Note: Please please please forgive me for taking so long to update, sweeties! Had four exams this week, including retakes for my bloody science exams and my place in college pretty much depends on this. My only spare time was spent revising and doing a sewing class for commissions and stitching my prom dress and such. Plus I forgot my plot point (and wrote it up during Philosophy, heh...) Even so, I'll update more this weekend hopefully, so enjoy! If you feel the urge to complain, just message me and I'll be apologetic ^^
Safe to say, both were scared when it came to the first proper introduction. Arthur gripped his boyfriend's hand tightly as they walked together, his knuckles going almost white as they approached the jocks. Each smiled in an unusually polite way. "Artie, these are; Andrew, James, Carl, Jake, Lucas, Bradley, Tom, and Matt. You guys, this is Arthur. Beautiful, isn't he?" The small Brit felt his cheeks turn a deep shade of red as he hid his face in Alfred's shoulder. The American gently lifted his chin and pressed their lips together for a long moment.
"Wow, we all thought that that would be kinda creepy to watch, but it's just like any regular couple."
"Duh, no shit! We are just a regular couple in love like heterosexuals," he said rather loudly as both arms wrapped around his boyfriend.
"How far have you two gone?" one piped up, causing both to flare up a dark shade of red at the same time. The smaller buried his face as his boyfriend answered quietly with a simple, "Would rather not discuss our sexual habits." They laughed at the clear shyness of the couple and went into the form room when instructed to. Arthur and Alfred sat next to each other, hand in hand, and chatted quietly, ignoring the whispered conversation between the person in the room. It was like a game of Whispers through the class, where rumours were sent around the class, but neither of them heard what it was at any point. Naturally they shrugged it off as usual.
Until they left the room and a rather small kid with glasses trotted up to them. "Is it true that you two are screwing?" he asked with the slightest of smirks, immediately causing Alfred to move forward as if he was about to punch the shorter male. Arthur quickly moved in front of him and wrapped both arms around his waist, succeeding rather fast in calming him down. Although he was shocked by the question too, he naturally knew that it wouldn't be the best idea to start a stir over anything, especially as it would get around even faster; it spread around like wildfire anyway, so the extra buzz would just make it worse.
"Was that the rumour that they were spreading in form, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty much." Arthur glanced up at his boyfriend, then back at the other boy. They both remained silent for a long moment, then the smaller male gave a small sigh and rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Well, we may as well not deny it anymore, Alfred, you were absolutely amazing last night and it seems to have somehow... got out."
As the small kid walked away, the American took his hand and dragged him to one side. "Why the heck did you tell him that we've done it when we haven't?" he demanded in a slightly panicked tone.
"The rumours will go quicker if we don't deny it because they'll get bored easier and it won't come as a shock when we actually do the deed, as they'll just assume that we're just active in the bedroom." A grin suddenly spread across the taller male's lips as he pressed a long, firm kiss to the Brit's and swept him up into a tight hug.
"You are a genius, baby!"
"Even so, who do you think started it?" He shrugged as his arms wrapped around the smaller waist and his lips gently touched his boyfriend's forehead just above his abnormally thick brows.
That's when the phone calls started. One every few minutes, asking if the rumours were true. Damn rumour. After a few, Alfred began getting annoyed. At one point, he simply answered without checking the caller ID with, "Seriously, this is getting annoying! I have, okay!?"
"You 'have' what, Alfred?" He instantly cringed at the voice and slipped into an empty classroom.
"U-uh, mom...! I-it's just a rumour going around that I've slept with some guy, so we aren't denying it so they get bored and stuff really quickly."
"A guy? What guy?"
"My boyfriend, mom. We're not fuckin', I promise." She audibly sighed and quite possibly shook her head at the sound of her son using such vocabulary.
"Then I want to meet him in the Easter break. I'll pay for both of you to come over and you can stay in your room together, providing that you're both completely serious about this relationship."
"Artie, we have to go visit mom and Mattie at Easter," Alfred said quietly as he toyed with the other boy's jumper hem. He blinked.
"I don't see what's bad about that, love." The American slowly pulled his jumper up and over his head, then loosened his tie. In response, the Brit copied.
"Eh... I suppose if she accepts that Matt's getting boned by that weird-ass albino whore then she'll accept that we're a perfectly acceptable couple." The darker blonde smirked slightly as he unbuttoned the loose fitting shirt and ran his fingers over the bare flesh underneath it.
"You really don't like him, do you?" Alfred shook his head with a grin as his hands travelled down to his boyfriend's waistband. He shuffled down and kissed his boyfriend's hip through the trousers.
The Brit let out a soft noise. As his fly was undone, the door swung open and Arthur cursed loudly at the sight of his mother in the doorway. "You two downstairs now, I need to talk to you both."
"Mum, I swear, it's not-"
"Now, Arthur James Kirkland. Get your arse downstairs and don't argue with me." Defeated, he did as instructed in complete silence and sat on the sofa in an awkward position, ignoring the confused glances from his boyfriend. He could almost guess what was coming next, and it made him feel sick.