A/N 1: Hey, kiddos! So, I have decided that instead of uploading on the 19th, I'll be uploading BY the 19th. Sound good? Also, there are some new pairings!
Warning: BABY SMUT

Pairings:

USUK
AsaFem!Kiku
AmeriFem!Can
PruFem!Can
SpaMano
USUkraine
FrUK

Arthur's stride to his large desk was short and painful. His arse still hurt a bit from Friday, but he knew he could manage. The early Monday morning light forced its way through the blinds and lit up the classroom in an almost ethereal glow. Arthur had exactly thirty minutes to get his lessons ready and drink his third cup of tea–his usual routine. Yet, today he felt on-edge, twitchy, and distracted. He wasn't ready to face the loud-mouthed American that had invaded his body and soul. The way Arthur had called out Alfred's name so wantonly made the Brit's face light up in a glow of pink embarrassment and guilt. He sat at the large organized desk and rested his head in his hand. He wasn't one to cheat; the act had just happened. He couldn't exactly tell his wife, for the guilt made his eyes smart painfully and his lips trapped the words in his mouth. The words didn't bang upon his teeth, demanding to be let out either; they just choked him and left him to wallow in his misery.

The boy really was beautiful though. He had piercing blue eyes that gazed down to your very being and turned your insides to jelly. He had hands that were too big and clumsy but cupped and massaged and loved so tenderly it made Arthur's heart hurt. The boy's gentle, dirty-blond hair that hung loosely across his forehead, save for the stubborn cowlick that refused to stay down had Arthur break out in an invigorating sweat. Yet, it wasn't just these attributes that had Arthur's body reacting this way. Alfred's handsome personality had drawn the Brit in, and once he saw this he found himself shackled to the boy's very existence, as if Arthur couldn't live without him. The younger was always so happy, an infectious happy that had you smiling even when you didn't want to. He wanted to take care of and save every person he got close to, especially the students. Arthur knew Alfred was a kind and caring person just from the way the boy talked about his pupils –he never had anything bad to say and was always helping them strive for greater goals. The boy really was meant to be working with kids, Arthur thought. Before he could rebuke himself for thinking of the physics teacher, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Oi, you tea-sucking creep! You gonna actually teach us? Che palle! What's wrong with you, zoning out like we don't even exist?" a scowling, tan Italian boy barked out suddenly in his deep voice, making Arthur jump in his seat.

Bloody hell, he thought. I didn't even finish planning the lesson! I can't believe I was woolgathering that entire time. He was so surprised with himself, that he didn't notice when another more bubbly Italian spoke up.

"But, Lovino! You get that cute look on your face when we're in Spanish class. You don't need to be so mean, grande fratello!" The brothers' bickering was passed back and forth as the elder Italian's blush deepened, and the classroom filled with muffled laughter. Arthur continued rummaging around his desk, desperately looking for papers to distribute before he reprimanded the two miscreants.

Alfred was feeling god dammed good today. The tension in his shoulders had risen, and he felt quite relieved to go back to school. He couldn't wait to see his lover and plant sloppy kisses all along the Brit's face and to just hold him. Over the weekend, he had made Kat leave for good, and he realized that he had never gotten to do these things with Arthur. Their relationship before they made love consisted of redundant pranks and tomfoolery as well as some slight hints and checking out asses while the other wasn't looking. Arthur hadn't liked him from the beginning, but they soon became very close –best friends even –despite the halfhearted insults on Artie's behalf. Their relationship had continued on the rise to greater than friends. Alfred knew Arthur was married and didn't want to ruin that for him, so he had backed off a bit for a couple of weeks. Those weeks were the worst. Every second felt like a year as Alfred forced himself to reverse the relationship, and he fell out of love with Katyusha. She hadn't even noticed, just went along complaining about life and her siblings. She was blind, loving Alfred even as he didn't return the pressure of her kisses and hugs. Alfred couldn't even remember why he was attracted to her in the first place. With her, it started as a one night stand after a late-night college party; but forget that! Arthur was still on his mind.

