Alfred grumbled as he heard his name over the loud speaker along with the freak's. Damn, he thought he had gotten away with sending the other to the hospital. What with having to go home himself he had never been punished for fighting the other. Now they'd have to sit in the stupid principle's office and be forced to apologize. At least he was missing Chem...
He nodded at the secretary who waved at him while speaking into the phone. The American opened the office door and stepped inside. His ankle still hurt him but he could walk on it as long as he wore the brace. He plopped into one of the seats facing the empty desk and sighed. So...The principle wasn't here yet? He grinned mischievously, putting his feet up on the desk and scratching at his brace. Hell, it was itchy wearing the damn thing.
"That is rude, American" Ivan scolded, causing the other student to jump in surprise. "Holy shit you scared me!" Alfred cried and turned to Ivan who was sitting beside him. Before he could say anything else a mocking laugh erupted from inside him.
Ivan had two black eyes along with swollen nose and he looked like a raccoon. Alfred couldn't help but laugh at it, especially since he knew he had caused it.
"Maybe I should break your nose also? Hmm? Along with the rest of the bones in your body?" Ivan asked, lips formed into a tight smile and a dark aura surrounded him. Alfred calmed his boisterous laughter down to a snicker. The door opened and he quickly put his feet back down on the ground.
The elderly principle gave a heavy sigh as he sat in front of the two students and rubbed his balding head.
"Alright, Ivan, Alfred I want us all to have a calm talk and figure out why there is so much tension between you two. We have already had to call an ambulance twice in less than a week." He began the conversation, "Now Alfred, as far as I can tell you are the instigator to these acts?"
"Am not!" Alfred defended vehemently.
"Da, he is. He mocked me for my nationality and did not stop after I asked him to. Then, when I returned to school after my absence he broke my nose before I could say anything." Ivan stated smoothly and Alfred glared at him. So what if that were true? He deserved it anyway.
"But you gave me a concussion then tried to strangle me!" Alfred accused getting up angrily. The principle sighed.
"Merely a form of self defense" Ivan brushed off and Alfred was brimming with anger.
"Self defense my ass you commie freak!" He yelled and this caused Ivan to stand up too, enjoying how he could look down on the American because of his superior height.
"Care to repeat that, American?" Ivan threatened and Alfred couldn't take it anymore.
He was pissed, more than pissed. This Freak comes in, gives him a concussion, strangles him and ruins his ankle and thinks he can get away with it? He was such a violent creep! And that stupid scarf was right there, mocking him and he wanted to shred it into pieces.
"Go to hell commie bastard! And its not freaking winter so take off the damn scarf!" He shrieked and his lunged at it angrily. He pulled at the garment roughly, wrenching it from the others neck. Ivan acted quickly, grasping at the end and tried desperately to take his precious scarf back.
"Give it back! Отдайте это! Дайте это назад Вы идиот! Это порвется! Отпущенный!" (Give it back! Give it back you idiot! It will tear! Let go!) The taller teen slipped into Russian in his desperation as they fought like small children over a toy.
"ENOUGH!" The principle yelled angrily, startling the pair. Alfred dropped the scarf and Ivan was quick to bring it close to him, holding it protectively. "Stop acting like four year olds! If you two get into a big fight again I'll have both of you expelled. Do you understand me?" He ordered furiously.
"Yes sir" Alfred mumbled and Ivan repeated the phrase, still cradling the scarf.
"Now apologies to each other!" Alfred didn't dare argue with the angry man, he couldn't get expelled.
"Fine" he mumbled and turned to Ivan with a scowl on his face. "I'm sorry for calling you a commie and breaking your nose." He sighed, not happy at all.
Ivan nodded slowly at the confession before following suit. "I apologize for giving you a concussion, strangling you and hurting your ankle."
"Good now get out of my office and get back to class." The two quickly scurried out of the office and Alfred wanted nothing to do with the damn Russian. Unfortunately, they had Chemistry together and they had only missed ten minutes of class. Damn. Alfred walked silently, glaring at the floor with his hands in his pocket. Ivan stayed a little ways back for some reason but Alfred didn't question it. The silence dragged on as they walked the empty halls.
