Hi everyone! Thanks again for reading. I got lots of reviews last chapter again, so I'm glad…thank you all for that.

Here we go~

Title: REJECTED.

Pairing: USUK, (fake) one-sided KimchiBurger, one-sided TaiwanJapan, implied PruCan, and of course, ElisabetaxYaoi

Rating: T

Genre(s): Romance, Humor

Dedications: ChickenHax, Little Patch of Heaven, TheNinjaWangsta, ShowGirl999, tintenstern, Player3, Lovely Hikari, MirrorTearz16, MataHari-Chan. And everyone who fav'd and alerted too~

Inspiration: SnowGirl999's (rather lengthy) request. I fit a lot of it in! Even the schoolgirl uniform!

Warnings: Language when talking about Francis, implied stalking, The Yaoi Club, a certain Asian in a schoolgirl uniform, contracts no one can read but Elisabeta, and a strange combination of Monaco and myself~

Summary: Alfred's sick of getting rejected by Arthur, the one he knows is the love of his freakin' life! So he asks the Yaoi Club for help, and they definitely provide…

Disclaimer: Don't own. I just own Nicole, and I only sort of own her since she's like, half me and half Monaco. D:

Begin~

"For the last time, no! Shove off, wanker!" shouted Arthur Kirkland, 17, as he ran out to his car. He was running from a certain sophomore who obviously didn't get the hint that, no, he did not want to go out with him. He felt like a girl saying it, but he couldn't think of any other way that the moron would understand.

This certain sophomore's name was Alfred F. Jones. As soon as he had laid eyes on the senior on the first day of freshman year, he had been smitten with the British boy. The thing was, though, he did get it that Arthur didn't want to go out with him, but there was no way he'd stop trying. He would have, long, long ago, if not for something he'd accidentally heard on the way to his locker one day…something that happened to involve Arthur liking him back.

So. He was at a stalemate.

Seriously. If Arthur really did like him back, why wouldn't he just go on one tiny date with him? Was that too much to ask?

Apparently.

Arthur really did like Alfred, but…well, it was the boy's cousin, Francis Bonnefoy. That bloody Frenchman was, to put it nicely, a manwhore, and Arthur was afraid Alfred might have picked something up in his early childhood.

The constant stalking didn't help Alfred's chances, either.

Luckily, Arthur made it to his car and out of the parking lot without running anyone over by accident, and so went home with that happy thought.

Alfred, meanwhile, was stuck waiting for his cousin to finish his stupid club meeting so he could drive him home. What was his club called, again? He knew that crazy Hungarian girl was in it…oh yeah, the Yaoi Club! He'd heard that not many people were in it, and only two guys besides his cousin…what the hell was yaoi, anyway?

Oh, right. Boys' love—THAT WAS IT.

He picked up his backpack and headed to Mr. Vargas' room, which was where Yaoi Club met. Without even bothering to knock, he threw open the door, and nine heads all turned to stare at him.

The crazy Hungarian girl (Elisabeta, he told himself, her name is Elisabeta, you have to call her that) smiled. "Welcome to the Yaoi Club! Do you want to join, or purchase one of our mangas, or—"

"No! I need your help!" he exclaimed. At his interruption, the blond girl who had been suspended several times for bringing knives to school narrowed her eyes.

"If you're going to be rude, why should we help you?" she asked. Alfred gulped.

"U-Um…because I'm…Francis' cousin…?" At this, the girl just looked disgusted. "And because, uh…it'll be good material for those mangas you were talking about…?" At this, the girl in the back with glasses and her brown hair in a braid sat up a little straighter.

"I say we help him," she offered, picking up a pen to jot something down in a large notebook.

"I second that!" said Francis. "He is my little cousin, after all~"

"Brother says helping people is best," said the little freshman with the blue bow in her hair.

"I-I think we should help him…" said Alfred's friend Kiku meekly. Wait, what was he doing in a place like this?

"I agree with Kiku~" said the Taiwanese girl, casting the Japanese boy a dreamy look.

"Whatever," said her brother with the thick eyebrows like Arthur's.

"That's a majority~!" said Elisabeta cheerfully. "So, we'll help you capture Arthur's heart." When Alfred opened his mouth to ask how exactly she knew that, she added, "Don't ask how we know that…we've actually known it for a very long time, and explaining would take far too long." Well, if that wasn't creepy as hell… "But, of course, if you want our help, you'll have to give us a decent down payment, and proper compensation after our plans succeed…Nicole! Write up the contract!" she yelled, pointing at the girl with glasses who had originally voted for helping Alfred.

"Yes, ma'am." She saluted Elisabeta and turned to a fresh page in her notebook, scribbling furiously.

"Good. So, what will you offer us as your down payment? Money? Labor? Pictures? Videos? Information?" asked Elisabeta, poking Alfred in the chest with every offer.