Even though it was for the best, even though it killed him, Alfred had to stop. He stopped eating lunch with the Brit, stopped going to the bar together every Saturday, and stopped smiling and waving to him in the halls. Last week however, he realized that perhaps he had gone a tad far with the reverse. For that reason, he had sought Arthur out to show him cool stuff and be awesome together as friends. That obviously hadn't worked. He hated the slow process of losing Arthur and missed him dearly. Those months of holding back were killer. That night on Friday, it was like something had snapped inside of him. When the man's supple ass was waving in the air, beckoning him over, he couldn't help himself.

Alfred had felt bad for a long while afterwards, but the act itself was absolute heaven. He figured if Arthur didn't like him, he wouldn't have cheated on his wife with the most awesome person in the first place. He couldn't wait until lunch to go see the no doubt blushing Brit. He had work to do now, however. There was apparently a new student today.

Madeline Bonnefoy, the paper read. Huh. That last name sounded quite familiar, but he discarded that thought, for the students had begun to pile into the small classroom.

"Hey, guys!" he said a bit too loudly "We've got a new student, today!" He looked down at his new list of students and read the name aloud, "Madeline Bonnefoy. Huh, I wonder where she is." A murmur of agreement ran through the classroom. A small cough silenced them, and all eyes were directed to the blonde in pigtails right next to Alfred. A plain, red hoodie hung loosely around her small body, a pleated, black mini skirt flared from her hips, red clips adorned her bangs, rectangular frames made a thin sheet of protection in front of her blue eyes, and small maple leaf charms clinked together around her petite wrists. "O-Oh, hey there, you must be Madeli-" he didn't get to finish his sentence as he was cut off.

"Actually, I prefer Maddie. Maddie Williams, if you don't mind," she said, her pink glossy lips parting almost seductively.

"A-Ah, but on here it says y-your last name is Bo-" Alfred managed to say in a wavering voice before he was interrupted again.

"Maddie Williams," she said, eyes narrowing and voice coming out clearer and stronger. Although it wasn't much louder than before, she gave off the air that she knew what she was talking about. Alfred felt so baffled, all he could do was agree and show her the empty seat in the front where most of the other girls were gathered. The group swallowed her with squeals of delight at getting a pretty new girl instead of one of the weird kids.

Alfred cleared his throat in hopes that it would silence the group of congealed teens. It was going to be a long period.

Maddie walked into her new physics room and looked around in astonishment. The class was so infinitesimal, only about ten chairs in all. Her last schools were in Canada and France, where the rooms were three times as large as this one. It was a good place to blend into the wallpaper and disappear from the eyes of the bitch queens and their advisors who didn't own the gracious trait of mercy. Here however, it would be extremely hard to amalgamate into the shadows. Her new classmates pushed passed her as if she wasn't even there. The teacher called out her name, and she looked up. Maddie muttered an "I'm here," which was blatantly ignored. She sighed; maybe hanging in the shadows wouldn't be so hard after all. After a few seconds of clearing her throat however, she was finally noticed.

Her new teacher had dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes, and the light danced off his glasses happily. He smiled down at her toothily and spoke. Her eye twitched in anger at hearing the Bonnefoy name, and she corrected him with the name she would actually prefer. Since her eighteenth birthday was a few days ago, she could even change it to Williams if she wanted. After insisting that her last name was Williams and not Bonnefoy, he showed her to her new seat kindly. She was suddenly caught in a slew of many girls demanding answers to fuel the gossip train, no doubt.

When Mr. Jones had finally called the attention back upon him and was excitedly talking about wavelengths and frequencies, Maddie had the realization that she had learned these things already. She sighed rather loudly and rested her cheek in her hand. She could feel her eyes glaze over in boredom. She wondered if these girls would leave her alone after this class, now that they got what they wanted from her. If not, she could get used to the attention; it wasn't unpleasant, as long as they didn't try to control her or make fun of her like the last schools when they decided to notice. Her mind wandered back into the classroom and focused on Mr. Jones. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm when he taught, and the rest of her peers seemed to genuinely enjoy his speech. His smile was quite contagious, and Maddie found herself grinning back, cheeks forming a roseate hue. He gesticulated with his hands a lot. The French in her made her marvel at what else they could do.

