthew was cut off by the sudden exclamation of surprise from Alfred, accompanied by him spitting out the mess of burger, fries, and soda all over the table. "—That is so gross, Al."

Ignoring the filth on the table and dripping down his chin and the disgusted looks other students were sending him, Alfred turned to Matthew with wide eyes. "He's your teacher!"

"Um, yeah." Matthew responded quietly, ducking his head and handing Alfred a napkin, acutely aware of the all the attention they were getting. "4th period English Literature."

"God-fucking-damnit." Alfred swore, snatching the napkin and wiping his mouth. He had really hoped Matthew wouldn't have Arthur as a teacher this year.

Arthur, after completing his degree, decided to come back to the local high school and teach a few years while working on his PhD in the States. Alfred hadn't been pleased. And it wasn't because he and Arthur had a rocky relationship.

"Its not so ba—"

"Not for you." Alfred scowled, shoving his tray away and glaring at his best friend. "You're totally in love with him."

Matthew, though he flushed a deep crimson, didn't deny Alfred's words. Instead, gearing his self up for a verbal altercation that he was confident he'd win, he snapped, "And why is that such a bad thing?"

"Because now all you're ever gonna talk about will be him!"

"That is so not true!"

"Yes it is. God, it's not even okay! He's a teacher." Alfred made a face. He never could understand what exactly Matthew saw in his older brother. The guy was totally boring and got angry easily and did not embrace the godly invention known as tweezers. "That's like ten times worse."

"Why are you freaking out, Al? That's a good thing."

"No, no its not. You have a thing for teachers."

"I do n—"

Alfred snorted indelicately, using a fistful of napkins to wipe the mess off the table and onto the floor. "You so do. Don't think I don't know about you and Mr. Frenchiepants."

Matthew bit his lip and lowered his gaze. "…H-how…?"

"You're almost fluent in French, Matt. Its not like you needed extra help." Alfred muttered, not looking at his friend. "And its not like he was subtle."

Which was true, though the amorous Frenchman tended to flirt with everyone (students, teachers, the occasional animal), he reserved special attention for Matthew (which most people just attributed to the fact that Matthew Williams, regardless of the class, was just the type of student teachers liked—quiet, respectful, and studious.).

"Al—

"Cornering you after class, touching your shoulder whenever he talked to you, just generally perving on you." Alfred continued. "If you were really uncomfortable, you would have said something."

Okay, maybe Matthew had a thing for authority figures, particularly teachers. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't deny the flicker of attraction when faced with certain teachers. Why? Alfred wasn't really sure, but he had a feeling it started all the way back in grade school in Miss Braginskaya's class.

"So, Arthur plus one of your favorite classes," Alfred frowned, a note of bitterness in his voice. "Not a good combo, dude."

"Alfred, you know I wouldn't... do anything." Matthew said softly. And he genuinely felt a little guilty because Alfred knew that he had a crush on Arthur and it had often caused disagreements between them.

Alfred knew very well that Matthew wouldn't have intended it and wouldn't initiate something, but his friend tended to fall deeper and harder for a person no matter the circumstance. He was loyal to a fault, but was quick to become infatuated with someone who, in some way, noticed him (since he leant towards obscurity in school despite being an avid athlete and good student and fairly attractive) and went out of his or her way to know him.

The French teacher had taken a special interest in Matthew since the beginning of their freshman year. Matthew, born in Montreal with family in Quebec and France, had connected with the teacher who lived in Montreal briefly, despite being born and raised in France. What had started as an innocent relationship, at some point, shifted and neither party really complained about it.

Alfred only found out because he had burst into the French classroom looking for Matthew and stumbled on a rather intimate moment. Neither male noticed him, so, angry and hurt at Matthew's secretive behavior, he had snuck out and left an anonymous note, his stomach twisting in jealousy, in the Principal's mailbox.

Monsieur Bonnefoy resigned halfway through the year and Matthew had been incredibly heartbroken, much to Alfred's annoyance. But the blond had comforted his friend, taking him out and keeping him busy so he wouldn't have time to think about that blond haired lothario.

Matthew, unfortunately, fell in and out of love quickly so he got over the teacher's resignation. However, that also meant that someone new sparked his interest. Annoyingly, Matthew had been infatuated with each of his friends (excluding Alfred) over the years.

He had only briefly pointed it out over the years since Matthew would always get defensive and angry and point out that there were plenty of things Alfred did that Matthew didn't agree with—like throwing wild parties that earned him a permanent spot on the 'People to Watch Out for' list the police had (he had often been accosted by the cops when they mistook him for Alfred—at least they had been quite apologetic when they realized their mistake) or when Alfred tied together fireworks and cackled as he set them off in random parts of town, indoors and outdoors (he claimed it was tradition and patriotism, Matthew said it was insanity) or when Alfred just generally tried to help people without knowing anything about the situation. Alfred usually ended up in the fetal position, tears streaming down his face as Matthew continued to rant on about each and every minute shortcoming of Alfred's. Matthew would usually get tired and then buy Alfred food and place him in front of a mirror (or something in which Alfred could look at himself and indulge his inner narcissist) and say repeatedly to the blue-eyed boy "Who's the hero? You are. Who's the best? You are" until Alfred was chanting it with a movie-star grin on his boyish face.

So soon Alfred rarely brought Matthew's issue up, consoling himself with the fact that at least every infatuation was fleeting and maybe one day Matthew would realize that Alfred would do anything for him and that, as far as he was concerned, Matthew was his soul mate (Matthias joked that Alfred believed that wherever Matthew stepped flowers grew and that the Canadian pissed rainbows and shat happiness.)

(Alfred gave Matthias a black eye and split lip that day, but didn't refute anything the wild-haired teen said.)

Yes, every infatuation was fleeting. Except the one with Arthur. No, that bitch had lasted for years and Alfred had no idea why.

"But why didn't you tell me?"

Because I'm jealous and you should know that already. "Because I wanted it to be a surprise." Alfred said with pseudo-cheer. "So…um…surprise!" Maybe his stupid crush would wear off and Alfred could finally win over Matthew (because past attempts had failed miserably).

Matthew looked entirely unconvinced but let it slide. "Come on, let's switch tables." He glanced at Alfred's lunch that was flecked with bits of half-chewed food and soda. "And get you some more food."

"You're paying."

Matthew stuck his tongue out but didn't argue with the other boy, just happy to change the subject for now.

As independent as I believe Matthew is, I think that, if we're going by the strips, that he would tend to cling to people who pay attention to him since he didn't seem to receive much of it. Yes, Matthew has a teacher-kink. Why? -shrugs- Anyways, this was gonna be a one-shot but then I started typing it and it turned out to be longer. 8| So it'll be multi-part, but I doubt it'll be really, really long. But who knows? You'd think I would, but these plot bunnies have a mind of their own. -glares at plot bunny who is nibbling her socks- Not now Mr. Fluffybottom.

Oh and Matthias is Denmark.

So, is this story worth continuing?