Alfred hated silence, he could never keep quiet for long. He turned around in order to address the Freak, walking backwards with relative ease. He blinked in surprised as he saw why Ivan was walking so slowly.
The Russian was taking slow steps, his focus on the scarf cradled in his arms. All his concentration was on the garment as he examined it carefully for any sort of tears or loose strands. Alfred bit his lip and he felt a twinge of guilt growing in his stomach. Maybe the scarf was important to him, he did wear it everyday. Shit, what if it was like Mattie's Kumajirou? Now he felt horrible!
"uh...Ivan? Look I'm sorry about the scarf...I didn't know it mean so much to ya..." He mumbled, his cheeks slightly reddening. The hell was he saying? Ivan looked up at him, slightly surprised. His gaze quickly shifted back down at his scarf.
"It is alright" he answered simply, wrapping the scarf back around his neck, instantly feeling more secure. Alfred noticed how one end had a tear.
"You know...My Dad's a tailor...He could probably fix it..." Alfred stated awkwardly. Why the hell was he starting to blush? This was the freak for God sakes! Ivan stared at him before giving his creepy smile.
"Da, thank you" Alfred nodded and looked down at the floor again, still walking backwards. Ivan didnt say anything else and Alfred was trying his best to get rid of the retarded blush he had staining his cheeks.
Suddenly, he felt Ivan's hand close around his shirt pulling him toward him. He yelped in surprise as he was pressed into the other's chest. Stunned, he froze in shock and confusion. What just happened? Once he got his senses back, he pushed at the broad chest right in front of him. "The hell!"
"You were about to smack your head on the wall." Ivan explained, releasing him. "You should be more careful, Alfred." Alfred reddened once more in embarrassment and spun around to find the wall right there. Ivan moved past him, toward the door to their class and walked in. Alfred stared after him and he realized that had been the first time Ivan had used his name. Wait, why the hell would he care about that? He shook his head and walked into the room.
All his classmates were paired off in the back of the room. Crap, they had a lab today.
"Alfred, Ivan you'll have to pair off for the Flame Test Lab. You better hurry too, if you don't finish you have to come during your lunch." Their teacher ordered. Alfred groaned, just his luck to be paired with the Freak. He grumbled to himself before padding over to the drawer and taking his goggles out. He wrestled with them, it was hard putting them on while he wore his glasses. Ivan watched him silently.
"Well? Come on! Put your goggles on already." Alfred said annoyed, he wanted to get this done so he could eat his lunch in peace. Ivan blinked at him and tilted his head. Shit...He must have never done a lab before... Alfred groaned, this was gonna take a lot longer.
"Ok, go ask the teacher for some goggles, write your name on them with a sharpie." He sighed, Ivan quickly obeyed and walked over to the teacher. Alfred got them a lab table in the back after grabbing two lab packets from the teacher's desk. He pulled out from another drawer a lighter and plugged in the Bunsen burner. Ivan was soon by his side again.
"Alright so you have to wear the goggles or else you get ten points off. Some safety rule or something. Anyway here's your lab packet, read over the directions while a light this thing." Alfred instructed, pushing the paper over to the Russian. He turned the gas knob slowly and flicked the lighter on. The Bunsen caught quickly and he pulled away, tweaking it so the flame wasn't too high. Ivan stared at it in childlike awe.
"Ok..." Alfred scanned through the directions and grinned. This lab actually seemed pretty cool, just had to burn a bunch of sticks and see what color they were, then identify them. The pyromaniac within him was bouncing around in excitement. He left the table to get the sticks along with two bowls filled each with an unknown powder.
"So this is what we have to do." He demonstrated, taking a stick and dipping it in a beaker of water on the table. He placed the stick in the bowl marked "Substance #1" and pulled it out, showing how it was now covered with the white powder. "Now for the fun part." He grinned as he placed the stick above the flame and watched as it caught fire. It bloomed a beautiful violet and Alfred watched the bright flame in awe. He glanced back at his partner and was struck by how much the flame looked like Ivan's eyes. He had never noticed how violet they were..