She suddenly felt extremely hot and took her oversized sweatshirt off. The low cut, clinging blouse wasn't something she would normally wear, but the French whore back home –who was probably fucking a neighbor this second– insisted on picking out her back to school outfit; Maddie was able to sneak her favorite hoodie with her, thank God. She fisted a hand into her backpack to fish out the scarf that would have been bunched up under her sweatshirt and wrapped it around her neck discreetly and ran her hands through her pigtails to smooth the frizz. She felt the eyes of the boys behind her and her face flushed more as she attempted to pay attention to what Mr. Jones was talking about now. She couldn't focus. Maddie noticed that his eyes kept flicking over to her eyes and manifested cleavage and, each time her blush deepened.

They continued making eye contact throughout the class period, and some of the other girls noticed this. They cast amazed and jealous glances at her before scooting their chairs closer to her. Some even passed notes asking her to walk with them in the halls after class. She was so busy passing back "yes" to every girl that asked that she didn't notice Mr. Jones call her name.

"Maddie, can you tell me what are the units you use for specific gravity?" he asked. When she didn't answer he looked up from the blackboard where he was awaiting her answer. "Maddie?"

Maddie looked up at last. She hadn't heard the question, and from the looks of the other students, they were expecting an answer. "W-What was the question again?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Bonnefoy. I'm afraid I don't repeat questions to students who weren't listening. If you would, please see me after class. Now, does anybody else know the answer?" Mr. Jones said not unkindly. Maddie felt her blood boil at her proper name, more so than normal. Her cheeks were pink in anger, and she imagined tying the man up naked to force him through humiliation and possibly indulge herself. She mentally slapped that thought away. He obviously wasn't trying to be rude, but no one had ever gotten that kind of reaction of malice out of her before. This man, Mr. Jones, continued to intrigue her, and she vowed to know his first name by the end of the day. When the bell sounded and it was the end of class, everyone quickly gathered their things to leave. The girls whom Maddie had promised to walk with looked back at her expectantly before leaving. She supposed she would have to tell them all about Mr. Jones's "little talk" later.

Maddie stood up, forcing the chair beneath her to release a disgustingly loud screech to permeate the near empty room. Mr. Jones looked up and extended his index finger, commanding her to walk to his desk. The insides of her thighs tingled and her body shook in anticipation, for she had never gotten into trouble before. The thrill was amazing. When she got there, he sighed and looked up at her with questioning eyes.

"Were you perhaps confused about the lesson? I mean, kids usually pay attention in my class, so this is a first."

She sputtered, not expecting those words. She thought he would chastise her for passing notes, not this. And then, she realized an amazing opportunity had presented itself. "Y-Yeah, sir," she said, feigning innocence and stupidity, "I didn't exactly understand the work, so I was confused. I have to admit, my mind wasn't exactly here for a good portion of your lesson."

"Ah, just as I thought! You're welcome to stay after school to get some help. I'm here until 3:30 p.m.," Mr. Jones said amiably. A few students started wandering in for the next class, and Maddie felt her heart beat a little faster.

That time wasn't soon enough for the student, and she immediately shook her head. "No, I can't make it then. When is your lunch? I have a study hall 6th period," she said and paused. "I think that's during B Lunch."

Mr. Jones released a chuckle and Maddie found her little stroke of luck that had been avoiding her for a good eighteen years, "Of course. I eat during B Lunch, but I was going to do something then." The disappointed look on Maddie's face changed his mind however, and he said, "Well, the student is more important than the teacher's pleasure anyways. I'll write you a pass for you to come here 6th period." And so, Maddie Williams walked out of the physics classroom with a more confident stride and determined to come back.

Arthur's lunch announced itself much sooner than hoped. He had been so unnerved that morning he didn't get a chance to pack a lunch. Sakura would normally make onigiri or a bento box for him, but on Mondays and Tuesdays she had an early client at the office and didn't have enough time to do so. His stomach grumbled, but he was expecting Alfred to harass him this period and ignored his body's plea for sustenance. He picked up a stray paperclip between his thumb and forefinger and let his mind fall into a daydream as he inspected the inanimate object. Arthur stared so long his bottom started getting pins and needles. A desperate need to get out of the dusty room took hold of Arthur's entire being.

