My god, two chapters in a week's time? I must be doing nothing but writing fanfiction for you guys! (...the sad thing is it's true, I'm so bored with my life .-. Oh well! I enjoy writing!)
Anyways, welcome to the Ninth chapter of Colours! A couple of Warnings for this chapter,
Warning One: Beware the Angry America! He's so angry he can eat ten burgers in three minutes! (Though he could probably do that when he's not angry too but whatever)
Warming Two: Oh Dear is that a Make out scene I see near the end of the chapter? Oh dear. If you don't like reading those, then I suggest you skip that part.
And I believe that's it! Thank you Tainted Tuesday for the Beta and I hope everyone enjoys!
Disclaimer: Some guy in Japan owns the characters not me. I just make fun of them ^^
"So he just ditched you and went home? What a jerk!"
Matthew frowned at that, taking a moment to sidestep a couple of oncoming students. It was Monday morning, meaning the weekend had passed and school had resumed. Matthew had decided to walk with his brother to his locker, seeing as his classroom was in the same direction.
"It wasn't like that, Al. He wasn't feeling well, so we ended it early." He decided not to tell his brother about Gilbert's identity crisis. Gilbert would probably want that to stay a secret.
"He looked perfectly fine when he came to our house. He was probably faking." Alfred stopped in front of his locker and began to fiddle with the lock.
"Faking? Why would he be faking? It's a walk in the park, not an exam!"
"Well I dunno." Alfred shrugged, managing to open the lock. "Weird people do some weird thin—ARRRGGH!"
Students hastily backed away and papers were flung into the air as Alfred slammed into the locker doors across from his own. Matthew jumped, startled, before joining the rest of the students in the hallway in staring at the American with wide eyes. It grew silent then – or as silent as a busy morning hallway could get – as everyone turned back to the self-proclaimed hero's locker to see just what had frightened him so much. Two red balloons slowly and gracefully made their way down to the floor, and instantly Matthew understood. Whoever had put those balloons in there did not know that Alfred had mild globophobia.
It started out small, but within minutes the whole hallway was laughing at the poor American's plight. Alfred straightened himself out and fixed his clothes. Though his face was beet red, he still tried to look as if that was exactly what he wanted to happen.
"Hey! Alfred!"
He turned at his name to see—oh god no. Why did...why the hell was Emmett here? Wasn't his class in another direction? But there he was, standing right up at the front, surrounded by random females as he usually was. If God existed, he hated him.
"You better watch out, my friend! You don't want those deadly balloons to come and get you!" Emmett threw back his head and laughed, his pearly white teeth standing out against his dark, perfect, skin, ah, god damn, he was so freaking hot and he was laughing at him! What the hell?
The sharp ringing of the warning bell echoed throughout the halls forcing the students to disperse. Matthew, deciding to stay, timidly reached down and grabbed the balloons by the string. He stood there awkwardly, making a mental note to ditch the balloons later.
"Uh..."
"Who the hell—!" Alfred hissed venomously, startling the Canadian. He stormed back up to his locker and slammed the door back open. Flowers. The guy had the nerve to leave god damn flowers. And right there, in the middle of the bundle, lay an envelope. And on that envelope, in big letters read:
KOREA
Even without a name, he knew exactly who it was. More calmly than he felt, he gently closed his locker and placed the lock back on.
"I'm gonna kill him."
"E-eh?"
Alfred turned to his brother in surprise. In his rage he had forgotten that the other was there.
"Mattie!" Alfred huffed, struggling to keep his anger down while he addressed his younger twin. "You should...you should go to class. You don't want to be late." He made to pat Matthew's shoulder, but noticed that he was holding the balloons and quickly retraced his hand. "A-anyway, you have that hockey thing tonight, right?"
Matthew slowly nodded. His brother's mood swing unnerving him.
"Okay, listen. If you get home before I do, tell dad that I'll be home later, okay?"
"Well, sure, but where are you going?"
Alfred's expression darkened, and for just a moment, he allowed his anger to appear in his voice. "I have to pay a visit to someone special." And without elaborating, the American walked off. Matthew watched him for a while, silently debating if he should run after him when the second bell rang. Knowing that he was now late for class, the Canadian quickly scampered off, balloons and all.
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It was approximately an hour after the school day had ended, and Alfred found himself in front of the shack used to keep gym supplies. He didn't really want to be here, especially since it was the Korean himself that had asked him to come but this gave him the opportunity to be alone with Yong Soo; meaning no witnesses. An evil smile tugged on his lips at the thought and he opened the door. It was unlocked, just like the letter said it would be. The male inside turned at the creaking of the door and smiled at the expected American.
"Hi Alfred!" He exclaimed. Alfred said nothing, he simply stepped inside and made to close the door behind him.