"Alfred, the flame." Ivan warned and Alfred snapped his gaze back on the burning stick. He blew it out, his cheeks dusted pink.
"Yeah, so you do the next one. Oh and write down on the observations page the color. I'll go get the other substances...Lets try and finish this quick." He mumbled quickly, escaping the awkward situation.
Ivan tilted his head at the American's behavior. He was so odd. Why had he been staring at him for so long...? Ivan shrugged and dipped the stick in the water coating it in the second powder. It flamed a bright yellow, reminding him of the painted sunflower in his room. It was a pretty color. Alfred came back with a few more bowls and Ivan blew out the flickering golden flame. The yellow flame also resembled Alfred's hair...
"Yellow? 'k write it down" Alfred said, jotting down the color. The pair worked efficiently, going through the 11 substances easily. When they were finished Alfred turned off the Bunsen burner.
"Now what?" Ivan asked, his answer was the loud ring of the bell. Alfred cursed. "We have to identify these...Damn. Okay I'll grab a textbook and at lunch we can do it quick." He sighed, Ivan nodded before leaving to go off to his next class. Alfred signed out a textbook, stuffing it in his backpack before leaving the room. Walking through the halls to his next class, he realized what had just happened.
Ivan and him had gone from fighting over a scarf to working together easily. It was so...weird. And now he had to sit with him at lunch. Ugg, this was just so awkward! Maybe he should punch him...No. He could not get expelled, his Dad would flip. He chewed at his bottom lip and walked into his next class.
Matthew and Gilbert watched completely in shock. Their cafeteria food practically untouched as they stared at the scene before them. Alfred and Ivan working together, calmly and efficiently. Only yesterday were they beating each other to a bloody pulp. Matthew found the transformation quite unnerving.
The pair working ignored them as they shared the textbook between them. They pointed at different chemicals, working together in order to write the formulas.
"I never thought I'd see the day..." Gilbert said in awe.
"The weirdest thing is I've never seen Al try so hard on an assignment... Gilbert, I'm scared..." Matthew responded, taking nibble of his plain sandwich.
"Quick am I still awesome?" Gilbert asked suddenly and Matthew raised a brow. "Yes, you're still awesome."
"Okay, so it isn't the apocalypse!" Gilbert declared with a grin. It would suck if the world was ending. He and Matt hadn't even gone out on their first official date!
Matthew rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the smile from appearing on his face.
"Done! Finally!" Alfred exclaimed happily, snapping the textbook shut. He grinned in triumph before taking a bite of his food. "Mkay, so we have to turn this in before lunch ends." Alfred said munching happily on the food. Ivan twitched at the foul manners and then grabbed the others hand. Alfred froze and stared at him before realizing the Russian was just trying to look at his watch.
"We have ten minutes, Alfred." Ivan said and Alfred cursed, stuffing the rest of his food into his mouth before grabbing the textbook.
"Alright! Off we go! See ya Mattie, Gil." Alfred waved goodbye as he ran out of the cafeteria, Ivan following at a much more leisurely pace.
"How long will the peace last?" Matthew wondered out loud, taking a bite of his sandwich pensively.
"I give em til the end of the day. They'll probably fight over something dumb by then." Gilbert announced his prediction, his awesome prediction. "Hey Mattie, you want to come over to my place tonight? Feli's coming over which means a delicious pasta dinner!" Gilbert asked excitedly. Matthew smiled and pretended to think about it in order to watch the other squirm impatiently.
"I guess I could..." He mused with a playful smirk, not expecting the suffocating hug he received. When had Gilbert gone to his side of the table?.
"You're the best Matt!" The albino cried, giving him a couple pecks on the lips. He couldn't stop himself when it made the other blush heavily. "Gil! Stop it!" Matthew whined embarrassed as he pushed the Prussian off of him. Gilbert finally acquiesced, sitting down next to him.
"I cant help myself Matt! Your awesomeness is just so kissable." Matthew reddened even more at the comment. Why did Gilbert have to be so embarrassing?