He stood suddenly and walked out to the halls. Arthur contemplated the paths: left, towards Alfred's classroom, right, not towards Alfred's classroom. He decided on the right and made long strides throughout the halls. He had been contemplating talking to Mr. Carriedo all day, anyways, so his destination was set. Arthur hoped to get some advice from the Spanish teacher all day. The man was literally from Spain, the country of passion, so hopefully he had some good pointers on what to do with his situation. Arthur grumbled under his breath the whole way there. He had no clue how he was supposed to ask Mr. Carriedo. He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost rudely walked into Mr. Beillschmidt.

"Hey, watch where you're-!" started the self-proclaimed Prussian before Arthur cut him off.

"Terribly sorry. Excuse me," he said quietly, eyes on his shoes before beginning his escape.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Arthur, c'mon! You still mad at me?" he called back, German accent extremely evident.

Arthur stopped in his tracks and looked back. Gilbert wore a plain, blue baggy jumpsuit and was pushing a trashcan around with cleaning supplies. His white hair shone in the bright light, and the red of his eyes stared back hopefully. Arthur guessed that this day would happen sooner or later, no matter how much he prayed it would be later. "Suppose I am," he said, walking back with a blush dusting his cheeks. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot, waiting for more excuses.

"Look," Gilbert said, "I'm really sorry for what we almost did. We were both drunk, and I swear I'm straight. I guess we both just get gay when we're drunk." Gilbert laughed and Arthur's face flamed in shame and he averted his eyes. "I guess it wouldn't be a good idea to ask you to go out drinking with me and Mathias again, would it?"

"Certainly not!" Arthur practically yelled. Gilbert's face fell, and Arthur couldn't help but extend a hand to his friend's shoulder. "I forgive you, Gil, but I really don't think it's smart to waste money on alcohol when you're living on a janitor's salary."

"IT IS NOT JANITOR, I AM TOO AWESOME FOR SUCH REMEDIAL JOBS, I AM ZA CUSTODIAN!" Gilbert suddenly yelled.

Arthur threw his hands up and chuckled, "Of course! I remember." They chatted for a while longer before saying goodbye. Gilbert was headed toward Alfred's room, to "clean up," which really meant to strike up a conversation and waste time. Arthur continued on his path to the Spanish room a bit more confidently than before.

The door was slightly ajar and voices drifted out to Arthur. His raised fist slowly fell, and his face took on a more horrified look when he listened closer to the conversation.

"Do you remember the first word you taught me?" a voice with a deep Italian accent said. There was silence and what sounded like slow footsteps. A soft thud and grunt from a different male voice. "You taught me besame."

"Lovi, I-I don't think this is such a good i-" started the other voice before he was silenced.

"I can't help just sitting in this class anymore, with your damned back turned to me. Stop looking away, dammit. I-I want a besame. I need one. Antonio…" the Italian voice huskily whispered. "Kiss me."

Arthur heard a mellifluous moan followed by the soft smacking of lips. He backed away quietly, face extremely red. A-Antonio with a student? He didn't even know the Spaniard was gay! It boggled Arthur's mind. He quickly turned on his heel to run back to his room, where he expected Alfred to be waiting for him. When he got back however, the room was empty, just as he left it.

Maddie walked down the hall during her 6th period study hall. All day after physics class with Mr. Jones, her newly found friends followed her everywhere. They thought she was cool. Nobody ever had thought she was cool before! She felt her confidence and ego rise tremendously in such a short period. Maddie walked confidently and with purpose now. A small smirk adorned her face, and she wore her flashy clothes with poise. Her smile grew when she passed a janitor with white hair who stared at her with his jaw hanging open. Although he was really cute, she silently dismissed him with a flip of her hair.

Maddie didn't hesitate when she knocked upon Mr. Jones's door. She had a plan, and she would use the natural French in her to help her along. The old Maddie was gone and good riddance too! The old Maddie got her nowhere but the shadows. They were cool and quiet, but she was ready for some fun in her life.