"Wait!"
Alfred complied and Yong Soo reached over and flicked on a small light.
"Okay."
Alfred fully closed the door behind him and they were engulfed in a soft orange light. The blond ignored the various balls and sports supplies and made his way to the Korean.
"I'm glad you came, da~ze!" Yong Soo exclaimed with an innocent smile.
"Well, I have a special reason to be here."
Yong Soo's smile widened, not noticing the dark look on the other male's face.
"Yeah! That's why I got you flowers and balloons!" Alfred's eye twitched at the confession. "Thought we were moving too fast, da~ze. Though I didn't know you were scared of balloons." He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and laughed, and Alfred's anger grew stronger with each passing chuckle. "Though it is kind of funny! Afraid of ballo—"
And before Yong Soo could finish up his thought, he found himself pinned against the wall. Random dodge balls and equipment jumped off their sleeves from the impact, but neither of them seemed to notice.
"You bastard!" Alfred spat. "You embarrassed me in front of the whole school! And you think you can get me some stupid flowers and make everything better?" The Asian opened his mouth to speak and Alfred shoved him against the wall harder. Yong Soo shut his mouth, Alfred continued. "And you know who was there laughing it up with everyone else? Emmett! The one guy I want to impress was right at the front! Cracking jokes along with everyone el—" He stopped when he noticed Yong Soo's expression of...sadness? Wha...? He looked pretty scared when he was first pinned against the wall, but when he mentioned Emmett he... Alfred's grip on the Korean's shirt loosened as confusion became his primary emotion.
"I don't think you understand, da~ze," Yong Soo said softly. He reached up and placed his hands on Alfred's arms. Not in a 'please get off me' kind of way but in a...comforting...way...?
"I like you. Please let me be your boyfriend."
A pregnant silence promptly followed with Yong Soo smiling hopefully at him and Alfred staring back with...with...uh...
"...Are you bloody MAD?" Alfred yelled, far too incredulous to notice his British slip. "I came here with the full intention of kicking your ass and you ask to be my boyfriend?"
Yong Soo nodded eagerly and Alfred, slightly disgusted, roughly pulled him away from the wall and shoved him towards the badminton rackets. Yong Soo bumped into them but somehow managed to keep himself upright.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You don't even know me!"
"That's not true!" The dark haired teen argued, walking back towards the American despite the fact that if he came any closer he was more than likely to get punched in the throat. "You're Alfred F. Bonnefoy-Kirkland! The hero of the school! You're in grade ten and so far your best subject appears to be gym."
Alfred rolled his eyes, getting more and more tempted to just punch him in the eye and get it over with. Pretty much anyone who bothered to hold a simple conversation with him knew that much. Freakin' Kor—
"But it's not. Your best subject is actually American history, isn't it?"
Alfred blinked at that. Well, it was but—
"You like fruit and cake but never together. You wanted to join the swim team because of Michael Phelps but didn't make the cut. You prefer warm weather over cold, dogs over cats and you can't go to first period class before eating or drinking something first, or else you can't focus!" The Korean finished proudly and the American could do nothing but stare.
"...Are you stalking me? 'Cause if you're stalking me—"
"No! No, I'm not stalking you!" Yong Soo answered, looking mortified that the American would even think of such a thing. "I just, I pay attention to you, Alfred! You deserve to be known as more than the self-proclaimed hero of the school. You're more than that!" He reached forward and grabbed onto the blond's hands. "A lot more."
Self-proclaimed? He wasn't self-proclaimed! He is a freakin' hero damn it! Alfred tugged his hands out of the other's grasp and turned away. Damn cheeks, why the hell are you heating up? "...Why do you like me so much?" Alfred had to ask. Seriously, the two had only met three times before, and every single one of those times involved yelling.
"You're unique, da~ze," Yong Soo answered quickly. "You're nice, though quick to act. I think you're cute and...you have a good soul."
Alfred turned back to look at the Korean at that. A good soul? Just how much more cheesy could this guy get? Seeing the blond's confusion, Yong Soo continued.
"I knew it since the first time I met you. It's rare to find someone with a good soul like yours."
Alfred opened his mouth to make some kind of witty comeback, but surprised himself when no words came out. He, for some strange reason, wasn't even angry anymore. He was...flattered? What the heck was that about? Damn emotions.
Yong Soo, seeing the other's features no longer held any anger, decided it was safe to get even closer. He walked up to Alfred slowly and carefully, as if expecting the American to flee, should he do anything rash. He reached him and softly lay his hands on the other's arms, leaned forward and—
Got a tongue shoved down his throat.
