The days went by quickly. The trip was a great success. Mr Kirkland and Mr Bonneyfoy got nothing but praise back from the people who they had met. This was a pleasant surprise for the headmaster. He was finally relieved that someone had managed to get Mr Bonnefoy to behave himself. As for the rest of the school, it carried on as normal. Mr G. Beilschmidt was still flirting with a lot of the staff, especially the head. Which meant that he spent a lot of time in meetings about correct behaviour. Mr Fernandez Carriedo had hardly been seen waiting and following Lovino, much to the annoyance of the teen and the surprise of everyone else. As the weeks rolled by and the months flew past. It wasn't long until final exams. The teachers did their best to prepare their students. Running extra classes, helping with just-in-time revision. They wished them all the best of luck as the clock started.
Alfred and Matthew were walking up to their school. It was a brilliant sunny day in August. The pair walked slowly and confidently up to the school. Alfred felt so nervous about today, not only was it his results he was also going to see Mr Kirkland again. After months and months of not seeing him. His cheeks going red at the thought of seeing him again. It had been so long. Matthew walked alongside his brother, he was nervous too. He wasn't to bothered about his grades, he was more worried about seeing Mr Bonnefoy again. Similar to Alfred in the way he had not seen him since his exam. Though having to do a French aural exam with Mr Bonnefoy had cause him to blush. The pair walked up the school field and towards the building.
"Alfred... I'm scared." Matthew said softly. Alfred looked to his brother, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
"It's gonna be okay bro." Alfred comforted him. "You worked really hard this year. You have nothing to worry about."
"But... what if I don't get the right grades? What if I've failed? What if..." Matthew started to panic. Alfred gave him a comforting hug.
"You have nothing to worry about. You'll get into uni. You will be fine." Alfred comforted him. Matthew started to take some deep breaths and calm down. The pair of them continued their walk up to the school. Alfred was trying to stay calm, he had no clue what he wanted to do next year, he was going to take a gap year. Just chilling out and working out where he wanted to go.
"Welcome students!" Mr Edelstein greeted the brothers. Alfred gulped. "Go to the desks and find your papers. We wish you the best of luck."
"Please be a pass. Please be a pass. Please be a pass." Matthew said over and over again as he walked to Francis who was sitting with a box for M-Z surnames. Alfred sighed and looked at the box which held A-L surnames. He walked over, looking up to the teacher stationed there. Mr Kirkland smiled to him, pulling out his envelope.
"Good luck." He smiled handing the piece of paper over. Just before he opened it there was a loud shout that grabbed everyone's attention.
"There you are bastard!" Lovino shouted, storming up to Mr Fernandez Carriedo. Grabbing him roughly by the collar to everyones surprise. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"
"Er...huh?" Was the teachers hurried reply. He looked completely confused.
"Why did you stop following me?" Lovino shouted.
"I thought you didn't like me. That was why you ran away." He replied quickly. Lovino looked at him as though he was stupid.
"I got an A bastard. I must care about you some how." Lovino said. His teacher blushed slightly.
"You mean it?" He asked. The crashing of Lovino's lips on his answered his question. Mr G. Beilschmidt whooped and cheered. Mr L. Beilschmidt just sighed as Lovino's younger brother, Feliciano hugged his waist. Alfred chuckled and turned back to Mr Kirkland.
"Thanks." Alfred said slowly opening his envelope. He took a breath and pulled out the paper. Slowly unfolding it his eyes lit up. "An A! Yes!" Alfred punched the air hugging Mr Kirkland. "Thanks so much!"
"You're welcome!" Mr Kirkland cheered. Alfred was so happy the rest of the grades didn't matter.
"Hey Matthew I got a..." Alfred had spun around to see his brothers reaction, but what he saw he did not expect. Matthews envelope was on the table, opened and unfolded. Matthew himself was wrapped in the arms of his french teacher. Matthew's fingers were tangled in Mr Bonnefoy's hair as they french kissed passionately. Alfred's jaw would of hit the floor. "How long had they...?" He tried to ask as he felt Mr Kirkland rest a hand on his shoulder.
"Matthew has been taking extra French lessons since you started extra drama ones." Mr Kirkland said. "Is it really a surprise?"
"He never told me." Alfred said still in somewhat state of shock. He felt happy that Matthew was happy, but he felt a twinge of 'big brother' senses as he saw Mr Bonneyfoy squeeze his brothers butt.
"Hold on there." Mr Kirkland chuckled. "I haven't given you your prize for getting an A."
"What's that?" Alfred asked turning back to feel Mr Kirkland's soft lips pressed against his own. He didn't need to ask again. He slowly wrapped his arms around his teacher. Many times he had dreamed and waited for this day. Now it was finally happening. Arthur pulled away with a gentle blush on his cheeks.
"Where are you planning to go now?" Arthur asked. Alfred shrugged his shoulder.
"I dunno. Just hang around I guess." Alfred answered, hoping he would be able to see Mr Kirkland again. "What about you?" Arthur was about to answer when a young women carrying a small boy in her arms. The boy had light brown hair and dark purple eyes, he was currently trying to eat a toy frying pan.
"You must be Mr Kirkland." She said smiling.
"Miss Héderváry!" Alfred smiled. She nodded to him.
"Hello Alfred. What drama grade did you get?" She asked.
"I got an A!" He grinned showing her the paper. Miss Héderváry smiled to him. Her eyes returning to Arthur.
"So that means you must be Mr Kirkland." She smiled. "Thanks for taking over my class."
"You're welcome." He smiled. "They have been amazing this year. I'll be so sad to leave them."
"Leave?" Alfred questioned, panic in his voice. Please don't say after all of this Mr Kirkland was going to move away?
"Have you really enjoyed this school?" She asked. Mr Kirkland nodded, his eyes looking to the ground.
"Yes I have. It's been my first year as a teacher, I've really enjoyed meeting the staff and students." He said.
"Then would you be interested in staying here permanently?" Mr Edelstein walked over to them, wrapping an arm around Miss Héderváry waist. The little boy's eyes fixing on his father. Mr Kirkland's head snapped up.
"W-What do you mean?" He stuttered.
"I don't want to come back to work, I want to stay at home looking after my little man here." She smiled as the boy in her arms giggled.
"So would you like to be the resident Drama teacher for this school?" Mr Edelstein asked. Mr Kirkland's face lit up, smiling to Alfred.
"I would love to continue working here. Though... is it possible to have a new teaching assistant to help me manage my work?" Mr Edelstein could see where this was going.
"As long as he accepts to go through some training." He smiled. "And of course he needs to accept the job." Alfred could feel himself getting more and more excited. Mr Kirkland looked to Alfred.
"Would you like to be a teaching assistant? Bearing in mind you will have to work in other lessons." Mr Kirkland asked him. Alfred nodded beaming at him.
"I would so totally do that!" Alfred said.
"Well it looks like you'll have at least two new teachers next year." Miss Héderváry smiled. "You'll be able to invite them to the wedding." Mr Edelstein blushed. "It's in the middle of summer. I can send you the invites." She smiled.
"I'll go and talk to Matthew, I'll see what he's planning on doing." Mr Edelstein said, going over to stop Mr Bonneyfoy undressing innocent Matthew.
"Keseses." A familiar voice snuck up. Mr G. Beilschmidt wrapped his arms around Miss Héderváry waist. "Looks like you've chosen me after all." He chuckled. Before she could say anything, a small plastic frying pan hit Mr G. Beilschmidt's nose. He let out an annoyed noise that must of sounded hilarious to the small boy. He giggled at the reaction and continued hitting him, laughing as if it was a game. Mr G. Beilschmidt soon let go to get away from the accursed frying pan, going of to bother another member of staff. The boy giggled in her arms.
"That's my boy." She smiled proudly.
"Alfred would you like to come outside for a moment." Mr Kirkland said. Alfred nodded, saying goodbye to Miss Héderváry and following him.
"Well... it's been on hell of a year." Arthur said when they stood outside.
"Yeah." Alfred agreed. "A really interesting one."
"Alfred... would you like to go out to dinner? Me and Francis wanted to celebrate your grades, he's inviting Matthew. Would you..." He smiled, blushing slightly. "...Would you be my date?" Alfred flung his arms arour Arthur kissing him again, this one lasting longer.
"Of course I would." He grinned. "I love you Arthur."
"And I love you to Alfred."