[Arthur's POV]
As a member of the student council, my reputation meant the world. I was a role model to younger students, I was the student that has all the staff's trust, and I was that kid that your parents wanted you to act like, but you knew it was too much work. But, boy, did I take pride in those facts alone.
I'm not saying I liked my advantages all the time. Advantages meant responsibilities. For example, the week prior, I'd had to tell off Francis for flirting way too much, Alfred for dirtying up the hallways with his football runners (they should call it handball, to be honest), Gilbert for picking fights and the Three Idiots of the School for bullying the student body. There was also the fact that if the janitor wasn't there, the cleaning had to be done by us, the student council. However, most of the time, it was great.
It also meant that I had to give up a lot that others had. Things like relationships, friendships and a social life were restricted or non-existent. They always had to be thought about twice, especially friendships and relationships. Not that relationships mattered at the moment. Apart from Francis, no one flirted with me. And Alfred was always very sweet (not like I would ever say that to him) when he wasn't being his annoying self, so I considered him a friend. Lately, I think Alfred was also flirting, but I wasn't sure, and it wasn't like I could ask Kiku or anyone to help me figure it out.
"Hey there, smartie pants. Whatcha up to?" Alfred caught me off guard. He had always had a habit of giving me some ridiculous nickname when he caught me in a thinking moment. By then, you would think he would have known that I hated nicknames, yet it would seem he didn't give a flying damn about it.
"For the last time, Alfred— it's Arthur, not some ridiculous nickname you came up with on the spot. Now, what is it? I'm busy." I huffed a bit at the end of my sentence. I really was busy. I had a lot of papers to photocopy and staple up on the bulletin boards around the campus.
He laughed a bit. "Well, I wanna know if you're free this Friday." I glanced at him. He was looking at me already. Not like looking his way made him look away, if anything it made him smile at me. His smile was warm.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked him, clicking the photocopy machine buttons to print more copies of the school's winter dance coming up. I could see him fidget with his sleeve in my peripheral vision.
"Just wondering if you were coming to the game." Oh, so that was what it was about. I smirked a bit and then bit my lip.
"I don't know. We'll see," I answered, not looking at him. In reality, I was free as one could be. Like I mentioned before, I only had one other friend that wasn't Alfred. I suppose Francis counted too since I spent way too long giving him advice on how to behave like a gentleman and he practised his pickup lines on me every time he saw me.
"Aww, come on! You always say that and never come," he complained, as usual.
I rolled my eyes. I had to admit that it was rather fun taunting Alfred like this. Something about it was just so entertaining, but annoying at the same time.
"Angleterrrree~ Mon cheri, are you in distress?" Francis' annoying voice pulled me out my thoughts and I could feel my happy and calm attitude shatter into fragments and dust. He also had a billion nicknames for me, and his most popular one was Angleterre (England). Why on god's name? I had no idea. I would think it was because I'm from there... So that must be it? I turned to see Francis next to Alfred, staring at us.
"Hey, Francis! What's new?" Alfred turned to him with the same warm smile as before. Oh, was he like this with everyone? I mean, I wasn't surprised. Alfred had heaps of friends. I guess I was just.. disappointed? I didn't know how to feel about this discovery. Should I feel anything about this? Was I not supposed to restrict myself, anyway?
"Nothing mon amour~ just trying to find mon cheri~" I rolled my eyes. I was getting irritated and bitter. Alfred turned to me and then looked back at Francis. Maybe I was feeling jealous? No, that was absurd. I didn't get jealous. It was a stupid feeling that I would never feel.
"Oh, what for?" Alfred asked, curious. Francis smirked and glanced at me. Oh, that look made me angry. It was a mixture of seductive and charming. Two words I would never call him.
"Well, mon amour, I was going around to ask about the French festival this Friday. I was wondering if Arthur would go to go with me." I felt every part of me freeze and scream at the same time. And then I realised they were both staring at me. Oh, bugger. I swore I would choke them to death. Who was I thinking of now? Ugh, my brain was a mess. Did he say Friday?
"Arthur?" Francis whispered in my ear. Never did I think I would jump out of my skin today, I was proven wrong.
"Hang on, he can't. He is coming to my game on Friday!" Alfred walked forward. I was stuck in between these two. Oh bloody hell, why did this happen when I needed to staple things?
"Is that true, mon cheri? You don't even like football." Who did he think he was? I liked it enough to sit through a game of it. Did I know the rules? Well, that was a different story. Alfred turned to me with and upset face. Why me?
"Oh shush, you don't know what I like and don't like." I defended myself, and tried to change Alfred's face. It's so upsetting and it honestly made me feel guilty for not knowing what American football was about. It was just not my cup of tea.
"Honhonhon that's not trueee~ I pay attention, you know." To this, I was not sure if I blushed because I was angry or if it was something else. Knowing that Francis was watching me was sort of creepy but, I suppose it was sweet? Hell, like I know anymore.
"Either way, he is coming to my game right?" Alfred grabbed my left arm. Well, uhh. There really wasn't a logical way to explain him holding my arm. I just shouldn't have even thought at that point, but my brain decided to anyway.
"Non, he is coming to the festival with me." Francis took my other arm. Why was I in the middle of this constantly-arguing human sandwich? It didn't help that they were taller than me. I suppose it was warm, but that was completely irrelevant right now.
