Note: Happy Christmas all (or Hanukkah for Jews, or Yuletide for Wiccans/Pagans, or Jesus' birthday/ marketing event for those who aren't from those religions. Heck, this is Britain, we don't complain if people celebrate others' religions' events)! Was up writing this early for all of you, so enjoy!

Their relationship wasn't the most healthy, both would agree. They couldn't spend time in Alfred's house because of the family that he was staying with didn't particularly enjoy it when he had friends over at the house after the party, and at Arthur's house, they were randomly intruded. Which wouldn't be as bad if his brothers and mother knew how to knock. Or at least knew his sexuality, which would make it a lot easier even if they did walk in to find the two cuddling or kissing or doing something that may not be approved of. They had almost been caught kissing numerous times, which made everything slightly awkward, even after the intruder had gone.

And then there was school. Alfred would be rejected by his friends if they knew that he had a boyfriend, as quite obviously he didn't have standards as soon as he came out and would fall head over heels in love with every single one of them, just like every gay teenager in the world. As a result, he likely wouldn't stay on the team and would be alone if anything happened between him and Arthur. Which he hoped wouldn't happen, but guessed that it would be likely with their relationship consisting of a few kisses and a hug per day. The American knew deep down that his new boyfriend would stay with him until it became so unbearable that they had to break the relationship off, but something told him that it would become stressful rather fast.

"Hey, come into this classroom with me, baby," he whispered into the Brit's ear with a tone that made the other boy shiver. Yet, he did as instructed and watched curiously as the door was locked. "What are you doing in the Christmas break?" he asked quietly as he littered the soft cheeks with butterfly kisses. Arthur closed his eyes as he spoke, trying not to show that he was more than a little turned on as the lips grazed over the sweet spot on his neck.

"I would be rather pleased if you were to come to my house for Christmas? At least we'll get to spend time together then, and we won't be disturbing your boarding family." The younger nodded, his eyes sparkling a little as he lifted his boyfriend up onto the nearest desk.

"Now, I missed your sweet lips this weekend. Can a kiss be my early present?" He gave a cheeky smirk as the Brit pressed their lips together and deepened the kiss almost immediately. Lips parted slowly and tongues slipped out, exploring and searching every crevice of the others' mouth. The younger grunted softly into the kiss as small hands ran through his hair, naturally tugging him closer and his tongue deeper. They danced, played, tangled until that damn urge to breathe became overwhelming. It was only then that their lips parted, their eyes meeting as both tried to catch their breath.

Without another word, they simply smiled at each other and walked towards the door, which was unlocked just before they joined in a tight embrace. "I love you, darlin'," the American whispered as the door was opened.

"Mmm," the Brit simply acknowledged with a smile as they exited the room to a bunch of stares. Confused glances were exchanged as they walked towards the first class. Even there, every one of the jocks gave a rather disgusted look.

"Hey, guys, what's that look for?" Alfred asked quietly, and was almost instantly shunned by all of them. He glanced over at Arthur as he chewed his lower lip nervously. After a few minutes, however, one of the other boys piped up.

"So, how long have you been with the weirdo?"

"How the hell did you know?!" He asked defensively on reflex. Each of them turned to stare at him.

"Did you forget that the classroom doors have windows in them when you were shoving your tongue down that thing's throat?"

Alfred swallowed thickly. He had completely forgotten about the doors having windows at the top. In fact, he hadn't expected anyone to check the window. "I-I'm in love with him," he managed to stammer weakly, his lips going dry as soon as the words started coming out. The shunning continued for the entire first lesson, even when the American tried to join in with the conversation. Everything became a blur until the English lesson, when the couple had to sit together regardless.

There was a long silence between them. Arthur had found out from listening silently to various conversations that his boyfriend's fears had come true as he was rejected from his friendship group, and had never felt worse in his life. "Alfred, I'd rather you have your friends than ruin your life by letting you be without them, so I shall be responsible and break off our relationship," he mumbled, earning a shocked glare from the other boy.

"So I'm losing all of my friends and my boyfriend in the same day?" he almost yelled. Almost everyone else in the room turned to stare, "You know, Kirkland, I don't need this today!"

As the American went to stand, the smaller male tugged him back down to sit. Their eyes met for a moment in a hard stare, which softened as a small hand gently touched a strong jaw. "It's for the best, love, but you can reject the request for a break up if you want."

"It's funny how you don't care that I have- had- crazy ass friends who abandon me when I fall for you, but they treat it like its the end of the world that I want to be yours. I won't accept the break up, and if they have a problem with it... screw them."

Their bodies pressed close as they embraced. Strangely, most of the room found it cute that they were happy enough to hug in public, even during a lesson. The teacher also accepted it, rather than rejecting it like or complaining as she usually did. The rest of the lesson was pleasant as their hands were pressed together, even as they wrote. Even if Alfred's idiot friends didn't accept his feelings, at least some people would understand it.