It wasn't even the Korean who had initiated the sexual act. It was in fact the American, and that wasn't because he felt anything for Yong Soo, oh no. Though Alfred was a bit flattered by the Asian's words, it certainly took more than that to sway him. So why was he kissing him? Well, despite popular belief, Alfred was not as stupid as he let on. He knew that if he left the shack with the way things were, the annoying ninth grader would not leave him alone until he got what he wanted. And so, he would give him what he wanted and more and more and more until it became too much. This would scare the Asian away and he would never be bothered again.
And so that's why he was kissing him. French kissing him. Hard. He figured that it wouldn't take long for the other to crumble. After all, he was a freshman, how far would he want to go?
And that's why it surprised him when Yong Soo kissed back just as hard. But Alfred F. Jones, er, Bonnefoy-Kirkland or whatever his last name was now, didn't lose to anyone! So he fought back, grabbing hold of Yong Soo's dark locks and pushing his face closer to deepen the kiss. They blindly stumbled about for a while. Yong Soo eventually had his back slammed against the wall once again, though this time for a different reason. Hands began to randomly grope at each other, both of them inexperienced, but neither of them caring. Alfred himself had only gone this far with one other person. His old girlfriend, Roxie. However, before they could take it any further, she broke up with him. Lousy slut.
Alfred grabbed onto the hair just above Yong Soo's neck and sharply tugged back, effectively pulling their lips apart before he started to suck on the other's collarbone. He tried to make it as clear as possible that he was leaving a mark behind, by sucking roughly rather than kissing, and yet the Korean still didn't protest! Not a 'What are you doing?' or 'Stop!' or even a push or a shove. No! The only noises coming from Yong Soo were small moans and squeaks of pleasure which only encouraged the American to suck harder. After leaving a large hickey that Alfred was sure would bruise, and still not receiving his desired reaction, he did the most forward thing he could think of. He swooped down and grabbed onto the bulge in the Asian's pants.
Yong Soo gasped in surprise, his legs suddenly growing weak and he leaned heavily onto Alfred for support. "W-wait, da~ze!"
Ah, finally! Alfred quickly released the other before he stopped everything completely, awaiting the other's declaration of defeat.
"I..." Alfred didn't notice the Korean gulp before he continued. "There are some condoms in my backpack."
"WHAT?" Alfred yelled, completely removing himself from Yong Soo's body. "Aren't you a little...with someone you just...you don't lov—I mean..." Alfred then grew silent, now fully comprehending what had just happened. My god...he practically raped the poor kid! And for what reason? He couldn't even remember anymore.
Meanwhile, Yong Soo slowly let himself slide down the wall until he hit the floor, shaking visibly. He was glad the other stopped when he did, or he would have run out while Alfred was looking through his backpack. He certainly wasn't ready to do...THAT yet. Especially with someone he didn't love. Well, maybe in the future he would love Alfred, but that time was not now. He really hoped that all this was just the American's way of trying to scare him, because he still wanted the other to be his boyfriend, and when he was over this, he would continue to try and make that into a reality.
"Um...this is awkward, da~ze."
"Yeah, um...we should go."
"...Okay..."
And so, in awkward silence, the two picked up whatever they had knocked over before they both exited the shack. They gave each other a simple goodbye and had a silent agreement that they would never speak of this again before they went their separate ways.
Oh well, that whole thing did not go as Alfred planned. If it had, by now he would be skipping home with bloody knuckles. Now he was walking home with an intense feeling of guilt. Ah damn it, from now on if he was going to beat up someone, he would beat up someone. Alfred sighed, shaking his head as he walked and well, that's when he noticed it. A particular something that would have been rather embarrassing if he had passed anyone.
He was...well he was hard.
Not stiff enough that it would be like a tent in his pants, but just stubborn enough for it to be noticeable. He glared down at it. Just how long had that been there for? Was it there when he was cleaning up that shack? Or had it just happened now? Well, whatever caused it, he hoped, hoped that it wasn't because of Yong Soo. It better not have been from Yong Soo. It wasn't from Yong Soo. It could have been from Yong Soo. Argh! Whatever!
Alfred pushed himself against the school wall, hoping to hide himself from anyone passing by, should there be any. Okay, what he needed to do now was think unsexy thoughts so that he could walk home without being classified as some kind of pervert. Alfred closed his eyes. Right, unsexy thoughts, um...a dog pooping, er, rocks...balloons...uh...Arthur's eyebrows! Ah, there we go. Alfred glared down at his pants once more.
"Traitor," he accused before he began the walk home.
Globophobia – the fear of balloons. (For some reason I can totally see America fearing balloons, I guess I'm just weird –shrug- )
What I love most about America's sideline is that his relationship with Korea moves too fast, and Canada's relation with Prussia moves too slow. So it's like a perfect harmony for me, the writer, to write both fluff and smut. Awww, it's the little things in life.
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