Arthur rubbed his forehead in frustration, trying to concentrate on the papers in front of him. It would have been a lot easier if a certain annoying blond wasn't there. Alfred had been sitting on a table, swinging his legs and heaving huge sighs for nigh on ten minutes now. Arthur had been steadfastly ignoring him.

Finally, he broke. "What do you want, Alfred?" the Brit asked exasperatedly. "You shouldn't even be in the Student Council Room!"

"Artie…" Alfred whined. "I don't know what to do…"

"What?" the shorter teen snapped. "I swear to God, Alfred, if this is about one of your stupid video games again-."

"It's not!" Alfred interrupted. "I- I think I'm sick. Besides, they're not stupid," he muttered.

Immediately, Arthur looked concerned. "Does your head still hurt?" he asked, coming around his desk to peer at the other teen's head. "You git, you shouldn't have come to school today, I told you!" Now that he thought about it, Alfred had been acting strangely today. He had been altogether too quiet.

"It's not my head," Alfred pouted. "Well, ok, it still hurts, but I think I have the flu or something."

Arthur immediately pulled pack. "You're not going to throw up, are you?"

"No," Alfred shook his head. "It's just…whenever I think about Lovino, my stomach feels weird and my face gets all hot. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Arthur gave him a blank stare. "You're kidding, right?"

"No! Why would I be? You gotta help me, Artie!" The distraught blond threw his arms around the Arthur's waist and started sobbing.

Ruthlessly, Arthur peeled him off. "You're an idiot," he informed the crying Alfred.

"What if I'm allergic to Lovi?" Alfred panicked. "That would suck! I'd never get to see him! No! I'd see him anyway! I-!"

Arthur slapped his hand over the rambling American's mouth. "You're not allergic," he told him. "You're in-."

Arthur was cut off by the sound of shouting from outside the room. Judging from all the swear words, that sounded like-

"That's Lovino," said Alfred, instantly forgetting about his troubles. Without even glancing at Arthur, he stood up and headed towards the door. All of a sudden, the shouting was cut off abruptly.

Alfred started running.

He whipped open the door and tore into the hallway, Arthur following close behind.

The scene that met them caused Alfred to skid to a stop. Arthur narrowly avoided running into him, too busy gaping at the two teens to watch where he was going.

Antonio was holding Lovino by both arms and firmly kissing him. Lovino looked stiff and wasn't kissing back, but he wasn't pulling away, either.

Arthur tore himself away from the shocking scene to look up at Alfred. The American teen was staring at the two brunets. His face was completely blank, but his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white, and his eyes looked desperate.

Arthur didn't know what was going to happen next, but he did know that it wasn't going to be pretty.

Bollocks, he thought to himself, I should have taken Francis's invitation to cut class today.