Alfred exited the chemistry room right when the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. He groaned, knowing now he had to hurry to the other side of the building to get to his next class. Might as well be the other side of the world. Grumbling to himself he started to walk as fast as he could without looking retarded. Fuck it. He slowed down, no longer caring if he was a few minutes late.
"We will be late if we do not hurry." Came Ivan's voice beside him. Alfred almost jumped out of his skin. Shit! Had he been there the whole time? He thought he'd left him in the chem room!
"Why are you following me?" Alfred hissed, hurrying his step, not in order to get to class on time but to get away from the creep.
"We have U.S. History together, we even sit next to each other. How cruel of you to have forgotten." Ivan answered childishly though with a certain menacing undertone. Alfred blinked before realizing his mistake and he pouted. He wanted to get away from the Russian but life seemed to despise him at the moment.
"So we should hurry, da?" Ivan reiterated, smiling creepily as they walked the halls. Alfred glared at him.
"Maybe I don't want to get there on time. Leave me alone alright? We're probably getting that stupid quiz back anyway." He hated getting grades, it was always another excuse for Dad to yell about how much of a disappointment he was. Ivan tilted his head in confusion.
"It is not good to be late for class." Ivan commented aloud as his smile morphed into a smirk. "If Alfred does not want to arrive on time maybe I should carry him?" Ivan mused outloud and Alfred stopped brows furrowed.
"You're not serious right?"
There was dangerous glint in Ivan's violet eyes as he moved closer to him and Alfred didnt want to wait to see if the other would do as he said. He did NOT want to be carried to his class like some girl by this freak. That would be way to embarassing. So he ran, running as fast as he could. Speeding through the halls and expertly manuvering through the throngs of students milling about. He chanced a glance behind him to see that Ivan was right at his heels, moving fast for someone as big as him. Alfred ran harder.
He skidded to a halt at the door and flung it open, panting harshly. The teacher blinked at him curiously as he stumbled inside, followed by a smiling Russian. The bell rang as Alfred collapsed into his seat, Ivan sitting to his left. The American glared at him angrily and Ivan merely smiled back. He even had the nerve to giggle. Damn him.
"I hate you." Alfred hissed before slipping his hands into his bag to pull out his binder. The comment only made Ivan giggle harder until he finally he calmed himself. The teacher was yaking about the industrial revolution or something but Alfred was too tired and angry to pay much attention. Instead he doodled. First it was a superhero saving some chick. Then it was the superhero beating up the villain. Soon it was just him beating up Ivan. They were only stick figures though, Ivan's had a scarf in order to differentiate himself. He sneaked a glance at the other to find him listening carefully to the teacher and taking notes. So was Ivan book smart? Was he nerd? Alfred pondered these questions before he heard the teacher say the words he dreaded.
"Class, I'm handing back the quizzes from last week." The teacher announced pulling out a packet of papers. Alfred slumped in his seat, as the teacher gave them out alphabetically. Why did his last name have to be Bonnefoy? Why not Jones or Williams? Hell, his father's name Kirkland would have been better. But no, stupid Papa had to have Bonnefoy as his last name.
"Alfred." The woman addressed, placing the paper on his desk. "Please try harder." She sighed, her tone weary and defeated. He frowned and ignored her, instead turning the paper over to learn his grade. 11 out of 20. Could have been better, definitely could have been worse. He shrugged, it wasnt the worst grade he'd ever gotten and hopefully Dad wouldn't explode over some quiz grade. His ears perked when the teacher spoke again.
"Ivan" She handed the Russian his test before whispering to him. "You did well for someone who had only been here a few days into the lesson. If you have any questions about English you can ask me alright?" She said helpfully, before walking away to the next person. Alfred blinked, did Ivan have trouble writing English? Well he did come from another country. He wondered what the Freak had gotten... Sneakily, he tried to lean over for the pencil he 'dropped' in order to catch a glance at the commie's grade.
"I receive a 10. 5, Alfred. If you are so curious about my grades you only need to ask. You are horrible at spying." Ivan stated, looking over at the guilty American who was now spluttering about his pencil. Alfred sighed before grinning evily.