He sighed and pulled out his cellphone. He'd been planning to blackmail Mattie and Gilbert with this, but…Arthur was more important. "I've got pictures of my brother and Gilbert Beilschmidt. Together."

"Let's see if they're any good." Natalia, the blonde who had been opposed to helping Alfred, pulled his phone away from him and started flipping through the photos.

"These aren't bad…" murmured the Belgian girl who was looking over Natalia's shoulder.

"Wonderful!" squealed Elisabeta. "Nicole, have you finished the contract?" she asked the brunette with the glasses.

"Almost, Madam President," replied the girl. "Just a few more touches…there." She tore the paper out of her notebook and brought it over to Elisabeta. She handed the pen to Alfred for signing.

"What a nice contract…now, sign, Mr. Jones."

"But I can't even read it!"

"A trivial matter. Sign, or you don't get any of our help." She pushed the contract over to Alfred, and he reluctantly sighed. Elisabeta handed it back to Nicole, who stuffed it into a folder labeled "Blackmail".

"Now then." Elisabeta sat down. "Here's the plan, Alfred. Pay close attention, because I'll only say this once. Nicole, please take notes."

"Of course."

"Now, what we'll do is…"

Arthur Kirkland always ate lunch on the roof of the school. It was clichéd, he knew, but his spot was off in the corner where he wouldn't be disturbed.

Today, however, Alfred was there with that Korean freshman, Im Yong Soo. He narrowed his eyes and was about to yell at them for trying to steal his lunch spot, until he heard what the Korean said.

"Alfred-sempai, I really like you!"

WHAT. Arthur ducked behind a wall and continued to listen, to see if Alfred would betray hi—er, take up more of his lunchtime in his spot…yeah. That was it.

"I-I really hope you accept my feelings! P-Please go out with me!"

"Um, well, I—"

"Also, I, uh, made you some cookies…they're shaped like airplanes!"

Bloody hell. Alfred loved airplanes. And was that boy in a schoolgirl uniform? How…dedicated. He wished Alfred would do something crazy like that for him…want, no he didn't! Preposterous.

"That's really nice of you, but—"

"And this McDonald's giftcard has $50 on it! Please take it!"

Arthur scoffed. Maybe that would pay for two of the American's average meals at the disgusting burger restaurant. Maybe.

"Look, Yong, I—"

"Wait. Before you say anything…even if you reject me…" Then the Korean kissed Alfred's cheek.

He just—WHAT.

That little bastard just crossed a line, and Arthur was going to make sure he bloody well knew it. Who cared if Alfred was related to Francis? This little tosser just erased any and all of Arthur's inhibitions.

"Oi!" he yelled, walking over to the pair. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Arthur!" cried Alfred happily.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked the Korean, raising an eyebrow.

"I think I'm doing what any decent b-boyfriend would do. Alfred is with me. Stay away," he hissed.

Im Yong Soo gulped and scurried away.

"And you." Arthur glared at Alfred, who was grinning widely. "What the hell was that? Were you just going to lead that boy on, or were you going to really take him seriously? Answer me, wanker!"

"Did you mean what you said? Do you really think of me as your…?"

Arthur blushed. "O-Of course not. I was just getting Im Yong Soo to leave you alone—nothing more." Lies, all of it.

"Oh." Alfred's face fell. "I was just hoping that maybe…oh, whatever. I'll leave you alone Bye, Artie." He walked past Arthur to leave the roof (and to report to the Yaoi Club the failure of Plan Soo).

Dammit. Arthur knew he should just keep his mouth shut…don't say a word, Arthur…don't say a word, don't say a word, don't—"Wait."

"Huh?" Alfred turned back around, hope brimming in his eyes.

"I-I…l-l-lied."

"What?" Alfred cupped his hand over his ear. "Didn't quite catch that…"

Git. "I lied, okay? Just get back here and eat lunch with me."

Alfred smiled brightly. "Sure!" He ran back to Arthur and crushed him in a tight hug.

"I-Idiot! Let me go!" shouted Arthur.

Alfred laughed and let him go, then sat down, patting the space next to him, where Arthur sat. They both pulled out their lunches and Alfred started to chatter happily to Arthur.

Elisabeta grinned, her eyes obscured by binoculars. "We've succeeded, team!" The rest of the Yaoi Club cheered (except for Wang Jia Long, who never even smiled). "And we got some great pictures out of it!" More cheering.

"Can I take this off?" whined Im Yong Soo.

"No, replied Jia Long, who was actually his distant cousin.

"B-But-!"

"No means no, Yong, now shut up!" yelled Wang Mei, Jia Long's sister.

"Aw…"

AN: And that's a wrap! Thank you very much for reading, I hope you enjoyed. This was requested by SnowGirl999, and I'm happy to say I did manage to fit most of what you wanted in. I'm just a little worried that maybe the characters were a little too OOC…meh…

Thanks again for reading, and have a good night!