The prompt makes me LOL - without further ado, my attempt!
The day Michelle decided she couldn’t put up with the bickering was the day she slammed her tiny palms on their desks and hissed venomously,
“That’s it! Stop fighting over me! I’m tired of it! I’M IN A RELATIONSHIP. Did you two by any chance get that through your skulls in between fighting?!”
She was a pretty girl, and honestly wasn’t in a relationship, but she did despise the two blonds, who always seemed be at each other’s throats.
Michelle huffed and gathered her books, her two silky brown pigtails bouncing as she left the room with all her dignity. In fact, it would be the last time she had to do so, because she’d finally convinced her parents to allow her to attend another private school. Having perverted Francis Bonnefoy, and overly critical Arthur Kirkland constantly bothering you was getting old.
Actually, it got old after 3 hours.
It had been 3 months, now….
Arthur’s mouth went agape as Francis subtly scratched his stubble.
“Your British instincts probably scared her off like your cooking.”
USUK-FRANADA-USUK-FRANADA-USUK
Arthur jammed his hands into the pockets of his old pea coat, his deep exhales creating white clouds in the cold air. The Englishman was absolutely furious.
It was all Francis’s fault! It always was! Why couldn’t Arthur ever crush on anyone without the wanker using his French language as a way to lure the objects of his affections?! It didn’t help that at first Michelle had a been drawn to Francis’s boldness, good cooking, fashion sense and height. Arthur never even knew that Michelle was able to speak French as fluently as Francis, and it made Arthur’s blood boil when the two would converse right in front of him. Ugh.
Now Michelle was gone, and even if Francis feigned hurt, Arthur felt it was all bullshit. He was just glad that Arthur was still single and lonely.
He’d actually noticed that quite a few students were leaving their school in pursuits of other academies, after Michelle’s news. Arthur turned the corner as he walked closer to his dormitory building whe-
Bam!
Rubbing his shoulder with one hand, and carrying a brown cardboard box in another was someone Arthur definitely did not recognize. New student.
“Oh, ow, hey buddy, you alright there?”
Arthur hadn’t even realized his head was now throbbing after it had collided with the rock hard muscles of the new student. His thick American accent surprised the Brit at first, when Arthur looked up and-
Alfred smiled down at the shorter student, with whom he’d collided. The American flashed a grin that assured the other male that he was fine, and stuck out his hand. When the green-eyed man shook the hand cautiously, Alfred chuckled shyly and set his box of school supplies down. The American was just on his way to his new dorm room, but it wouldn’t hurt to stop and meet a new face. Especially with one with such vivid green eyes and a faint rosy blush…
Alfred found that a tad endearing.
“Hey…”
The man in front of him stammered. “Oh, oh! Dammit, where are my manners…” Arthur muttered under his breath. He scratched the back of his neck. “Eh, um, my name’s Arthur. Nice to make your acquaintance.”
“Man, you speak like an old man,” Alfred chuckled playfully. “’m Alfred F. Jones! New student to the school’s physics department!”
“Oh, well, welcome.”
The two teetered slowly on the heels of their shoes. Arthur could have sworn he heard a light cough.
“Well, uh, it was nice to meet you?” Alfred said nervously. He was surprised how quick the air grew a awkward.
Arthur nodded, almost too excitedly. “Y-Yes, I’d like that.”
“Yeah! You could show me around town and stuff, right?”
Arthur’s cheeks grew redder. “R-Right, of course.”
“Sweet, man!” The American picked up his box and winked at Arthur. Alfred was a natural flirt, but only reciprocated or proceeded when there was actual communication. He saw the blush again in the other’s cheeks. It was so damn cute! And og, god, the accent-
“You aren’t into French pervs by any chance are you?” Arthur asked hastily.
Alfred guffawed. “Man, that’s a weird question.”
Artuhr looked down. His ears were deceiving again- he heard a faint ‘oui’.
“Can’t speak the fricking language to save my life. Ain’t nothing romantic about snails, either.”
The Brit’s heart soared. Holy hell~
“Well, I got to finish unpacking. See you around, eh, Artie?”
Arthur nodded, and bit his lip. He gave Alfred a curt nod before scurrying away.
Nevertheless, the Brit failed to notice the other blonde in Alfred’s shadow who resembled all too much like his identical twin (naturally).
Matthew William Jones fixed the thin framed glasses on his nose as he studied the spines of the collection of French History books. There weren’t many to his dismay, but what was laid in front of him was a good enough…or so he genuinely hoped.
With Alfred and Matthew arriving in the middle of the year, there obviously was some adjusting in workload that needed to be done. Matthew had gone to see his French teacher as soon as he and Alfred had set up their dormitory. Madame Delafenetre had been impressed by the blonde’s already-extensive knowledge in the romantic language, and allowed him to just have a head-start in the next assignment, which would focus on an essay about French history written in the language itself. He had decided to choose the post-WWII France because it was plus that the Second World War had been taught back at home.
Going on the tips of his toes, Matthew reached up for the thickest book available. Unbeknownst to him, a certain French student had just walked by to see the new face reaching for a book about his motherland.
“Do you need help, baby?” Francis Bonnefoy cooed. It had meant to be a playful tone, suspecting the new student to be completely ignorant to the language.
Matthew turned his head to see where the voice was coming from. He widened at the sight of the tall, and well-built student who was currently leaning on arm smirking. He tipped the spine of the book to allow it to fall into his hands and gave Francis a nervous smile.
“No, I think I’m good. Thanks for the offer,baby.”
Francis gasped quietly. “You speak French, dear?”
“Well, I’m speaking what you’re speaking.”
“New student?”
“Yes. Just transferred,” Matthew said proudly. He stuck out his hand.
“Matthew Jones.”
“Francis Bonnefoy.”
“Senior?”
“Non, junior. You too?”
“I’m actually a sophomore. Majoring in Romance Languages and History. Arts, you know.” Matthew said.
Somewhere in their introduction, the two blondes had ended up walking side by side together. Matthew realized this when he found himself the library check out, digging for his student ID in his Roots backpack. Francis leaned against the check out desk, mindlessly twirling a finger in Matthew’s hair.
A soft blush ran over the tips of Matthew’s nose and upper cheeks. Matthew handed over his ID to the librarian and gave Francis a once-over.
It was nice to be centre of someone’s attention for once.
Sure, Matthew loved his brother- he was family. In a way, Alfred was his best friend, and vice versa. But when it came to the public, everyone noticed Alfred. Seeing Matthew beside an Alfred was the equivalent of seeing Alfred’s shadow. No one really paid attention to it. Otherwise, Matthew was a replacement for Alfred. Now this ‘Francis’ character was looking at Matthew with interest. It wasn’t Francis looking at Alfred (like that Brit earlier), and he didn’t even know of Alfred.
It felt nice.
A surge of confidence ran through Matthew’s veins.
“You want to have dinner together? I’m new here so-“
“Say no more, dear.” Francis winked. The junior plucked a Post-It note from the desk and scribbled his dorm number.
Matthew widened his eyes. That had worked?
“My cooking is far more superior than the McDonalds littered all around campus.”
Francis dropped his books with a thud onto his desk, which just happened to be right beside Arthur’s. The British student’s shoulders lifted in surprise, and then turned his head to shoot daggers at his unfortunate desk mate. Francis smirked and just slid into his seat. The two rivals always seemed to be early to the only class they shared at the same block- Political Science. Arthur was about to stab the man with his perfectly sharpened pencil, but was stopped by remembering he didn’t need to be sent to the dean’s after school when Alfred had asked him to show him around town- something about needing the comic book or something or another.
“I’m just happy, darling,” Francis clapped gleefully.
Arthur snorted. “Your happiness is the least of my concern. In fact, even your death would not be a concern because my goal in life to pretend you don’t exist.”
“Ooh, harsh,” Francis sighed, slamming his hand onto his heart in mock horror. “You will die alone.”
“I’ve heard that too many times.”
“Good, so you know what I said. You’re still bitter over that Michelle, aren’t you?” Francis laughed, unbuckling his messenger bag when he noticed more students filing in. Class would start soon.
The Briton huffed, “I know for a fact she had no feelings toward your froggy self. I’m not bitter. In fact, I actually met someone the other day-“
Francis intercepted, “Oh, coincidence. I did too. A lovely new student. I plan to make him mine. He speaks the best French. Even better than little Michelle.”
“It figures you leer after those that speak your mother tongue,” Arthur sighed. “Luckily, the bloke I’ve met doesn’t.”
“Arthur, have you deluded yourself? I bet the ‘bloke’ doesn’t even consider you two in a relationship. He’s probably some airheaded American that thinks your accent is cool and needs a quick friend in this new school.”
The green-eyed man narrowed his eyes. “Well yours is probably someone so desperate for attention, they’ve used a minor talent in a language to lure you in. Pathetic.”
“I’ll have you kn-“ Francis muttered.
“GOOD MORNING CLASS!” the teacher clapped, assembling his class together.
“You’re kidding me.”
“Well, I kind of didn’t put it on my iPhone calendar anyway-“
“Wow, Alfred. Just wow.”
“Mattie! Please? Just say I had some physics shit to catch up on!”
“I had plans too!”
Alfred gave his brother a look. “You were planning to have your paper- which by the way you still have 3 days to finsish-proof-read by this French guy? Come on. I need the new issue of __________________.”
“No you don’t.” Matthew really didn’t like how their conversation was going. Either way, he would somehow find himself trying to cover for his brother again. The two had planned a webcam conversation with their parents tonight, and Lord knew how long the Williams-Jones parents could TALK. “I feel bad cancelling. He’s isn’t the most free person ever…”
“He’ll understand. Just make some of your awesome pancakes to make up for it.” Alfred assured, already shrugging on a jacket. “Tell Ma and Pa I love them, but science is HARD.” Matthew pursed his lips. “Well, uh, fine. You owe me on-“
“I probably owe you about 30, Mat. You want me to pick you up anything while I’m out with Arthur?”
“Uh, food?” Matthew really wanted maple syrup, donuts, and beer, but when it came to things to remember for Alfred, the simpler, the better.
“Gotcha!” Alfred nodded, bolting out the door.
Matthew rolled his eyes, swiveling 180 in his wheelie chair. He flipped open his laptop and flicked his availability on. “No, Alfred. You’ll probably forget.”
“And yeah…I can’t just pretend to forget. They’re my parents, after all.”
“Say no more. Would you like me to pick up dinner for you? I have a sudden urge for some coffee, anyway.”
“Actually…that’d be lovely. I-wow, I didn’t think you’d still be up…”
“I have no morning classes tomorrow, and when you’re in college, you learn to not sleep.”
“But, uh, 1am, really? I don’t want to be-“
“I’ll see you at 1, Mathieu. Tell your parents lovely things about this school!”
