Chapter 2: School Days
[Flashback to First Semester]
"Okay, so what you do is you drop the liquid into the sugar cube and light it on fire! Then just before it turns brown, drop ice cold water slow into the drink. Enjoy!" the all-American boy sat in the middle of the circle consisting of his coterie, which included Gilbert, Antonio, Wang Yao, Elizabeta, Romano, and the school's secretary, Feli. Alfred took a large sip of absinthe and then proceeded to dance in his drunken stupor. Of course, he cannot dance worth anything.
The others then quickly followed him and the party started. This was a typical Friday night in W Academy; as Alfred was the son of the superintendent, he could virtually get away with anything. No matter how hard Ludwig tries to discipline him, he always had the upper hand.
"Ve! It's been such a long time since I was-ah drunk, I must-ah invite Ludwig,"
"Feli are you crazy?"
"Romano, dance with me! We can make beautiful love to the sounds of the guitarra!"
"Haha! Not on my bed losers!"
Alfred walked towards his bed and peed on it, claiming it as his own; of course, it was his own already, but the territorial marking made it clearer. He then merrily skipped out of his dorm and knocked on his neighbor's door.
"A man was found murdered on Sunday morning. His wife immediately called the police. The police questioned the wife and staff and got these alibis: The Wife said she was sleeping. The Cook was cooking breakfast. The Gardener was picking vegetables. The Maid was getting the mail. The Butler was cleaning the closet. The police instantly arrested the murdered. Who did it and how did they know?"
"Mattie," Alfred drunkenly stated, "you need to stop reading Harry Potter books, your dorm is not the Ravenclaw-hic-common room!"
"Sorry brother, no answer, no open,"
"The answer is 'your mom,' hah! Owned!"
Alfred then ran back to his dorm, wheezing since he thought his joke was so hilarious. Everyone else, however, even though they were drunk to the maximum, still thought he was an idiot.
~xxxxx~
[Flashback to "Holy shit"]
In Arthur's twenty-three years of living, he had never been in such an awkward situation. However, he had to keep face in front of the other students; he'll deal with Alfred later.
"So, I want you all to read Les Miserables tonight and write me a literary criticism," Arthur grins. The whole class groans, except for one young man, who is still paralyzed in his seat.
"Just kidding. No homework tonight,"
Arthur was relieved to hear the ringing of the bell; finally, he does not have to fight the urge to stare at Alfred anymore, wondering why he never even bothered to ask about his age! He could be a minor for Heaven's sake! But, he did want to talk to him.
"Mr. Jones, I would like to have a word with you,"
Alfred waited until every student in the classroom scampered off before he could face the teacher in front him. He was scared; his teacher could get in trouble for what he did! Not to mention, the situation is so very awkward; he needed to find an excuse to get out of there immediately.
"Sorry, Arthu—Mr. Kirkland. I have AP… Physics next period you see, and I can't miss it, heh," he placed his hand behind his neck.
"Sit down. I checked your schedule and you have a free period next. So, you're the son of the superintendent. And you did not have the testicles to tell me that you were a student?!"
"Hey! I have testicles! You saw them!"
"That is wildly inappropriate!"
"Just saying…"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Alfred was shocked at Arthur's sudden change in tone; it was endearing instead of angry. The blonde shuffled his feet and stared at them, then mumbled, "I thought you were attractive, and I figured if you thought that I was still a youngin' you won't be interested…"
"Well, what am I to do? That happened, and I am your teacher,"
"I can switch out of this class!"
"No, you need this class to graduate with high honors. That's what you want right? I read your personal essay during class,"
"Well, yeah, but—,"
"I won't allow you to switch out of a necessary class. I won't allow it,"
Alfred peered at the Brit in front of him. Alfred thought the Englishman was attractive this morning, before he really got a good look at him; however, in the still classroom at the moment, he notices how gorgeous Arthur is. Arthur's fringes lay softly across his forehead, perfectly framing his prominent face. His eyebrows take on a life, full of expression. The glimmering eyes painted with the deepest of green are shielded by thick eyelashes. It seems as though Arthur's face was in a constant scowl, but Alfred didn't mind. Alfred was hooked, and Arthur was his drug. They have known each other for less than a day, and Alfred thought that the Englishman was a masterpiece from his head to his toe that he needed to protect. Speaking of toes and protection,
"You have nice toes," Alfred bumbled
"Alfred, I hope you realize that this is a serious matter,"
"I'll be your hero, Artie! I won't let you get fired!"
"I appreciate your enthusiasm but—,"
"I'll punch anyone who tries to kick you out! And then I'll punch their punch!"
"Alfred, could you not—,"
Arthur sighs as he gets interrupted by a rambling about superheroes and toes.
"I'm hungry do you wanna go get food?"
"Alfred, we're still in school,"
"So? It's easy to sneak out!"
Arthur was left speechless when he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist and pulled by a surprisingly strong student towards the exit of the building.
~xxxxx~
"Hey Ludwig, did you-ah know that I had a lover when I was really young?"
"Hm. That's interesting,"
Feli tenderly curled his finger around his hair curl, reminiscing about his old flame.
"Yeah, I never knew if he liked-ah me or not until he kissed me before he went to move. You remind me of him a lot you know? Ve. He was very strict and had blue eyes and blonde hair just like you, Ludwig!"
"That's nice to know,"
"I can't seem to remember his name now, but I know his last name was Beil-something!"
Ludwig looked at him with his icy blue eyes and raised an eyebrow.
"I hope I see him again, he was my true love~"
A/N: Omg idk