"Heh, I beat ya." He announced happily. Ivan raised a brow and looked to see the other's grade.
"Da, but you were here for the entirety of the lesson." He pointed out.
"I still beat ya. Just accept that I'm smarter than you." Alfred continued, his smirk growing ever larger, along with his ego.
"Nyet, you are not smarter than I. Luckier maybe. This will not happen again."
"Oh really? I bet you the next test we have I'll get a higher grade than you." Alfred taunted mischeviously.
"Fine, but I already have an advantage dear Alfred." Ivan said, smirking darkly. He held up his careful notes. "There is a test next week and what we discussed today will be most definitely on it. You should know this of course if you had been paying attention." His voice lowered to a menacing whisper and he pointed at the other's notebook, filled with stick figures. "But instead, little Alfred was too focused on drawing me."
Alfred bristled, his cheeks heating up at what the other said. Man, he wanted to punch him right in the swollen nose, make his eyes even darker. But he couldn't, couldn't afford to get in trouble again. Instead, he leaned away so he was not tempted so much.
"We'll see Ivan." He hissed in what he hoped sounded as menacing as the other's dark whisper.
The bell rang and Alfred hurried out of the room. No more classes with Ivan for the day, he was free. Freedom. How he loved it. Hopefully Mattie would let him see his U.S. History notes and help him out so he could show the damn commie he wasnt an idiot. He'd show 'em.
"Alfred, you never care about taking notes. Why do you need mine all of a sudden?" Matthew asked still quite bewildered. Alfred pouted before answering the question.
"Because!" he whined. Matthew raised a brow, his way of saying "If you dont tell me whats going on you're not getting anything and I will never make you pancakes ever again." Alfred groaned, curse Mattie and his amazing pancakes. His twin always won the argument when their existence was put into jeapordy.
"Fine, I bet Ivan I could get a better grade than him on the next test! So please can I use your notes!" Alfred explained, hands clasped together as if in prayer. Matthew couldnt help but laugh at his brothers predicament.
"Wow Al, why would you bet something like that?" He teased but stopped when he saw the genuine hurt in his brother's eyes. Alfred had always been sensitive about his low grades, usually ending with him crying quietly to himself in his room after one of Arthur's nastier rants about them. Matthew felt guilty about teasing him for it.
"Al I didn't mean it. Look don't worry, I'll help you ok? If you have any questions just ask me." He said quickly, fumbling with his backpack to pull out his own neat detailed notes. Alfred smiled and hugged his brother with a thank you.
"So can you teach me tonight?" Alfred asked hopefully, glancing over the notes. Matthew frowned slightly.
"Sorry Al, Gil invited me over for dinner. Maybe tomorrow?" He stated and hated how his brother's eager face fell.
"Nah, it's ok. Don't worry about it. I'll just read over the notes and ask you some questions when you get back." he said with a forced smile. He knew it was selfish to expect Mattie to always say yes to his requests. Matthew gave him a reassuring smile.
"It'll be fine Al. I'll have you completely prepared for next weeks test! You'll beat him by at least 10 points." Matthew encouraged. Relief pooled inside him when he saw his cheerful brother's usual grin appear on his face. Feeding the ego always brought him back. Unless it was something really bad.
"You're right. I'll totally beat the Freak" Alfred declared determinedly. This was war.
Sorry for the wait, this chapter was being a bitch and I had to work on homework and other icky things...
Hopefully next chapter will be up soon...Only time will tell...
Anyway next chapter we have Gilbert and Matthew's first date! Yay. And Papa Francis, he needs to be in this fic more.
I'm also EXTREMELY excited about the chapter after the next, in fact it's already written... I titled it 'The Epic dinner tale of perverted awesomeness'
The dinner being Saturday when Toris and his orphan are coming over for dinner. Oh hon hon hon~
Yes you should be excited for it. But you'll just have to wait~
Anyway, I don't speak Russian so forgive me if that's completely wrong.
I shall see you in the next update
Oh and Review!...Please? I love you! Isn't that enough? What do you want from me? (other than the next chapter -.-; )