The two hung up amicably, sending shivers down Matthew’s spine. He checked his watch to see how long he would have ta-
“Sweetie! Are you online? :DDD” Mrs. Jones’s shrill voice squealed over the speakers.
Matthew mentally swore under his breath. Gritting his teeth, the twin waved. ‘….H-Hey….”
Crossing his arms, Lovino was theeeeees close to leaving as his significant other walked back and forth looking for his favourite scarf.
The two were SUPPOSED to be at the cinema already, but stupid Antonio had forgotten the time, or rather mixed up the beginning and end times. The older student’s dorm-mate, a tall and flirtatious Frenchman with a penchant for stubble was hovering over his desk, pouring a thick liquid into a ramekin.
“Antonie, mon ami, just take my scarf. Ton tomate is going impatient, non?” Francis sighed.
“But I swear I didn’t lose it!” Antonio protested.
“Either way, you’ll want the next showing at least. Get going,” Francis shooed, eyes on his dessert.
Lovino grunted under his breath.
The Frenchman opened his convection oven and slid the dessert in. He dusted off his hands and plucked is scarf from its hook. “Just go. You two still have school tomorrow, in case you forgot.”
Antonio caught the scarf in defeat. “Ah, si. Have fun with Mario, eh? The blonde’s in my class- looks cut-“
Crunch!
Lovino sighed in exasperation as he rammed Antonio’s arm with his elbow. “Let’s go, bastardo.”
Alfred chuckled as Arthur flipped through all the glossy comic books in pure confusion. The American already had the issue he wished to purchase tucked under his arm. He had allowed his British friend to browse around as he searched for his baby. Arthur felt like he was seeing the same characters over and over again, but in better colour, or different font.
Needless to say, he hadn’t felt so lost since his last Calculus course.
“Hey, man, you’ve been staring at the same one for like 10 minutes.”
Alfred smiled, standing beside the Brit. “Flash only gets so interesting. There’s not even, like a chick on the cover.”
Arthur spluttered, dropping the comic book. He gave Alfred a shocked look, and tried to compose himself.
“I…I’m actually not…well,” the Briton mumbled.
“…You swing for the other team, too?” Alfred finished in a soft tone.
Arthur nodded.
Arthur felt his fists clench because it was then he realized that he had made a fatally wrong assumption. If he was going to pursue Alfred, he had to be 100% sure the other even felt the same way towards the same gender.
His head rushed in thoughts of Alfred growing distant, or feeling pity for him or anything! Arthur panicked under his skin, but he hoped he did a really good job at hiding it, because even though the night was young, being with Alfred had been okay, and now…
Wait.
Too?
Arthur looked up to meet the other’s eyes. “Well, I consider myself b-bi…Y-You, too?”
The American nodded, breaking into a smile. He wrapped his free arm around Arthur’s shoulder. “I’ve asked myself to and back, but in the end, I think I’m attracted to dudes.”
Arthur just nodded demurely. Everything that scared him faded away.
“It’s actually a really tough thing to admit this sort of stuff, yannoe? Some people are delusional, and think it’s normal and painless to admit, or even realize…” Alfred said.
“Tough acceptance…?”
“It wasn’t me, per se. I mean I have family too….it’s just, I hate when people start to think differently of you.”
Arthur knew this wasn’t the happy-go-lucky boy Alfred was 90% of the time. He felt bad asking, but he pushed it. “…Does this have anything to do with you transferring mid-year.”
Alfred shrugged.
“But no matter what, it’s kind of cool here. People are cool.” He smiled at Arthur, and dropped is arm. “C’mon, I’m feeling for a cheeseburger.”
“It wasn’t that bad, Lovi,” Antonio said, swinging his arm (the hand intertwined with Lovino’s). He had a happy grin on his face. “I thought the rising action was cute!”
“Yeah, sure,” Lovino rolled his eyes. He for one thought it was lame-as- movie. They should have gone for Italian food instead.
Antonio hummed a soft tune as the two walked back to Lovino’s dorm in the sophomore building. The Spanish student had grown accustomed to accompanying his favourite Italian back to his dorm. While Lovino often berated his boyfriend for babying him, the two both knew how much the gesture and time together meant. The two (well, one reluctantly) kissed before wishing each other a good night.
As he unwound his best friend’s scarf, and jogged down the stairs of the building, Antonio’s olive green eyes blinked when he noticed a familiar Brit and a taller student, obviously new. The two were at the door of the dormitory building.
The glasses…the blue eyes….the face….
The new student, who Antonio SWEAR he’d seen before, leaned down and pecked Arthur Kirkland’s cheek. Arthur gave the other a hug before the two separated. Antonio stepped aside as the tall blonde bolted up the stairs. He completely didn’t acknowledge Antonio’s presence, a face determined as if to make a deadline for something.
Wait…Francis….M-M-…
“M-M-Mario…?” Antonio whispered, checking his watch. It was 12:47a.m. Francis had a pseudo-date at 1 with him, right?
The same dude who’d just kissed his amigo’s long time rival.
Matthew leaned back on his swivel chair, spinning a few times and groaning as he heard his clock tick. If his twin brother didn’t get his obnoxious as- back up in 10 minutes, Matthew would get out his favourite hockey stick and show no mercy to Alfred’s prized xBox (which only Matthew knew Alfred had brought along).
As if on cue, Alfred jammed his key into the lock and jimmied the door free, giving his restless brother a toothpaste-commercial-worthy smile.
“BRO! Your hero’s back!”
“Asshole,” Matthew muttered under his breath. The violet-eyed brother gave a forced smile and hopped off his chair. “The usual stuff today. Mom making sure you weren’t AHEM staying up too late, and Dad just giving the same safety protocol. A lot of random stuff I zoned out at though.”
Alfred nodded. “I’ll email them after I’m done my paper for tomorrow.”
Nodding, Matthew unzipped his hockey duffel bag and pulled out a few pairs of clean clothes he had yet to put away. He stripped off his PJ bottoms and zipped up a pair of jeans. The two brothers silently ended up changing, with Alfred in the end wearing lounge and sleepwear while his hockey-loving brother had on a clean sweater and jeans.
“Baguette?” Alfred smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“Just because he’s French, you can’t call him that. That was a horrible try at a nickname for my French dude. You can be a real fu—er sometimes, Al.” Matthew smiled cheekily.
“Whatever,” Alfred shrugged, jumping into his twin bed with his computer. “Remember your keys, bro. Like hell I’mma wake up to open the door.”
After several trials of lovers or even one night stands, both Antonio and Francis had grown immune to feeling awkward when feeling like the third wheel in their dormitory. If Francis ever brought over a beautiful girl, Antonio would acknowledge her presence, but he would often be doing something to busy his time. The same went when Lovino was over- Francis was actually very good at keeping to himself.
And so here Antonio was, leaning against the headboard…
trying not to take suspicious peeks up at the blonde whose mouth was being devoured by his French roommate.
The Spanish junior had his face covered with the latest newspaper (not that he was actually reading), and even had his favourite pair of Bose earbuds on. However, it didn’t block out that gut feeling of knowing that while Francis had ‘Mario’ pinned underneath him moaning from all the lovebites and kissing, his significant other’s lips had graced those of Arthur Kirkland’s. If Antonio right away felt like he hated ‘Mario’s’ guts, he would have ousted him right away.
But then he’d seen Francis’s face light up when ‘Mario’ showed up all flustered from running. The two practically pounced each other as the door opened. How in the world was he supposed to go “OH, AMIGO! HOW WAS KISSING EYEBROWS KIRKLAND?! :D “
notes; I realize in the anime Canada and America have actual physical differences- And it's kind of sad if England and France mistake them. But this prompt is awesome and I couldn't resist, so bare with me :D
Rain splattered hard against the cement floor as Arthur Kirkland hissed under his breath and ran toward the Commons building, his sandy blonde hair underneath his beloved English History textbook. As he reached the undercover of the large expanse of a building, Arthur wiped the cover of the book with the hem of his wool peacoat and jammed it haphazardly into his messenger bag (which was slightly unlike him). For him, the weather was just a bloody reminder of home, but at the same time, the cool temperature and the wet environment made the thought of seeing his sunny and bright boyfriend all the more enticing.
Students that he recognized jerked their chin at the Brit, or greeted him with a hello as Arthur walked in. It wasn’t exactly a big school, and students and gossip often went around quite fast. His eyes scanned the Commons area for a spot to sit in. He had half a mind to order some tea from the coffee bar just down the hall.
Yes, he decided. Then I’ll go find Alfred.
Alfred had tried to come over to Arthur’s in the past two days early in the morning when Arthur’s roommate was asleep so the two could eat breakfast. One of those two days had worked.
The Briton loved his Portuguese roommate, Alex, but when Alfred had snuck in the first morning, the over-protectiveness of Alex had nearly gotten Alfred unconscious. Of course, things worked for the better the next day. But this morning Alfred hadn’t been able to eat with his new beau because of an assignment that needed to be done. That meant Arthur hadn’t seen Alfred for quite some time.
Yes, Arthur was greedy.
Arthur had tried to ask if it were possible to spend time in Alfred’s dorm, and while his answer had been a ‘no…I don’t think that’s a good idea’, the additional reasoning was sort of vague.
”I don’t think my roommate would appreciate i-i-it… It might be awkward for you…and me.”
It bothered Arthur for a bit, but for now he could respect that. He had yet to meet this mysterious roommate.
Just as he was about to crack open a leisure novel- which he would review with hard criticism, a jingle of SOMEONE’S FROGGY laughter perked his ears.
“You’re so cute,” Francis cooed, running his fingers through Matthew’s soft blonde hair. “And all mine.”
Arthur tensed up. Who was that frog’s new lover? Arthur sank in his seat and craned his neck just a bit.
“Francis, stop,” a voice whispered. “I d-d-don’t want to drag any attention.”
Arthur’s green eyes aimed target at Francis’s light hair tied back with a thin ribbon. He had his bag slung over one shoulder and his left hand intertwined with another’s. Said other’s blonde hair reminded Arthur of-
The mysterious lover’s head turned so Arthur got a quick look at his profile.
Eyes that appeared blue under the light were behind a familiar pair of thin-rimmed glasses.
No...NO…NO, OH GAWD PLEASE NO-
Arthur panicked. A-A-Alfred would n-n-never-
The same smooth skin and rosy lips reached over to peck Francis on the cheek.
Unconsciously, Arthur’s hand reached up to touch the same cheek that had been kissed two nights ago.
“C’mon, my love. You said you’re good with coffee.”
Arthurrrrr <3 and yes, your roommate is now Portugal because of that epic long alliance and yeah !
‘God Bless the USA’ played for the umpteenth time that evening.
Arthur had answered ZILCH of them.
To be fair, it wasn’t the classiest or more straightforward thing to text the American physics student How could you…. He might have been a math whiz, but even Arthur could tell he was oblivious to common English and the atmosphere.
Alex glanced at his roommate in sympathy, taking a seat beside Arthur on his bed. The latter had his legs pulled to his chest, staring at his phone as the designated ringtone died. Alex coughed to break the silent air an rubbed Arthur’s back.
“You didn’t get the whole story…what if you just saw something wrong-“
“It was him, Alex. It was.”
“It was a peck, yes?”
“That snail eater said ‘Love’.”
Alex pried the phone from Arthur’s grasp. “It won’t do much if you just wallow here. Break up with Alfredo the Doucho and come back here. THEN, I’ll beat him up for you!” Alex smiled genuinely.
“Haha.”
“Seriously. Go talk to him. You sort of need to.”
Giving his roommate a look of nerve, Arthur finally nodded. “I have to give him a piece of my mind. I’m not going to just stand here while he does what he likes. That fu—ker won’t here the last of it!”
“Good job, Arthur!” Alex clapped.
Arthur smiled a ‘thank you’ the other man. “’Scuse me while I throw knives to get into Francis’s room.”
Alex was still smiling as Arthur departed their dorm. Only then did he realize what Arthur had just said.
Francis unhooked the jacket Matthew that had worn when he arrived, nose twitching at the old and battered leather of the item. From Matthew’s stylish sweaters and well chosen jeans, it didn’t look like something he would own. Still, he felt the need to refrain from speaking out- something he would probably have done toward a certain Brit. Matthew chuckled at Francis’s grimace and kissed his cheek.
“It’s not mine, Francis,” Matthew laughed.
A wave of relief washed over the Frenchman.
As Matthew shrugged on the brown leather jacket, he himself twitching at the smell of Alfred’s choice of thick and musky cologne and grease combined, Francis blurted, “Then whose is it?”
“Jaloux?” Matthew found himself admitting. Then his face reddened. Had he really said that?
“No! Just asking,” Francis assured, nodding.
Anyone that knew the William-Jones brother well understood this was strictly Alfred’s jacket. It had belongs to their grandfather, Theodore Jones, who had just passed away 3 years ago. When it came down to the will, Alfred had been surprised he had received that, and to be frank, Matthew cared about the size of an amoeba. He was very content with the slightly larger sum of money (because Grandpa Teddy knew who was the more careful one in the family!)
Stupid Alfred had failed to do the laundry, again, and somehow Matthew’s nice Burberry coat had found its way under Al’s training clothes. Uh, no.
After giving Alfred a what-for, the other twin, begrudgingly threw his own coat at his brother and kicked him out.
”I don’t have time for your shit right now, Mattie. My brain hurts from this lab! Just go!”
”THIS ISN’T WHAT I MEANT-“
SLAM!
Matthew buttoned up the first two of the jacket. He honestly wouldn’t, but it was still a bit drizzling outside. Earlier, he had made a bad decision while getting coffee because he really didn’t want Francis to think he held some fascination with the jacket, like his brother did. But now, he really had no choice as the walk from his dormitory was quite a bit.
“It belonged to my grandfather. I mean, he’s like a hero, I guess. He was one of those Americans that smuggled himself in to fight alongside the Canadian forces before Roosevelt formally joined the Allies. Like, it’s a great story, and if you ever want the whole ordeal, call Dad, or my brother. It actually belongs to my brother. He lent it to me for-“
Francis nodded, but really only stopped listening as soon as he heard grandfather. It wasn’t Matthew’s really, so who cared? The true owner probably wouldn’t even matter.
He gave Matthew a final peck (who had still been rattling on about something). “I will see you tomorrow, Mathieu.”
“A-Awesome. I’ll meet you in the dining hall after my 11:30 class?”
“A bientot! Get your homework, done!”
“Of course!”
Arthur looked out the window that had been placed in the corner of the hallway of Francis’s dorm, covering his mouth with his hand to avoid crying as he noticed a tall blonde figure running outside wearing a very familiar brown jacket.
Antonio pulled his earphones from his MP3 player and jammed them into his pockets, exchanging them for his dorm keys. As he picked them up, he swung the key ring around his finger, only noticing the frozen Arthur Kirkland standing in front of his door. He cocked his head slightly, and prodded the Brit.
Now, Antonio and Arthur had never really had the best friends, or fellow classmates for that matter…
Back in freshman year, they had both competed for a heavily wanted spot on the campus’s football (soccer to those damned North Americans!) team.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if Antonio didn’t remember Arthur Kirkland as Arthur Kirkland, captain of this English private school’s team, the Navy or something…The team that had booted Antonio’s own team, then the Armada, out of this championship.
In the end they’d both been accepted, but still, their friendship was almost stable at most. It didn’t help that Francis was one of Antonio’s best friends.
“Arthur? What are you doing here?” Antonio asked, prodding Arthur on the shoulder.
“I-“
What was Arthur going to say? ‘I’m about to bitch slap your roommate into oblivion?’
Suddenly, the Brit found himself almost at tear-point. Antonio easily caught on. In some ways, Arthur’s attitude reminded him of Lovino’s…
Angry, and bottled up with sensitivity.
It then hit Antonio. Arthur had found out, huh?
He jammed his key into the lock and turned the door knob. “You first, Arthur.”
He looks so upset, Antonio noted. I wonder how Francis would react.
Arthur bolted into the room, scanning for his victim. Sure enough, Francis was leaning against his headboard, some novel in his hands. Screw gentleman!
Antonio’s eyes widened as the lithe Brit tackled his French roommate.
“You! Physics idiot!” Matthew said, his voice rose as he got closer to his brother. With a very good hand, he chucked the jacket at his brother, the old clothing item from the 40s landing on Alfred’s head.
“Bro, I hate you.”
“Bro, you suck.”
“You suck!” Alfred’s muffled voice said in a monotonous tone. It was obvious the heavy workload of the science student was getting to him.
- -
Antonio’s eyes widened as the lithe Brit tackled his French roommate.
“OOMPH!”
“YOU FRENCH DOG HOW DARE YOU-“ Arthur screamed.
Francis’s limbs were visible from behind the bed, and Antonio scratched behind his ears wondering if he should have helped.
“ARTHUR! WHAT THE HELL!”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!”
“GET OFF ME!”
“SCREW YOU!”
“ANTONIO, HELP!”
Okay, I should help!
Without much effort, the Spaniard grabbed Arthur from his collar and tossed him onto Francis’s bed. That gave the latter a few seconds to dust himself off. Arthur made a face knowing he was sitting on Francis’s bed- a bed he was sure he had shared with many and leaped off. Francis glared daggers at the Brit.
“Okay, I know you’re fuc-ing crazy, Arthur, but what the hell!?” Antonio blinked rapidly at his roommate’s outburst. “I mean, I hate you, but you’ve never come in here like you were possessed. I should call the DA.”
“Don’t. I somewhat apologize for my behavior, but you’ve sunk completely low, bastard. How DARE you? How dare you?!” Arthur asked, his voice a mix of pleading and genuine sadness. “Why did you-…“ Francis’s face contorted into confusion. When Arthur’s green eyes met those of his long-time rival’s, it became evident Francis hadn’t a clue.
“Arthur…”
“Oh, hell…You really don’t know?”
“I know.”
Both blondes whipped their head to meet Antonio, his guilty face smiling slightly. It was truly something when Antonio understood something.
“Antonie? What is he talking about…?”
“Francis…you started dating the new Jones kid?” Antonio said slowly. The Spaniard didn’t really know where to start, so he asked bluntly. He watched as Arthur shot accusatory glares at the nodding French student.
“Arthur…you started dating the new Jones Kid?” Francis blinked as Antonio asked Arthur the same question.
“You two are both dating the Jones kid?” Antonio repeated.
In truth, Arthur was preeeeety sure he was dating Alfred. It seemed like it ever since that night at the comic book store. He glanced at Francis who only nodded and gestured to his roommate like ‘no, shit, Antonio’.
“Oh, oh right, of course, Francis. You two on the bed and yeah~” Antonio nodded in agreement. Arthur’s eyes widened at the word ‘bed’. He felt a pang of pain and jealousy.
Swallowing his anger, Arthur managed to calmly say to Francis. “So you didn’t know…I was…associated with him? I mean-“
“Non, Arthur. I had no idea mon cher was two timing me. I almost feel hurt…” Francis’s words came out in a soft tone. “You could have at least said that to me before getting my shirt dirty, by the way.”
“Oh.”
“If I may ask, how do I believe you?” Francis asked. He was acting relatively at ease with the situation, but the Frenchman had long ago learned how to not look weak in the face in love. If what Arthur was saying was true, (and given Antonio’s knowledge, it was) he had to at least not break down now.
“I saw him that night Lovi and I went to the movies…He kissed Arthur over here on the cheek around 12:50…You know how he rushed over by 1 to see you?”
Francis twitched. Antonio rested a hand on his friend’s shoulder, and whispered an ‘I’m sorry’.
“I just saw the bloody fool with his grandpa’s jacket.” Arthur muttered, crossing his arms. “How are you so bloody calm?”
“Because I will seek the truth…If mon cher cares for me-“
“Are you daft? If you talk to him, we both lose!”
“Are you telling me you’d continue to see this cheater? Arthur, even I-“ Antonio began.
Francis’s eyes locked with Arthur’s. It was going to be a competition now? Was that what Arthur was implying? Francis felt this was dropping a bit low, as if Arthur was so desperate-
“He’ll probably leave you. He’s already let you get so far,” Arthur sighed in mock remorse.
“Wait, guys-“ Antonio’s voice screeched somewhere in the background.
Oh, screw this! Francis’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe because I’m not a wrinkly tea bag, and unattractive, Arthur. He keeps coming back anyway. I don’t see him going to you today!”
“He said he had an assignment-!”
“Oh, sure.” Francis laughed. If Arthur wanted a competiton, he was getting one.
“Amigo! Arthur!” someone called pleadingly in the back. Both blondes ignored that voice though. Arthur huffed and stomped out, slamming the door as he left.
Francis sucked in his cheeks, and grabbed his coat, leaving the room in a calmer fashion.
Ten seconds later, the lonely Antonio speed dialed his boyfriend, screaming hysterically that the saga of the Bonnefoy-Kirkland War had stopped its stalemate.
Alex whipped his head back, careful not to drop the steeping cup of tea, as the door of his dormitory was slammed open. The Portugal-native blinked rapidly as his roommate dropped face flat onto his neatly made up bed. Arthur groaned something into his bedspread, and while Alex failed to comprehend, he figured that he had just ended the relationship with that tool of an American.
“It’s alright, Arthur,” Alex soothed, dipping the tea bag up and down into the hot water. “In the end It’s for the best.”
“How…” Arthur dragged on, his voice still muffled.
