Alfred: Junior

Arthur: Senior

"Make it work."

Eduard blinked and looked up at Arthur over the rims of his wire-frame glasses. His teammate's face remained stubbornly set in a determined pout, so he sighed, resigning himself to his fate and packing away his programing textbook. "What seems to be wrong with your laptop, Arthur?" he asked good naturedly.

Arthur, now allowed to relax knowing that he was going to be helped, ran a hand through his hair. "Hell if I know. It's been wonky all afternoon."

Eduard opened up the laptop and ran his finger in a circle around the touchpad. "It does seem to be a little laggy," he mused. "Could I take a look around?"

"Do whatever you need to, my good man. I just have a paper due tomorrow."

Eduard nodded, and as he started to tinker around, Arthur let out a strong breath of air and collapsed into the chair nearest to the other boy. He always felt bad seeking out the distance runner to help with his computer issues, as everyone else on the team (and the school, actually) did the same, but he really was in a bind and needed it fixed. Sometimes he wished he knew more about computers, though he couldn't complain too much, as Alfred was a bit of a techie himself, and he was always up for a reason to look for his help.

Of course, said roommate was in class until practice, and Arthur needed to be able to work on his paper now, so the much less hunky, yet far more intelligent, Eduard would have to do.

"Any idea what we are doing for practice today?" Eduard asked, making conversation.

Arthur shrugged. "I think we're doing mile repeats. You lot have five or six I think, we'll have four."

He nodded, clicking around some more. "So, how old is this computer?"

"Oh," Arthur muttered, pondering for a moment. "About three years old, I think."

"The hard drive should be fine then," he said. "May I look around your documents? There might be something taking up a lot of space and slowing things down."

"Oh course, do what you must."

They continued to sit together in silence, Eduard clicking around and occasionally mmming in contemplation, while Arthur absentmindedly let his eyes wander around the room. He didn't spend much time in the computer lab, save for one introduction to technology class he took freshman year, so there was plenty of new things for him to mindlessly stare at.

Without warning the clicking stopped, and out of the corner of Arthur's eye, he could see Eduard's own eyes widening. "Is something the matter?" he asked, sitting up straighter.

"Uh," Eduard coughed, "I think I may have found the problem."

"Well, that's good then, isn't it?" Arthur said with a small, unsure smile. The other boy paused, seeming to contemplate his next words before waving Arthur over.

"Arthur, what is all this?"

"What is wha-?"

Arthur froze as one of his biggest, most embarrassing secrets filled the screen.

Okay, it was a little embarrassing, but Arthur kind of, sort of had an "Alfred Folder." Don't look at him like that, damnit, if you'd been as hopelessly in love with someone for the past three years like Arthur was, you would understand!

Francis had found it once (though it wasn't exactly very hard to find, he supposed... it was on his desktop under the name "AFJ") and called it his "stalker collection", but that wasn't it at all! It was just... pictures. Pictures Arthur had found on Alfred's Facebook or the school's athletic website from track or American football, pictures of them together or pictures were Alfred looked exceptionally nice... And okay, maybe there were a few internet conversations from the summers when Arthur went back to England that he may or may not had copied into word documents... And there was that video they they had taken during Alfred's 21st birthday celebration at the beginning of that year, that they had taken in the back of Matthew's car when Alfred was drunkenly hanging all over him and giggling and might have even kissed him on the cheek in his silliness...

Aaaand, that's enough of that.

Long story short, all of Arthur's sexual repression since sophomore year was filling up his computer screen and dancing in front of his classmate and teammate's face.

Bloody fuck.

"Well everything seems to be in order!" he exclaimed awkwardly, sweeping his laptop off the desk and into his arms. "Thank you, old chap! I'll see you at practice, bye!"

Eduard blinked rapidly. "I haven't actually fixed anythi- and he's gone." With a smirk and a sigh, he returned to his programing homework, knowing exactly what gossip the distance runners would be talking about during their warm up today.

Gilbert was going to have a field day.

Short little pointless chapter! XD Mainly for simplytrop because she has a bad day the other day and I wanted to make her smile because I know she has a thing for middle-school-girl-like-stalker!England. XD SO THIS IS FOR YOU MY DEAR! :D

Anyway, Estonia is fun, plus it was just his birthday, so this is kinda for that, too! XD He's based off one of my friends from college who was a computer science major who had to put up with me finding him and making him fix my shit for 4 years. What a trooper. Thank you dude! XD

NEXT chapter is their infamous meeting! It's ending up much longer than I expected so I skipped over that for now to at least get something up. :) Hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to review! They seriously make my life! XD