"ALRIGHT, ENOUGH!" I yelled, just about done with the two of them. They both loosened their grip on me, and stared at me for my final answer. Seeing as this was getting nowhere but argument I decided to sigh, grab my papers, and leave. I didn't have the time or the patience to deal with these two idiots in one short space of time. It wasn't like I could accept one and decline the other. The festival sounded appealing but Alfred's game was asked about first. I left without an answer to either. My decision would bite my ass later, but I could handle it. I was part of the student council, after all.
Ah, what mess had I gotten myself into, though?
[Mathias' POV]
It was raining. The lovely summer days were gone and the chilling winter breeze had begun settling in, but not before autumn broke the two apart. Lukas and I were in the library our first two sessions of the day. It was English and our teacher wanted us to find and read other texts of our choice. Mainly, to clear our minds of what we know is bound to happen during winter (finals!), but it was also to have better references in our essays.
The library was rather large and a bit rowdy. The shelves rose high from ceiling to floor. The books ranged from fiction to non-fiction, and classics had their own section. The computers were also there, but on a separate section to allow readers to avoid the loudness of the kids that used websites to log onto blocked pages. It reminded me that there was still a book thief on the loose. However, in my opinion, the library was the school's best feature.
Lukas looked a little distracted today for some reason. He was staring outside, looking like he was part of a painting. I didn't want to interrupt his thoughts by asking him what had gotten him so distracted. Maybe I should have asked him to come to the arcade with me sometime. N-not like a date, more like a friend outing that friends do when they have time or have too much to worry about. I wondered if he considered us friends. Emil said if he let me follow him around, then I was, but I thought maybe confirmation from him was best. But how did I ask him that?
Glancing up, I noticed Lukas was already glancing at me. I may or may not have mentally screamed. I looked away and then glanced back when I heard him scoff. He was reading his book. I didn't know the title, but it looked pretty thick. It also had a lot of sticky notes on the pages. They had notes and lines which probably pointed at lines with importance.
"Did you need something?" He asked, glancing at his book. I wasn't sure if he was really reading or not. Either way, I got a bit nervous because of my questions. So many questions I wanted to ask. Still, I would only ask one. Someday, I would have the chance to ask them all.
"Well... I was wondering if something is bothering you. You seem to be spaced out." I noticed him stiffen a bit and sit up straight. Was he about to lie? He always did this when I asked him how he was, or if something was up. Maybe I should ask about that.
"I'm fine. Just tired." He pulled his sleeves down and looked away a little. His eyes did seem a bit red and tired. He looked back at me, a little confused or was it awkwardly?
"What?" he asked. I simply grinned, look back at the pages of my book, and bite my tongue so my thoughts don't escape my lips. I could hear him sigh and turn his page. My eyes snuck a glance at him. He was pouting and reading. Honestly, how adorable could he possibly get?
"Hey, Lukas?" I asked, staring back at my book. He sighed heavily again.
"Will I get any reading done?" he muttered to himself. He turned to me. "What is it now?"
I put my book down and tried not to say something stupid. "We should go to the arcade some time." I said, maybe a bit too excited.
He seemed surprised at first, but then it faded into a face I couldn't really read. "Maybe," he said, turning back to his book. My stomach did three turns and my heart was jumping out of my chest. I mean, it wasn't a date, but it was close to one. Either way, I got to see Lukas outside of school, and that was always something to be happy about!
"When are you free?" I asked, grinning. He glanced at me and rolled his eyes.
"I work weekends and after school until 8pm." I had to blink a couple of times to take in that fact. That's a lot of hours working. I wonder where he works. Maybe I could visit him. "Emil works on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. So, I can't on those days," he added.
"Wow, you must be super organised." Curses. I spoke without thinking again. I glanced at him. He looked a bit confused. "I mean, to work for so long, and keep up with Emil's working days and school work." My cheeks were heating up, I could feel his stare on me. What was I supposed to doooo?
Now, I thought my ears were mistaken, but I heard him chuckle. It was silent and quick. He chuckled out of nowhere, taking me by surprise. I glanced his way and I almost died. Guys, he had dimples. How could I not die? He was too perfect. Oh god. I was so gay for him, I'd start crying rainbows soon.
He saw me looking. I probably looked ridiculous, as usual. He went red, as bright as the colour of my shirts that I normally wear. His face buried itself in the book that was on the table, and his arms held the sides of the book up to shield his face from onlookers. I chuckled too, maybe a bit too loud. The librarian shushed at me. I nodded a little so she knew I understood. Lukas decided to elbow me at the side at that point and I, stupidly, fell off my chair.
And that's how we both ended up outside of the library.
FrUKUS has been granted~
Cute DenNor has happened~
Ah, I'm in such a happy mood
I do apologise if Arthur is a little (a lot) OC also grammar and just English in general. I need to work on it.
But I now have a wonderful Beta Reader checking the chapters~
It's my first time writing for this love triangle and to be honest I love it so much
Thank to ArkieR for the lovely suggestion
Don't worry you strict USUK or FrUK readers~
I will be uploading more of those pairings in my other stories or as a different stories with them as the main pairing.
Thanks to everyone that has reviewed~
Thanks to everyone reading this sentence right now~~~
||Ame