The door opened to reveal Mr. Jones wiping bread crumbs away from his mouth. "Hey, Maddie! Come on in," he said through the bite of burger in his mouth. Maddie obliged and perched herself on the edge of Mr. Jones's desk. He paused after seeing this but shrugged and sat at his desk anyway. "So, what didn't you understand, today?"

"Are you from around here, Mr. Jones?" she asked suddenly, ignoring his question. She needed to get him comfortable.

He stuttered confusedly, "I-I... No, I'm not. I'm actually from New York City, which is like six hours away."

"It must be hard being away from your family. I know it is for me," she said a little sadly, begging for sympathy.

"Oh?" he said, cocking his head to the side.

"Yeah," Maddie said, "my mom died a couple years ago, and I didn't even know my dad. He lived in Paris for a while, until he was forced to take me in." She took a deep breath before continuing, "Of course, it sucked for me since I lived in Canada and had to go to France with the bastard." She looked over at Mr. Jones. His face screamed pity, and he put his hand reassuringly on her knee. Score, she thought.

"I know it's hard losing a parent," he said. "My dad walked out on me and my mom when I was real young, and I had to be the man of the house. I wanted to become a teacher so I could teach boys to be real men and take care of their families." He smiled up at her and couldn't help but think she reminded him of someone. Maddie was suddenly a lot closer than before. Alfred noted that her eyes weren't exactly blue; hers had a bit of a purplish hue.

"What's your name?" she asked in a whisper.

"Mr. Jones," he said nervously.

Maddie took hold of his face in her hands and stroked the roughness. "Your first name," she said.

Alfred could barely hear what Madeline Bonnefoy was saying to him. Her name tickled the back of his mind. He was intrigued by her, yes; yet, he wasn't attracted. Alfred just wanted to know why her name sounded so familiar. "Alfred," he said in a monotone voice. He blinked once, twice. She was getting closer to him. "Maddie, do you know anybody by the name of Francis?"

"Francis?" she said. Her eyes narrowed into tiny slits of anger, and her face contorted in disgust. "I don't feel like talk about my sperm donor right now," she said haughtily before finishing her decent to his mouth.

Her kiss tasted like cherry lip gloss and innocence, and Alfred's heart started racing in a panic. He didn't want this. Francis was his cousin for God's sake! Maddie slid off the desk and onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his torso and taking her shirt off to expose her B cup breasts. Alfred was disgusted with himself for letting this happen, and he pushed her away. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him.

"What, can't you have a little risk in your life?" she whispered seductively and licked his ear.

"Disgusting," he said. "Get the hell off me, Madeline. You don't know what you're doing."

"Oh, I know full well what I'm doing," she giggled.

Alfred couldn't take it anymore and shoved her to the floor. She landed with a small "oof!" He stood and walked to the door stiffly. Apparently, his body did like it, even though his heart and mind knew it was the most horrid thing to do. "Get out. Don't come back unless it's for class, and even then, don't say anything."

She pouted, "What? Why? What did I do wrong?"

"Everything!" Alfred shouted. "You moved here. You were partially raised by Francis. Or didn't you know? He's my fucking cousin. Don't make me tell you again. Get the fuck out"

The look on Alfred's face was enough to curdle milk, even Arthur would be proud of him. Maddie rose from the floor, took her time dusting off her bottom, and pulled her blouse and sweatshirt back over herself. Maybe coming out of the shadows wasn't such a good idea after all. Alfred slammed the door after she stepped over the threshold. She looked up to find the same janitor from earlier just as the tears fell down her remorseful face. He had a surprised look and extended a hand toward her for comfort or to make fun of her, she didn't know. Maddie cringed and pushed past to get as far away from the classroom as possible.

It was pretty eventful for a Monday after all.

A/N 2: YAY! I had absolutely no motivation to finish this, so I worked REALLY HARD. Heh heh. */shot

Like I said, BY the 19th, not necessarily ON the 19th. I seriously love each and every one of you guys, and I'm SO GRATEFUL. I cherish every comment on deviantArt and every review on FanFiction. Seriously, thank you.

And holy crap! I realized that I never credited my DEAR SISTER for BETA'ing every chapter. GOMENASAI! But, thanks so much, Sam! She has some pretty good smutty one-shots on here so get at it! Just search XSDansa. (: