Chapter 2
A/N: YAOI WARNING!
The First World Academy
Every morning, Vash woke up at precisely four o' five, three hours before school even started. He went to patrol the window under Lily's dorm room, in case any of the other students were sent by the Underground Revolution, a 'council' that was run by a group of radicals who wanted to discontinue the rule of the monarchy. Vash was born to be a bodyguard for the future prince or princess. Ever since he was little, his father-the current bodyguard for the king-told him that the safety of the Serene Highness was of the utmost importance. Although Liechtenstein is a fairly peaceful country, if someone did want to harm the future prince or princess, Vash was to be the one to get hurt instead. A beautiful baby girl was born in the summer of his third year. But now he was seventeen, and at a foreign academy in the middle of nowhere. Vash positioned himself below the window and sat with his arms crossed on the warm ground.
The Swiss boy had officially become the bodyguard of Her Serene Highness Princess Lillian when he was ten years old. The Princess was only seven at the time, with her two front teeth missing and messy long hair. One day, Princess Lillian decided to play hide-and-go-seek. Vash found her everytime, which made Her Serene Highness angry.
"How do you always find me so fast?" she had asked with a pout. He had sighed and replied back.
"It's my duty to do so." And so they had played one more time. Princess Lillian hid once more-but that time Vash couldn't find her. He searched in the usual places: the bushes, the garden weeds, the kitchen's cabinet, even the chicken coop. Vash had begun to worry-what if someone had taken the Princess? It would be all his fault and he would most certainly be sent to prison.
But-as if from the heavens-Princess Lillian dropped from the tree directly above him. Her Serene Highness was alright, but with a nice Swiss bodyguard to cushion her fall, who wouldn't?
"Oh, Vash, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to fall on you! Are you okay?" she had a worried look on her face, causing her to have funny-looking wrinkles appear on her forehead. Vash couldn't answer, so she quickly scrambled off his chest, and criss-crossed her legs underneath her long skirt. She stared intently at his face with a sad look. Vash sighed heavily.
"As long as you are alright, I'm fine. And stop looking like you're about to cry-that's very un-princess-like of you." Princess Lillian sniffed up her snot and whipped at her nose with the back of her hand, patted the dirt off her skirt, and stood up with her finger pointing at Vash's own nose.
"Than this means I won this round! Now...you have to..." she took a moment to think, and mumbled "He can't be my servant for a week-that would be mean..."
"AH-HA! You... Have to be...my friendfor one week!" she had said with a smile on her face. Vash stared awkwardly at the Princess. He started to blush, and stared at the tree instead of her bright green eyes.
"Wh-what do you mean?" he managed to stutter. Bodyguards weren't supposed to be friends-they were meant to be protectors.
"I mean, you have to call me Lily-NOT 'Princess Lillian', or 'Her Serene Blah-Blah'. Just Lily. Oh, and you have to sit with me at lunch time-don't go sitting at that little table in the corner. AAAAAALLLLLL of this has to happen for one week!"
Vash gulped. This would be breaking a lot of rules. But, another rule his father had told him was to keep the royal family happy-and if this made Her Sere-Lily, happy, then he would do it.
It was now many years later, and Princess Lily still insisted they have meals together at the same table. He complied, but it still felt awkward, even after all these years. It was now seven o'clock. Vash heard movement coming from above him, and knew it was time to move to the front doors of the girls' dorm. Minutes later, Princess Lily came out in the school's plaid jumper, along with Elizaveta, and a smile just for him.
"Did you wait long?" she asked.
"Not really." he said. Lily smiled and the three of them walked to the cafeteria for breakfast.
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By the end of the week, Arthur knew he was in love with Mr. Bonnefoy. But, here he was in fifth period, history class, and not in his fourth period French class. Arthur wished that fourth period could last all day. Mr. Vargas was nice and all, but he was most definitely notas sexy as his French teacher. Arthur loved how his voice went so low when he spoke in the romantic language. Arthur always had fantasies of the Frenchman whispering sweet nothings into his ear...
They were learning about Classical Greece, and Arthur was bored because he had already learned that in his sophomore year. Although, Mr. Vargas wasn't even really teaching-he was mumbling about pinot grigio while sleeping standing up. Mr. Vargas always had the temperature at a comfortable and cozy level. So cozy...Arthur...could even...fall asleep...
Arthur was completely in the nude on a bed quite literally made of roses, soft violin music flowed throughout the room, and candles were the only light that he could see by. A man lay next to him, his back facing Arthur. The blonde hair and strong back turned to Arthur. Mr. Bonnefoy was smiling mischievously down at the boy and gave him a swift peck on his parted lips. Arthur gasped at the frank touch. He opened his mouth wider and let the older man dominate him. Mr. Bonnefoy nibbled on Arthur's lower lip as he finished off the passionate kiss. The older man's hands traveled to the younger boy's thighs, slowly stroking the inside of the sensitive flesh.
Arthur's head pushed back into the bed as he gasped. He was hard just from kissing, but it became extremely noticeable when the Frenchman's hands wandered to the stiff organ. Mr. Bonnefoy was only teasing him and brought his hands back up to the English boy's face, brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. The older man intruded the boy's mouth and soaked his fingers with saliva.
Mr. Bonnefoy brought his fingers to Arthur's small hole and pushed his digits inside. The boy gasped as the man twirled his fingers, making the opening slick. Mr. Bonnefoy pulled his fingers out and kissed the English boy, leaving his lips with a low moan.
"I...I want you inside me, Mr. Bonnefoy." Arthur gripped the older man's arms and gave him a pleading look. Mr. Bonnefoy sighed, but smiled down at the young boy. The Frenchman spread the boy's legs out wide, pushed his knees to his chest, and rubbed the tip of his warm cock at the boy's trembling opening. He teasingly pushed the tip in half an inch, but pulled out just as quickly. He smiled at Arthur's flushed face.
"Call me Francis." he said as he thrust into the teen's entrance.
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Matthew was annoyed that Mr. Vargas was snoring so loudly-he couldn't focus on his French homework that was due next period. Hmmmmmm...Mr. Bonnefoy... Matthew had the hots Mr. Bonnefoy, and just about everyone else knew it too. All the boys bullied him because he was openly gay, the girls wanted to be friends with him because they've 'never had a gay best friend before', and even Alfred ignored him sometimes, because he thought he would be considered 'gay by association'.
But, the only person who didn't know that Matthew liked Mr. Bonnefoy was Arthur Kirkland-who was coincidentally sitting in the desk directly in front of him. Even Straight-A's-Arthur was asleep...or at least Matthew thought he was. He was making weird grunts that didn't sound like snoring-but he dismissed it and thought about other things like: his English project that's due next week, or his sexy French teacher, or how to find the square root of pi, or Mr. Bonnefoy, or if the Maple Leafs could make it to the Stanley Cup again this year, or about a certain blonde-hair-blue-eyes-scruffy-bearded-teacher-that-speaks-french, or what Marge, the cafeteria lady, was serving for lunch today...sooooo many choices, but Matthew decided to think about the attractive French teacher whose class was only a few short minutes away...
The day he had first had French class, he felt he was too experienced and asked to be moved up to the next level. In order to do that, he had to pass a short exam that involved speaking French with Mr. Bonnefoy. Mr. Bonnefoy played it off as a joke, asking lewd questions in French-trying to throw him off, and prove that he should stay where he was. But Matthew rolled with the punches, and responded back, asking if Mr. Bonnefoy kissed his mother with that mouth. Mr. Bonnefoy broke out into hearty laughter, patted the boy's head, and said that he had passed.
Matthew pushed up his glasses and sighed. If only Mr. Bonnefoy wasn't his teacher...Oh, the things he wished he could do to him! To hug him, kiss him, touch the hair on his chest, feel the scruff of his beard on his cheek, and then have the Frenchman do things to Matthew that even made him blush to think about.
Arthur's grunt turned into a slight moan as he shifted in his seat. Matthew was woken from his revere, and noticed how strange Arthur was acting.
No-he...he wouldn't! Would he?thought the Canadian boy.
Arthur's back spasmed as he squirmed in his seat and let out another gasping moan. A musky scent wafted up to Matthew's nostrils.
Oh, God...he DID, thought Matthew, as he uncomfortably averted his eyes away from Arthur as he woke up from his very 'exciting' day-dream.
The British boy looked down at his trousers and cursed loudly. Some of the students turned around, but quickly became bored and continued to try to aim paper footballs at Mr. Vargas. Matthew tapped Arthur on the shoulder and received a dirty look from the older boy.
"You can...um...borrow my sweater, if you need it," he whispered as he handed the yellow sweater to Arthur. He nodded back at Matthew and quickly left the classroom in a strange waddling way, not even bothering to ask Mr. Vargas. The fifth period ending bell rang and the students collected their things-while Mr. Vargas continued sleeping.
*Hmmmm...French class. thought Matthew as he dashed out of the room and down the hall.
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Thanks for reading! And, as someone commented-I didn't have the little dividers. Well, I did-but they didn't show up when I saw the final upload... Sorry Dx
Also, there is only FrUk in the beginning-there most definitely will be UsUk~ (they just haven't met yet)
I also noticed that this chapter is very France-centric. Sorry for the people who may or may not support the pairings I have written, I told you in the beginning that I would have these certain pairings...I just didn't say in what order xD (and France isn't even my favorite character... D:)