“I mean, like, now you can know for sure that when the time comes, it’ll be real,” Alex tried. He set the cup of tea on Arthur’s bed side table. “I mean, I won’t beat him up as you probably have already-“
“I haven’t, Alex. But LORD, do I wish I had.”
“He’s had it coming.” Oh, that Alfred d-bag. Alex wished he had been a tad more perceptive in that American transfer. He wasn’t so worried about the confession to the Frenchman- they were always at each other’s throats. Now, he just had to convince himself to breathe in and out calmly if he ever passed Alfred.
“I know! If I could, I would just strangle him-“
“Yes!”
Arthur glanced at his roommate and nodded. “He’s such a man-whore!”
“I agree!”
“And that’s why I will win this competition against that bloody frog because Alfred. Is. Mine! In fact, I should probably go ring him up now~!”
Uh, what now?!
Arthur picked up his tea gracefully and walked back out the room with his cellular. Alex’s jaw just dropped.
It had never occurred to Matthew that asking for three tablespoons of syrup in your coffee was deemed worthy of an extra $1. Okay, there was some relaxation over the fact it was college, respectively, but c’mon, Matthew was broke as it was. Maple syrup was practically sugar after all, so why-
BAH
That was not maple syrup. It was simple syrup.
Matthew grimaced at the paper cup in his hand and turned around to glower at the barista, whose smirk was slowly faltering into a confused frown.
Uh, okay?
The self-proclaimed Canadian (having been to the northern country for many French exchange trips), was having a tough morning. He had managed through his morning class, but with a very restless head. As much as he felt like dropping back to his bed for a good two hour nap before he had his next class, the sophomore had felt awfully guilty about practically kicking Francis out of his dorm last night. It was a scene Matthew didn’t want to remember, and hopefully, he’d get over it. Surely Francis didn’t care, as he practically doted on Matthew.
He grabbed the next free spot by the shelf of magazines and set the coffee down. Francis had sent a text that he had just passed the field and was rushing after a late morning shower. This gave Matthew some time to think about an issue that had been on his mind lately.
When would he formally introduce his boyfriend (if they were- Matthew wasn’t 100% sure) to his twin brother?
- -
Matthew’s eyes widened as a thin rose appeared just millimetres from the bridge of his nose. His cheeks reddened as he took the flower carefully by his stem and turned to see Francis wave.
“Sorry about being late. You don’t have anywhere to be right?”
“No, no. It’s nice to see you.” Matthew assured, tucking the rose into his backpack. “Are you going to get something to drink?”
Francis shook his head no.
“It’s actually my bad. I should have told you not to, uh, order, mon amour. I was hoping we could go off campus to eat. How does that go with you…?” Francis asked. From the slight wavering in his voice, he seemed a bit unsure, but Matthew found it cute and nodded eagerly.
“I just have class at 2. Let’s do it.”
Francis nodded. “Would you like me to carry your books?”
Matthew chuckled. “That’s very gentlemanly of you. Naw, it’s okay, Francis.”
The barista at the counter watched warily as the two blondes departed the shop. Would Alfred be late for Arthur’s date? Oh, the doof was really ignorant about booking Arthur at 12.
As soon as his last customer was served, Alex crossed his arms and shook his head. “Why doesn’t he just dump Alfred’s stupid ass?”
Try to keep up XD and imagine a comedy where the scene flips back and forth between characters
There once lived two long-time rivals, always at each other’s throats for the name of love.
Two competitive fools, one Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy, unfortunately didn’t realize the reason they never had a victor and loser was because they thought the same way.
Which some could remark as scary and facepalm-worthy.
-
If I can’t get him to like me any more that he already does, I’ll have to make him like the other LESS!
Arthur gave Alfred a warm smile and kissed him on the cheek. “Sit down love.”
-
Francis gave Matthew a flirtatious smile and pulled the seat out. “Sit down, mon cher.”
-
“You’ve said lots about your family and old life. I don’t think I’ve shared much about myself…” Arthur mused. Alfred nodded just for convenience and motioned for Arthur to continue.
“Yeah, uh, go ahead, man. I’m all ears for the next 20 minutes.”
-
“Say, Mathieu, how has school been going for the past while?” Francis asked flawlessly in his mother tongue.
“I’ve met some good people,” Matthew responded shyly.
“That’s very good. There are many good people at this school.”
“I can tell,” Matthew assured.
Francis tapped his chin and looked Matthew in the eye. “But some people are bad, and it’s worth the effort to stay away from them.”
-
“I’m curious. Do you know of a junior named Francis Bonnefoy?” Arthur asked, his mouth twitching in disgust at having said the name.
Alfred froze. Ugh, was that the Frenchie’s name? The one that was always around Mattie. He nodded meekly at Arthur. Whatever his boyfriend wanted to say, it would good to hear.
“Uh, yeah, I know him…he uh, seems nice and all…why?” Alfred treaded. “He actually tried coming over last night...”
He WHAT?
Arthur shook his head in disdain and laid a hand on top of Alfred’s dramatically. “Francis Bonnefoy is anything but nice, my dear.”
-
“Arthur Kirkland.”
Matthew blinked a few times. Was he hearing that correct? Wasn’t that the angry-ish man Alfred was always around? It definitely sounded familiar.
“Oh, uh, yeah. I know him.”
Well, Francis thought. At least he admits that much.
“Oh, your poor soul! If you only knew him!~”
-
“The poor dear. Used and thrown out.”
“Then there was that time he took three girls to prom!”
“And preferred his rowdy, equally perverse friends to dates.”
Arthur sighed. Years of theatre was so handy now.
Alfred looked around ready to kill someone.
-
“Abusive.”
“He’ll act warm to get you to like him, but is it any wonder he’s got no friends?”
“He has such a way with words, he can break you if you don’t conform to what he thinks it right.”
“If you so much as annoy him a smidge, you’re asking to be hit. Even if you’re strong, you have not seen a wrath like that of Arthur Kirkland.”
Matthew’s eyes widened into saucers after all that Francis had nonchalantly said. He looked incredibly terrified, and sucked in his cheeks.
-
Arthur smiled to himself as Alfred gave him a romantic kiss on the lips- with tongue-and walked off to his next class. Alfred was an easy book to read.
Francis was going to get it.
-
Matthew shook a bit as Francis concluded his monologue about his less-than-favourite Brit. Francis enveloped the other in a hug to calm him down.
“Don’t let yourself associate with such bad people.”
-
Arthur hummed merrily. All had gone well.
-
Francis looked at his nails, smirking. All had gone well.
Nearly seven in the morning, theory backed up by the sunny scenery, a confused physics major was slowing his pace as the sole of his old Nikes crossed the white line of the school’s track circle.
Alfred bobbed his head to the music blaring from his old iPod shuffle as he finished off his seventh lap. By then, he had already slowed himself down, and was beginning his paced walk-lap to cool his system. He didn’t want to admit it, but if he was going to join the football team, he was going to need some more time to get in shape. Alfred had purposely chosen to go for a run early in the morning to avoid seeing anyone witness his up and downs in regards to his physical shape.
Last night had been a restless argument with his twin brother concerning both of their love lives. Alfred had only assumed he would coerce his brother to loosen things with the French cheater, but had found himself learning about Arthur’s domineering past. What was he supposed to make out of that?
To be frank, Alfred knew that Arthur got flustered or annoyed easily, but he didn’t go so far as to assume Arthur domestically abused his lovers.
Then again, he hadn’t been with Arthur long enough to think otherwise.
But, Arthur seemed so loving, and so Alfred had put up a defensive front against Matthew last night. The other twin apparently had a same mindset.
Currently, they were at a stalemate with each other. Alfred had to pick up a light-pick-me-up at the dining hall because Matthew refused to wake up early to make something for his brother.
As Imagine Dragon’s “Rise to the Top of the World” began pooling into Alfred’s ears, his eyes widened as he noticed the unmistakeable Arthur Kirkland walking briskly away from his best friend.
Alfred had learned quite early on how close to Brit and his Portuguese roommate were. They were practically joined at the hips with each other, and Alfred had to admit sometimes he was jealous over their love of actual football, and old jokes. If this were still the case, though, why did it look like Arthur was extremely pissed at said roommate running after him?
Curious, Alfred patted his pockets for his glasses, only to realize he’d left them in his dorm. Crap.
And I feel you close…Feel you close like you wanted me to…
Still, Alfred’s vision wasn’t completely ruined to not see Arthur pause, only for Alex to run into him. The poor Portuguese student must have made a sound as he landed bottom-first on the ground. Alfred could make out Arthur laugh, or smirk, or SOMETHING. The Brit turned around and looked down at his roommate, waggling a finger like a teacher would to a disobedient child. After that, Arthur turned around and stomped away, leaving Alex probably confused. Alfred’s breathing hitched as he watched Alex get up slowly, look at Arthur’s back and head the other direction.
For some reason, even without any actual violence, or blood (as Matthew screamed was possible!), Alfred’s heart clenched at seeing such a tight friendship look almost torn or broken.
OC spotlight; after the Arthur over thinking things.
“My friend is crazy.” Alex lamented, drying off another porcelain mug.
The part-time barista grumbled under his breath for the umpteenth time about his sometimes-scary British companion. “AND I told him not to drink strong tea in the morning because he gets all pompous! Oh! And those big words he uses!”
Alex sighed, stacking the cup on the ‘dry’ pile, and grabbing another. He turned to his co-worker and cocked his head.
“You know Arthur. Geez! I mean GEEZ! I mean he’s cool and crap, but ew, I would never want him in that way. No. No, no, no.”
The barista’s rag squeaked as he rubbed it against the white mug. His co-worker nodded, but Alex wasn’t sure if he had actually been paying any attention.
“How do you manage so well with your roommate? BERWALD!”
Said co-worker just shrugged and looked down on the shorter male.
“I don’t know; people just always get along with me.” Berwald’s baritone voice sighed.
Alex shivered and realized then and there, why he never liked to complain to his co-workers.
Well, hello readers :] -sighh- I have to make an apology because I was basically confined to my bed because of a fever for the past while, and that last part I wrote...well, I wish I could rewrite it because IDK what the heck I did. It left me also in a sort of writer's block LOL. But anyway, just to let you guys know :I
I believe we're looking at about 2-3 more parts after 14 <3 Love you guys - -
The two brothers locked eyes as Alfred entered the dormitory. Matthew nodded at his brother, acknowledging his presence, and continued to dig for his coat in the shared closet. Alfred dumped his bag on the ground and just started stripping silently to change into clean clothes. There were no words exchanged for the longest time as the twins bustled around their room and the sounds of paper shuffling and, bags buckling kept the air tense. There were definitely words that had been left unsaid the night before, and even if Alfred had tried to avoid his brother early in the morning, he knew it was impossible.
“I, uh, I saw him today…” Alfred whispered.
Matthew stopped organizing his assignments and turned to his brother.
“Who are you talking about, again?”
“Arthur.” Alfred supplied. He still kept his eye contact away from his brother, but nodded. “And, he…he was, uh, with Alex.”
“His roommate?”
“Mhm.”
“Alfred, you’re talking in such a monotonous voice. Arthur was with his roommate- okay?”
“He- Arthur…yelled at him…and l-laughed at his face at something-I don’t-“
Alfred could hear his brother sigh in exasperation. Finally, he looked up to face his brother. Matthew had his arms crossed, but his expression was more thoughtful than smug, like Alfred would have thought.
“Well, Alfred, what do you want me to say?” Matthew asked softly. “As your brother I’ve come to terms that I will respect who you choose to associate yourself with. Did it look bad? Where were you?”
“I was just practicing for football season, and I just saw Alex running, and then falling because of Arthur and he looked scared, and I-“ Alfred rambled, his voice getting higher, before he stopped. “It just looked bad…and what you said-“
“Forget what I said, Alfred. Did it look really bad?”
“They’re supposed to be close! If Arthur can make Alex so frightened-!” Alfred groaned, pulling his hair. “Freaking made me paranoid and I just…I don’t know.”
The physics major felt his brother’s unmistakable hand gripping his shoulder. “Maybe, just…try to keep him at an arm’s distance for a while…don’t, well, don’t lose him, but I know football means a lot to you…don’t let it get in the way…at least not now.” Matthew encouraged. “I don’t know Arthur too well…but Francis does, I guess…”
A mirthless chuckle elicited from Alfred’s lips. “That French guy is so weird. If he is a pervert, he’ll be meeting my fist, but he actually looked like he was worried when he saw me all angry at the track.”
“Francis?” Matthew gasped, drawing his hand back. “Uh, you…you saw him? He saw you?”
Alfred nodded, turning around. “Yeah. I guess I looked really pissed, y’know. Never saw the guy really before, but he seems…okay. Though I basically hissed at him cuz I was confused as heck. Maybe he can prove me wrong…”
It was always something Matthew liked to keep to himself; a small, occasional inferiority complex. He loved his brother, but just thinking of the circumstance…why would Francis ever approach someone as brash and un-cultured as Alfred…?
…While Alfred was jogging...
Matthew’s eye narrowed- which was not seen by his brother.
Alfred is more confident… Alfred has brighter eyes… Alfred is more muscular…
“You’re lucky, Mattie. Maybe he’s not that man-whore anyway, but someone who genuinely cares about people.” Alfred got up and hitched his backpack over his shoulder. His hands grazed the doorknob, as he waved to his brother. “I’mma take your advice and cool it a bit with Arthur so I can think straight. See you, Mattie!” His face lightened up as if he had the coolest idea ever. “Ohmaigawd, we should like go out all three of us one day! Me, you, Francis!”
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AU- Arthur and Francis think they are dating the same person
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)Arthur starts dating Alfred and vice versa Francis starts dating Mathew.
They both believe its the same person and have no idea there really twins and two different people.
Resulting a no need competiton!
Arthur/Alfred Francis/Mathew FACE Love anyone?
Lovers at Second Glances 1/ ?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-12 05:47 am (UTC)(link)without further ado, my attempt!
The day Michelle decided she couldn’t put up with the bickering was the day she slammed her tiny palms on their desks and hissed venomously,
“That’s it! Stop fighting over me! I’m tired of it! I’M IN A RELATIONSHIP. Did you two by any chance get that through your skulls in between fighting?!”
She was a pretty girl, and honestly wasn’t in a relationship, but she did despise the two blonds, who always seemed be at each other’s throats.
Michelle huffed and gathered her books, her two silky brown pigtails bouncing as she left the room with all her dignity. In fact, it would be the last time she had to do so, because she’d finally convinced her parents to allow her to attend another private school. Having perverted Francis Bonnefoy, and overly critical Arthur Kirkland constantly bothering you was getting old.
Actually, it got old after 3 hours.
It had been 3 months, now….
Arthur’s mouth went agape as Francis subtly scratched his stubble.
“Your British instincts probably scared her off like your cooking.”
USUK-FRANADA-USUK-FRANADA-USUK
Arthur jammed his hands into the pockets of his old pea coat, his deep exhales creating white clouds in the cold air. The Englishman was absolutely furious.
There went another love interest of his.
Lovers at Second Glances 1b/ ?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-12 05:48 am (UTC)(link)Now Michelle was gone, and even if Francis feigned hurt, Arthur felt it was all bullshit. He was just glad that Arthur was still single and lonely.
He’d actually noticed that quite a few students were leaving their school in pursuits of other academies, after Michelle’s news. Arthur turned the corner as he walked closer to his dormitory building whe-
Bam!
Rubbing his shoulder with one hand, and carrying a brown cardboard box in another was someone Arthur definitely did not recognize.
New student.
“Oh, ow, hey buddy, you alright there?”
Arthur hadn’t even realized his head was now throbbing after it had collided with the rock hard muscles of the new student. His thick American accent surprised the Brit at first, when Arthur looked up and-
It was the face of an angel.
Lovers at Second Glances 2/ ?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 12:19 am (UTC)(link)American was just on his way to his new dorm room, but it wouldn’t hurt to stop and meet a new face. Especially with one with such vivid green eyes and a faint rosy blush…
Alfred found that a tad endearing.
“Hey…”
The man in front of him stammered. “Oh, oh! Dammit, where are my manners…” Arthur muttered under his breath. He scratched the back of his neck. “Eh, um, my name’s Arthur. Nice to make your acquaintance.”
“Man, you speak like an old man,” Alfred chuckled playfully. “’m Alfred F. Jones! New student to the school’s physics department!”
“Oh, well, welcome.”
The two teetered slowly on the heels of their shoes. Arthur could have sworn he heard a light cough.
“Well, uh, it was nice to meet you?” Alfred said nervously. He was surprised how quick the air grew a awkward.
Arthur nodded, almost too excitedly. “Y-Yes, I’d like that.”
“Yeah! You could show me around town and stuff, right?”
Arthur’s cheeks grew redder. “R-Right, of course.”
“Sweet, man!” The American picked up his box and winked at Arthur. Alfred was a natural flirt, but only reciprocated or proceeded when there was actual communication. He saw the blush again in the other’s cheeks. It was so damn cute! And og, god, the accent-
“You aren’t into French pervs by any chance are you?” Arthur asked hastily.
Alfred guffawed. “Man, that’s a weird question.”
Artuhr looked down. His ears were deceiving again- he heard a faint
‘oui’.
“Can’t speak the fricking language to save my life. Ain’t nothing romantic about snails, either.”
The Brit’s heart soared. Holy hell~
“Well, I got to finish unpacking. See you around, eh, Artie?”
Arthur nodded, and bit his lip. He gave Alfred a curt nod before scurrying away.
Nevertheless, the Brit failed to notice the other blonde in Alfred’s shadow who resembled all too much like his identical twin (naturally).
Re: Lovers at Second Glances 2/ ?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Lovers at Second Glances 2/ ?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-17 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)Lovers at Second Glances 3/ ?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-26 03:53 am (UTC)(link)Matthew William Jones fixed the thin framed glasses on his nose as he studied the spines of the collection of French History books. There weren’t many to his dismay, but what was laid in front of him was a good enough…or so he genuinely hoped.
With Alfred and Matthew arriving in the middle of the year, there obviously was some adjusting in workload that needed to be done. Matthew had gone to see his French teacher as soon as he and Alfred had set up their dormitory. Madame Delafenetre had been impressed by the blonde’s already-extensive knowledge in the romantic language, and allowed him to just have a head-start in the next assignment, which would focus on an essay about French history written in the language itself. He had decided to choose the post-WWII France because it was plus that the Second World War had been taught back at home.
Going on the tips of his toes, Matthew reached up for the thickest book available. Unbeknownst to him, a certain French student had just walked by to see the new face reaching for a book about his motherland.
“Do you need help, baby?” Francis Bonnefoy cooed. It had meant to be a playful tone, suspecting the new student to be completely ignorant to the language.
Matthew turned his head to see where the voice was coming from. He widened at the sight of the tall, and well-built student who was currently leaning on arm smirking. He tipped the spine of the book to allow it to fall into his hands and gave Francis a nervous smile.
“No, I think I’m good. Thanks for the offer,baby.”
Francis gasped quietly. “You speak French, dear?”
“Well, I’m speaking what you’re speaking.”
“New student?”
“Yes. Just transferred,” Matthew said proudly. He stuck out his hand.
“Matthew Jones.”
“Francis Bonnefoy.”
“Senior?”
“Non, junior. You too?”
“I’m actually a sophomore. Majoring in Romance Languages and History. Arts, you know.” Matthew said.
Somewhere in their introduction, the two blondes had ended up walking side by side together. Matthew realized this when he found himself the library check out, digging for his student ID in his Roots backpack. Francis leaned against the check out desk, mindlessly twirling a finger in Matthew’s hair.
A soft blush ran over the tips of Matthew’s nose and upper cheeks.
Matthew handed over his ID to the librarian and gave Francis a once-over.
It was nice to be centre of someone’s attention for once.
Sure, Matthew loved his brother- he was family. In a way, Alfred was his best friend, and vice versa. But when it came to the public, everyone noticed Alfred. Seeing Matthew beside an Alfred was the equivalent of seeing Alfred’s shadow. No one really paid attention to it. Otherwise, Matthew was a replacement for Alfred. Now this ‘Francis’ character was looking at Matthew with interest. It wasn’t Francis looking at Alfred (like that Brit earlier), and he didn’t even know of Alfred.
It felt nice.
A surge of confidence ran through Matthew’s veins.
“You want to have dinner together? I’m new here so-“
“Say no more, dear.” Francis winked. The junior plucked a Post-It note from the desk and scribbled his dorm number.
Matthew widened his eyes. That had worked?
“My cooking is far more superior than the McDonalds littered all around campus.”
Lovers at Second Glances 4/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-26 04:24 am (UTC)(link)Francis dropped his books with a thud onto his desk, which just happened to be right beside Arthur’s. The British student’s shoulders lifted in surprise, and then turned his head to shoot daggers at his unfortunate desk mate. Francis smirked and just slid into his seat. The two rivals always seemed to be early to the only class they shared at the same block- Political Science. Arthur was about to stab the man with his perfectly sharpened pencil, but was stopped by remembering he didn’t need to be sent to the dean’s after school when Alfred had asked him to show him around town- something about needing the comic book or something or another.
“I’m just happy, darling,” Francis clapped gleefully.
Arthur snorted. “Your happiness is the least of my concern. In fact, even your death would not be a concern because my goal in life to pretend you don’t exist.”
“Ooh, harsh,” Francis sighed, slamming his hand onto his heart in mock horror. “You will die alone.”
“I’ve heard that too many times.”
“Good, so you know what I said. You’re still bitter over that Michelle, aren’t you?” Francis laughed, unbuckling his messenger bag when he noticed more students filing in. Class would start soon.
The Briton huffed, “I know for a fact she had no feelings toward your froggy self. I’m not bitter. In fact, I actually met someone the other day-“
Francis intercepted, “Oh, coincidence. I did too. A lovely new student. I plan to make him mine. He speaks the best French. Even better than little Michelle.”
“It figures you leer after those that speak your mother tongue,” Arthur sighed. “Luckily, the bloke I’ve met doesn’t.”
“Arthur, have you deluded yourself? I bet the ‘bloke’ doesn’t even consider you two in a relationship. He’s probably some airheaded American that thinks your accent is cool and needs a quick friend in this new school.”
The green-eyed man narrowed his eyes. “Well yours is probably someone so desperate for attention, they’ve used a minor talent in a language to lure you in. Pathetic.”
“I’ll have you kn-“ Francis muttered.
“GOOD MORNING CLASS!” the teacher clapped, assembling his class together.
“You’re kidding me.”
“Well, I kind of didn’t put it on my iPhone calendar anyway-“
“Wow, Alfred. Just wow.”
“Mattie! Please? Just say I had some physics shit to catch up on!”
“I had plans too!”
Alfred gave his brother a look. “You were planning to have your paper- which by the way you still have 3 days to finsish-proof-read by this French guy? Come on. I need the new issue of __________________.”
“No you don’t.” Matthew really didn’t like how their conversation was going. Either way, he would somehow find himself trying to cover for his brother again. The two had planned a webcam conversation with their parents tonight, and Lord knew how long the Williams-Jones parents could TALK. “I feel bad cancelling. He’s isn’t the most free person ever…”
“He’ll understand. Just make some of your awesome pancakes to make up for it.” Alfred assured, already shrugging on a jacket. “Tell Ma and Pa I love them, but science is HARD.”
Matthew pursed his lips. “Well, uh, fine. You owe me on-“
“I probably owe you about 30, Mat. You want me to pick you up anything
while I’m out with Arthur?”
“Uh, food?” Matthew really wanted maple syrup, donuts, and beer, but when it came to things to remember for Alfred, the simpler, the better.
“Gotcha!” Alfred nodded, bolting out the door.
Matthew rolled his eyes, swiveling 180 in his wheelie chair. He flipped open his laptop and flicked his availability on. “No, Alfred. You’ll probably forget.”
Re: Lovers at Second Glances 4/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-26 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)Lovers at Second Glances 5/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-27 03:17 am (UTC)(link)Francis’s melodic laugh calmed Matthew down.
“And yeah…I can’t just pretend to forget. They’re my parents, after all.”
“Say no more. Would you like me to pick up dinner for you? I have a sudden urge for some coffee, anyway.”
“Actually…that’d be lovely. I-wow, I didn’t think you’d still be up…”
“I have no morning classes tomorrow, and when you’re in college, you
learn to not sleep.”
“But, uh, 1am, really? I don’t want to be-“
“I’ll see you at 1, Mathieu. Tell your parents lovely things about this school!”
The two hung up amicably, sending shivers down Matthew’s spine. He checked his watch to see how long he would have ta-
“Sweetie! Are you online? :DDD” Mrs. Jones’s shrill voice squealed over the speakers.
Matthew mentally swore under his breath. Gritting his teeth, the twin waved. ‘….H-Hey….”
Crossing his arms, Lovino was theeeeees close to leaving as his significant other walked back and forth looking for his favourite scarf.
The two were SUPPOSED to be at the cinema already, but stupid Antonio had forgotten the time, or rather mixed up the beginning and end times. The older student’s dorm-mate, a tall and flirtatious Frenchman with a penchant for stubble was hovering over his desk, pouring a thick liquid into a ramekin.
“Antonie, mon ami, just take my scarf. Ton tomate is going impatient, non?” Francis sighed.
“But I swear I didn’t lose it!” Antonio protested.
“Either way, you’ll want the next showing at least. Get going,” Francis shooed, eyes on his dessert.
Lovino grunted under his breath.
The Frenchman opened his convection oven and slid the dessert in. He dusted off his hands and plucked is scarf from its hook. “Just go. You two still have school tomorrow, in case you forgot.”
Antonio caught the scarf in defeat. “Ah, si. Have fun with Mario, eh? The blonde’s in my class- looks cut-“
Crunch!
Lovino sighed in exasperation as he rammed Antonio’s arm with his elbow.
“Let’s go, bastardo.”
Alfred chuckled as Arthur flipped through all the glossy comic books in pure confusion. The American already had the issue he wished to purchase tucked under his arm. He had allowed his British friend to browse around as he searched for his baby. Arthur felt like he was seeing the same characters over and over again, but in better colour, or different font.
Needless to say, he hadn’t felt so lost since his last Calculus course.
“Hey, man, you’ve been staring at the same one for like 10 minutes.”
Alfred smiled, standing beside the Brit. “Flash only gets so interesting.
There’s not even, like a chick on the cover.”
Arthur spluttered, dropping the comic book. He gave Alfred a shocked look, and tried to compose himself.
“I…I’m actually not…well,” the Briton mumbled.
“…You swing for the other team, too?” Alfred finished in a soft tone.
Arthur nodded.
Arthur felt his fists clench because it was then he realized that he had made a fatally wrong assumption. If he was going to pursue Alfred, he had
to be 100% sure the other even felt the same way towards the same gender.
His head rushed in thoughts of Alfred growing distant, or feeling pity for him or anything! Arthur panicked under his skin, but he hoped he did a really good job at hiding it, because even though the night was young, being with Alfred had been okay, and now…
Wait.
Too?
Arthur looked up to meet the other’s eyes. “Well, I consider myself b-bi…Y-You, too?”
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-27 03:17 am (UTC)(link)Arthur just nodded demurely. Everything that scared him faded away.
“It’s actually a really tough thing to admit this sort of stuff, yannoe? Some people are delusional, and think it’s normal and painless to admit, or even realize…” Alfred said.
“Tough acceptance…?”
“It wasn’t me, per se. I mean I have family too….it’s just, I hate when people start to think differently of you.”
Arthur knew this wasn’t the happy-go-lucky boy Alfred was 90% of the
time. He felt bad asking, but he pushed it. “…Does this have anything to do with you transferring mid-year.”
Alfred shrugged.
“But no matter what, it’s kind of cool here. People are cool.” He smiled at Arthur, and dropped is arm. “C’mon, I’m feeling for a cheeseburger.”
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-31 02:21 am (UTC)(link)“It wasn’t that bad, Lovi,” Antonio said, swinging his arm (the hand intertwined with Lovino’s). He had a happy grin on his face. “I thought the rising action was cute!”
“Yeah, sure,” Lovino rolled his eyes. He for one thought it was lame-as- movie. They should have gone for Italian food instead.
Antonio hummed a soft tune as the two walked back to Lovino’s dorm in the sophomore building. The Spanish student had grown accustomed to accompanying his favourite Italian back to his dorm. While Lovino often berated his boyfriend for babying him, the two both knew how much the gesture and time together meant. The two (well, one reluctantly) kissed before wishing each other a good night.
As he unwound his best friend’s scarf, and jogged down the stairs of the building, Antonio’s olive green eyes blinked when he noticed a familiar Brit and a taller student, obviously new. The two were at the door of the dormitory building.
The glasses…the blue eyes….the face….
The new student, who Antonio SWEAR he’d seen before, leaned down and pecked Arthur Kirkland’s cheek. Arthur gave the other a hug before the two separated. Antonio stepped aside as the tall blonde bolted up the stairs. He completely didn’t acknowledge Antonio’s presence, a face determined as if to make a deadline for something.
Wait…Francis….M-M-…
“M-M-Mario…?” Antonio whispered, checking his watch. It was 12:47a.m. Francis had a pseudo-date at 1 with him, right?
The same dude who’d just kissed his amigo’s long time rival.
Matthew leaned back on his swivel chair, spinning a few times and groaning as he heard his clock tick. If his twin brother didn’t get his obnoxious as- back up in 10 minutes, Matthew would get out his favourite hockey stick and show no mercy to Alfred’s prized xBox (which only
Matthew knew Alfred had brought along).
As if on cue, Alfred jammed his key into the lock and jimmied the door free, giving his restless brother a toothpaste-commercial-worthy smile.
“BRO! Your hero’s back!”
“Asshole,” Matthew muttered under his breath. The violet-eyed brother gave a forced smile and hopped off his chair. “The usual stuff today. Mom making sure you weren’t AHEM staying up too late, and Dad just giving the same safety protocol. A lot of random stuff I zoned out at though.”
Alfred nodded. “I’ll email them after I’m done my paper for tomorrow.”
Nodding, Matthew unzipped his hockey duffel bag and pulled out a few pairs of clean clothes he had yet to put away. He stripped off his PJ bottoms and zipped up a pair of jeans. The two brothers silently ended up changing, with Alfred in the end wearing lounge and sleepwear while his hockey-loving brother had on a clean sweater and jeans.
“Baguette?” Alfred smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“Just because he’s French, you can’t call him that. That was a horrible try at a nickname for my French dude. You can be a real fu—er sometimes, Al.” Matthew smiled cheekily.
“Whatever,” Alfred shrugged, jumping into his twin bed with his computer. “Remember your keys, bro. Like hell I’mma wake up to open the door.”
“’Night.” The two said in unison.
Lovers at Second Glances 6b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-31 04:37 am (UTC)(link)And so here Antonio was, leaning against the headboard…
trying not to take suspicious peeks up at the blonde whose mouth was being devoured by his French roommate.
The Spanish junior had his face covered with the latest newspaper (not that he was actually reading), and even had his favourite pair of Bose earbuds on. However, it didn’t block out that gut feeling of knowing that while Francis had ‘Mario’ pinned underneath him moaning from all the lovebites and kissing, his significant other’s lips had graced those of Arthur Kirkland’s. If Antonio right away felt like he hated ‘Mario’s’ guts, he would have ousted him right away.
But then he’d seen Francis’s face light up when ‘Mario’ showed up all flustered from running. The two practically pounced each other as the door opened. How in the world was he supposed to go “OH, AMIGO! HOW WAS KISSING EYEBROWS KIRKLAND?! :D “
“Francis! S-S-Stop! You prepared dinner, didn’t you?” ‘Mario’s voice quivered. “Ahh-“
Dios mios.
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-31 04:36 am (UTC)(link)Rain splattered hard against the cement floor as Arthur Kirkland hissed under his breath and ran toward the Commons building, his sandy blonde hair underneath his beloved English History textbook. As he reached the undercover of the large expanse of a building, Arthur wiped the cover of the book with the hem of his wool peacoat and jammed it haphazardly into his messenger bag (which was slightly unlike him). For him, the weather was just a bloody reminder of home, but at the same time, the cool temperature and the wet environment made the thought of seeing his sunny and bright boyfriend all the more enticing.
Students that he recognized jerked their chin at the Brit, or greeted him with a hello as Arthur walked in. It wasn’t exactly a big school, and students and gossip often went around quite fast. His eyes scanned the Commons area for a spot to sit in. He had half a mind to order some tea from the coffee bar just down the hall.
Yes, he decided. Then I’ll go find Alfred.
Alfred had tried to come over to Arthur’s in the past two days early in the morning when Arthur’s roommate was asleep so the two could eat breakfast. One of those two days had worked.
The Briton loved his Portuguese roommate, Alex, but when Alfred had snuck in the first morning, the over-protectiveness of Alex had nearly gotten Alfred unconscious. Of course, things worked for the better the next day.
But this morning Alfred hadn’t been able to eat with his new beau because of an assignment that needed to be done. That meant Arthur hadn’t seen Alfred for quite some time.
Yes, Arthur was greedy.
Arthur had tried to ask if it were possible to spend time in Alfred’s dorm, and while his answer had been a ‘no…I don’t think that’s a good idea’, the additional reasoning was sort of vague.
”I don’t think my roommate would appreciate i-i-it… It might be awkward for you…and me.”
It bothered Arthur for a bit, but for now he could respect that. He had yet to meet this mysterious roommate.
Just as he was about to crack open a leisure novel- which he would review with hard criticism, a jingle of SOMEONE’S FROGGY laughter perked his ears.
“You’re so cute,” Francis cooed, running his fingers through Matthew’s soft blonde hair. “And all mine.”
Arthur tensed up. Who was that frog’s new lover? Arthur sank in his seat and craned his neck just a bit.
“Francis, stop,” a voice whispered. “I d-d-don’t want to drag any attention.”
Arthur’s green eyes aimed target at Francis’s light hair tied back with a thin ribbon. He had his bag slung over one shoulder and his left hand intertwined with another’s. Said other’s blonde hair reminded Arthur of-
The mysterious lover’s head turned so Arthur got a quick look at his profile.
Eyes that appeared blue under the light were behind a familiar pair of thin-rimmed glasses.
No...NO…NO, OH GAWD PLEASE NO-
Arthur panicked. A-A-Alfred would n-n-never-
The same smooth skin and rosy lips reached over to peck Francis on the cheek.
Unconsciously, Arthur’s hand reached up to touch the same cheek that had been kissed two nights ago.
“C’mon, my love. You said you’re good with coffee.”
Arthurrrrr <3 and yes, your roommate is now Portugal because of that epic long alliance and yeah !
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-31 05:03 am (UTC)(link)Arthur had answered ZILCH of them.
To be fair, it wasn’t the classiest or more straightforward thing to text the American physics student How could you…. He might have been a math whiz, but even Arthur could tell he was oblivious to common English and the atmosphere.
Alex glanced at his roommate in sympathy, taking a seat beside Arthur on his bed. The latter had his legs pulled to his chest, staring at his phone as the designated ringtone died. Alex coughed to break the silent air an rubbed Arthur’s back.
“You didn’t get the whole story…what if you just saw something wrong-“
“It was him, Alex. It was.”
“It was a peck, yes?”
“That snail eater said ‘Love’.”
Alex pried the phone from Arthur’s grasp. “It won’t do much if you just wallow here. Break up with Alfredo the Doucho and come back here. THEN, I’ll beat him up for you!” Alex smiled genuinely.
“Haha.”
“Seriously. Go talk to him. You sort of need to.”
Giving his roommate a look of nerve, Arthur finally nodded. “I have to give him a piece of my mind. I’m not going to just stand here while he does what he likes. That fu—ker won’t here the last of it!”
“Good job, Arthur!” Alex clapped.
Arthur smiled a ‘thank you’ the other man. “’Scuse me while I throw knives to get into Francis’s room.”
Alex was still smiling as Arthur departed their dorm. Only then did he realize what Arthur had just said.
“Wait- Francis’s? Not Alfred?!”
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-17 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)--
Francis unhooked the jacket Matthew that had worn when he arrived, nose twitching at the old and battered leather of the item. From Matthew’s stylish sweaters and well chosen jeans, it didn’t look like something he would own. Still, he felt the need to refrain from speaking out- something he would probably have done toward a certain Brit. Matthew chuckled at Francis’s grimace and kissed his cheek.
“It’s not mine, Francis,” Matthew laughed.
A wave of relief washed over the Frenchman.
As Matthew shrugged on the brown leather jacket, he himself twitching at the smell of Alfred’s choice of thick and musky cologne and grease combined, Francis blurted, “Then whose is it?”
“Jaloux?” Matthew found himself admitting. Then his face reddened. Had he really said that?
“No! Just asking,” Francis assured, nodding.
Anyone that knew the William-Jones brother well understood this was strictly Alfred’s jacket. It had belongs to their grandfather, Theodore
Jones, who had just passed away 3 years ago. When it came down to the will, Alfred had been surprised he had received that, and to be frank, Matthew cared about the size of an amoeba. He was very content with the slightly larger sum of money (because Grandpa Teddy knew who was the more careful one in the family!)
Stupid Alfred had failed to do the laundry, again, and somehow Matthew’s nice Burberry coat had found its way under Al’s training clothes. Uh, no.
After giving Alfred a what-for, the other twin, begrudgingly threw his own coat at his brother and kicked him out.
”I don’t have time for your shit right now, Mattie. My brain hurts from this lab! Just go!”
”THIS ISN’T WHAT I MEANT-“
SLAM!
Matthew buttoned up the first two of the jacket. He honestly wouldn’t, but it was still a bit drizzling outside. Earlier, he had made a bad decision while getting coffee because he really didn’t want Francis to think he held some fascination with the jacket, like his brother did. But now, he really had no choice as the walk from his dormitory was quite a bit.
“It belonged to my grandfather. I mean, he’s like a hero, I guess. He was one of those Americans that smuggled himself in to fight alongside the Canadian forces before Roosevelt formally joined the Allies. Like, it’s a great story, and if you ever want the whole ordeal, call Dad, or my brother. It actually belongs to my brother. He lent it to me for-“
Francis nodded, but really only stopped listening as soon as he heard grandfather. It wasn’t Matthew’s really, so who cared? The true owner probably wouldn’t even matter.
He gave Matthew a final peck (who had still been rattling on about something). “I will see you tomorrow, Mathieu.”
“A-Awesome. I’ll meet you in the dining hall after my 11:30 class?”
“A bientot! Get your homework, done!”
“Of course!”
Arthur looked out the window that had been placed in the corner of the hallway of Francis’s dorm, covering his mouth with his hand to avoid crying as he noticed a tall blonde figure running outside wearing a very familiar brown jacket.
Lovers at Second Glances 8b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-17 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)Antonio pulled his earphones from his MP3 player and jammed them into his pockets, exchanging them for his dorm keys. As he picked them up, he swung the key ring around his finger, only noticing the frozen Arthur Kirkland standing in front of his door. He cocked his head slightly, and prodded the Brit.
Now, Antonio and Arthur had never really had the best friends, or fellow classmates for that matter…
Back in freshman year, they had both competed for a heavily wanted spot on the campus’s football (soccer to those damned North Americans!) team.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if Antonio didn’t remember Arthur Kirkland as Arthur Kirkland, captain of this English private school’s team, the Navy or something…The team that had booted Antonio’s own team, then the Armada, out of this championship.
In the end they’d both been accepted, but still, their friendship was almost stable at most. It didn’t help that Francis was one of Antonio’s best friends.
“Arthur? What are you doing here?” Antonio asked, prodding Arthur on the shoulder.
“I-“
What was Arthur going to say? ‘I’m about to bitch slap your roommate into oblivion?’
Suddenly, the Brit found himself almost at tear-point. Antonio easily caught on. In some ways, Arthur’s attitude reminded him of Lovino’s…
Angry, and bottled up with sensitivity.
It then hit Antonio. Arthur had found out, huh?
He jammed his key into the lock and turned the door knob. “You first, Arthur.”
He looks so upset, Antonio noted. I wonder how Francis would react.
Arthur bolted into the room, scanning for his victim. Sure enough,
Francis was leaning against his headboard, some novel in his hands. Screw gentleman!
Antonio’s eyes widened as the lithe Brit tackled his French roommate.
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 12:33 am (UTC)(link)“Bro, I hate you.”
“Bro, you suck.”
“You suck!” Alfred’s muffled voice said in a monotonous tone. It was obvious the heavy workload of the science student was getting to him.
- -
Antonio’s eyes widened as the lithe Brit tackled his French roommate.
“OOMPH!”
“YOU FRENCH DOG HOW DARE YOU-“ Arthur screamed.
Francis’s limbs were visible from behind the bed, and Antonio scratched behind his ears wondering if he should have helped.
“ARTHUR! WHAT THE HELL!”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!”
“GET OFF ME!”
“SCREW YOU!”
“ANTONIO, HELP!”
Okay, I should help!
Without much effort, the Spaniard grabbed Arthur from his collar and tossed him onto Francis’s bed. That gave the latter a few seconds to dust himself off. Arthur made a face knowing he was sitting on Francis’s bed- a bed he was sure he had shared with many and leaped off. Francis glared daggers at the Brit.
“Okay, I know you’re fuc-ing crazy, Arthur, but what the hell!?” Antonio blinked rapidly at his roommate’s outburst. “I mean, I hate you, but you’ve never come in here like you were possessed. I should call the DA.”
“Don’t. I somewhat apologize for my behavior, but you’ve sunk completely low, bastard. How DARE you? How dare you?!” Arthur asked, his voice a mix of pleading and genuine sadness. “Why did you-…“ Francis’s face contorted into confusion. When Arthur’s green eyes met those of his long-time rival’s, it became evident Francis hadn’t a clue.
“Arthur…”
“Oh, hell…You really don’t know?”
“I know.”
Both blondes whipped their head to meet Antonio, his guilty face smiling slightly. It was truly something when Antonio understood something.
“Antonie? What is he talking about…?”
“Francis…you started dating the new Jones kid?” Antonio said slowly. The Spaniard didn’t really know where to start, so he asked bluntly. He watched as Arthur shot accusatory glares at the nodding French student.
“Arthur…you started dating the new Jones Kid?” Francis blinked as Antonio asked Arthur the same question.
“You two are both dating the Jones kid?” Antonio repeated.
In truth, Arthur was preeeeety sure he was dating Alfred. It seemed like it ever since that night at the comic book store. He glanced at Francis who only nodded and gestured to his roommate like ‘no, shit, Antonio’.
“Oh, oh right, of course, Francis. You two on the bed and yeah~” Antonio nodded in agreement. Arthur’s eyes widened at the word ‘bed’. He felt a pang of pain and jealousy.
Swallowing his anger, Arthur managed to calmly say to Francis. “So you didn’t know…I was…associated with him? I mean-“
“Non, Arthur. I had no idea mon cher was two timing me. I almost feel hurt…” Francis’s words came out in a soft tone. “You could have at least said that to me before getting my shirt dirty, by the way.”
“Oh.”
“If I may ask, how do I believe you?” Francis asked. He was acting relatively at ease with the situation, but the Frenchman had long ago learned how to not look weak in the face in love. If what Arthur was saying was true, (and given Antonio’s knowledge, it was) he had to at least not break down now.
“I saw him that night Lovi and I went to the movies…He kissed Arthur over here on the cheek around 12:50…You know how he rushed over by 1 to see you?”
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 12:34 am (UTC)(link)Francis twitched. Antonio rested a hand on his friend’s shoulder, and whispered an ‘I’m sorry’.
“I just saw the bloody fool with his grandpa’s jacket.” Arthur muttered, crossing his arms. “How are you so bloody calm?”
“Because I will seek the truth…If mon cher cares for me-“
“Are you daft? If you talk to him, we both lose!”
“Are you telling me you’d continue to see this cheater? Arthur, even I-“ Antonio began.
Francis’s eyes locked with Arthur’s. It was going to be a competition now? Was that what Arthur was implying? Francis felt this was dropping a bit low, as if Arthur was so desperate-
“He’ll probably leave you. He’s already let you get so far,” Arthur sighed in mock remorse.
“Wait, guys-“ Antonio’s voice screeched somewhere in the background.
Oh, screw this! Francis’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe because I’m not a wrinkly tea bag, and unattractive, Arthur. He keeps coming back anyway. I don’t see him going to you today!”
“He said he had an assignment-!”
“Oh, sure.” Francis laughed. If Arthur wanted a competiton, he was getting one.
“Amigo! Arthur!” someone called pleadingly in the back. Both blondes ignored that voice though. Arthur huffed and stomped out, slamming the door as he left.
Francis sucked in his cheeks, and grabbed his coat, leaving the room in a calmer fashion.
Ten seconds later, the lonely Antonio speed dialed his boyfriend, screaming hysterically that the saga of the Bonnefoy-Kirkland War had stopped its stalemate.
A!A - opinions?
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-20 06:50 am (UTC)(link)Alex whipped his head back, careful not to drop the steeping cup of tea, as the door of his dormitory was slammed open. The Portugal-native blinked rapidly as his roommate dropped face flat onto his neatly made up bed. Arthur groaned something into his bedspread, and while Alex failed to comprehend, he figured that he had just ended the relationship with that tool of an American.
“It’s alright, Arthur,” Alex soothed, dipping the tea bag up and down into the hot water. “In the end It’s for the best.”
“How…” Arthur dragged on, his voice still muffled.
“I mean, like, now you can know for sure that when the time comes, it’ll be real,” Alex tried. He set the cup of tea on Arthur’s bed side table. “I mean, I won’t beat him up as you probably have already-“
“I haven’t, Alex. But LORD, do I wish I had.”
“He’s had it coming.” Oh, that Alfred d-bag. Alex wished he had been a tad more perceptive in that American transfer. He wasn’t so worried about the confession to the Frenchman- they were always at each other’s throats. Now, he just had to convince himself to breathe in and out calmly if he ever passed Alfred.
“I know! If I could, I would just strangle him-“
“Yes!”
Arthur glanced at his roommate and nodded. “He’s such a man-whore!”
“I agree!”
“And that’s why I will win this competition against that bloody frog because Alfred. Is. Mine! In fact, I should probably go ring him up now~!”
Uh, what now?!
Arthur picked up his tea gracefully and walked back out the room with his cellular. Alex’s jaw just dropped.
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-21 06:29 am (UTC)(link)It had never occurred to Matthew that asking for three tablespoons of syrup in your coffee was deemed worthy of an extra $1. Okay, there was some relaxation over the fact it was college, respectively, but c’mon, Matthew was broke as it was. Maple syrup was practically sugar after all, so why-
BAH
That was not maple syrup. It was simple syrup.
Matthew grimaced at the paper cup in his hand and turned around to glower at the barista, whose smirk was slowly faltering into a confused frown.
Uh, okay?
The self-proclaimed Canadian (having been to the northern country for many French exchange trips), was having a tough morning. He had managed through his morning class, but with a very restless head. As much as he felt like dropping back to his bed for a good two hour nap before he had his next class, the sophomore had felt awfully guilty about practically kicking Francis out of his dorm last night. It was a scene Matthew didn’t want to remember, and hopefully, he’d get over it. Surely Francis didn’t care, as he practically doted on Matthew.
He grabbed the next free spot by the shelf of magazines and set the coffee down. Francis had sent a text that he had just passed the field and was rushing after a late morning shower. This gave Matthew some time to think about an issue that had been on his mind lately.
When would he formally introduce his boyfriend (if they were- Matthew wasn’t 100% sure) to his twin brother?
- -
Matthew’s eyes widened as a thin rose appeared just millimetres from the bridge of his nose. His cheeks reddened as he took the flower carefully by his stem and turned to see Francis wave.
“Sorry about being late. You don’t have anywhere to be right?”
“No, no. It’s nice to see you.” Matthew assured, tucking the rose into his backpack. “Are you going to get something to drink?”
Francis shook his head no.
“It’s actually my bad. I should have told you not to, uh, order, mon amour. I was hoping we could go off campus to eat. How does that go with you…?” Francis asked. From the slight wavering in his voice, he seemed a bit unsure, but Matthew found it cute and nodded eagerly.
“I just have class at 2. Let’s do it.”
Francis nodded. “Would you like me to carry your books?”
Matthew chuckled. “That’s very gentlemanly of you. Naw, it’s okay, Francis.”
The barista at the counter watched warily as the two blondes departed the shop. Would Alfred be late for Arthur’s date? Oh, the doof was really ignorant about booking Arthur at 12.
As soon as his last customer was served, Alex crossed his arms and shook his head. “Why doesn’t he just dump Alfred’s stupid ass?”
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-21 07:12 am (UTC)(link)There once lived two long-time rivals, always at each other’s throats for the name of love.
Two competitive fools, one Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy, unfortunately didn’t realize the reason they never had a victor and loser was because they thought the same way.
Which some could remark as scary and facepalm-worthy.
-
If I can’t get him to like me any more that he already does, I’ll have to make him like the other LESS!
Arthur gave Alfred a warm smile and kissed him on the cheek. “Sit down love.”
-
Francis gave Matthew a flirtatious smile and pulled the seat out. “Sit down, mon cher.”
-
“You’ve said lots about your family and old life. I don’t think I’ve shared much about myself…” Arthur mused. Alfred nodded just for convenience and motioned for Arthur to continue.
“Yeah, uh, go ahead, man. I’m all ears for the next 20 minutes.”
-
“Say, Mathieu, how has school been going for the past while?” Francis asked flawlessly in his mother tongue.
“I’ve met some good people,” Matthew responded shyly.
“That’s very good. There are many good people at this school.”
“I can tell,” Matthew assured.
Francis tapped his chin and looked Matthew in the eye. “But some people are bad, and it’s worth the effort to stay away from them.”
-
“I’m curious. Do you know of a junior named Francis Bonnefoy?” Arthur asked, his mouth twitching in disgust at having said the name.
Alfred froze. Ugh, was that the Frenchie’s name? The one that was always around Mattie. He nodded meekly at Arthur. Whatever his boyfriend wanted to say, it would good to hear.
“Uh, yeah, I know him…he uh, seems nice and all…why?” Alfred treaded. “He actually tried coming over last night...”
He WHAT?
Arthur shook his head in disdain and laid a hand on top of Alfred’s dramatically. “Francis Bonnefoy is anything but nice, my dear.”
-
“Arthur Kirkland.”
Matthew blinked a few times. Was he hearing that correct? Wasn’t that the angry-ish man Alfred was always around? It definitely sounded familiar.
“Oh, uh, yeah. I know him.”
Well, Francis thought. At least he admits that much.
“Oh, your poor soul! If you only knew him!~”
-
“The poor dear. Used and thrown out.”
“Then there was that time he took three girls to prom!”
“And preferred his rowdy, equally perverse friends to dates.”
Arthur sighed. Years of theatre was so handy now.
Alfred looked around ready to kill someone.
-
“Abusive.”
“He’ll act warm to get you to like him, but is it any wonder he’s got no friends?”
“He has such a way with words, he can break you if you don’t conform to what he thinks it right.”
“If you so much as annoy him a smidge, you’re asking to be hit. Even if you’re strong, you have not seen a wrath like that of Arthur Kirkland.”
Matthew’s eyes widened into saucers after all that Francis had nonchalantly said. He looked incredibly terrified, and sucked in his cheeks.
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Arthur smiled to himself as Alfred gave him a romantic kiss on the lips- with tongue-and walked off to his next class. Alfred was an easy book to read.
Francis was going to get it.
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Matthew shook a bit as Francis concluded his monologue about his less-than-favourite Brit. Francis enveloped the other in a hug to calm him down.
“Don’t let yourself associate with such bad people.”
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Arthur hummed merrily. All had gone well.
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Francis looked at his nails, smirking. All had gone well.
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(Anonymous) 2013-03-04 03:42 am (UTC)(link)Alfred bobbed his head to the music blaring from his old iPod shuffle as he finished off his seventh lap. By then, he had already slowed himself down, and was beginning his paced walk-lap to cool his system. He didn’t want to admit it, but if he was going to join the football team, he was going to need some more time to get in shape. Alfred had purposely chosen to go for a run early in the morning to avoid seeing anyone witness his up and downs in regards to his physical shape.
Last night had been a restless argument with his twin brother concerning both of their love lives. Alfred had only assumed he would coerce his brother to loosen things with the French cheater, but had found himself learning about Arthur’s domineering past. What was he supposed to make out of that?
To be frank, Alfred knew that Arthur got flustered or annoyed easily, but he didn’t go so far as to assume Arthur domestically abused his lovers.
Then again, he hadn’t been with Arthur long enough to think otherwise.
But, Arthur seemed so loving, and so Alfred had put up a defensive front against Matthew last night. The other twin apparently had a same mindset.
Currently, they were at a stalemate with each other. Alfred had to pick up a light-pick-me-up at the dining hall because Matthew refused to wake up early to make something for his brother.
As Imagine Dragon’s “Rise to the Top of the World” began pooling into Alfred’s ears, his eyes widened as he noticed the unmistakeable Arthur Kirkland walking briskly away from his best friend.
Alfred had learned quite early on how close to Brit and his Portuguese roommate were. They were practically joined at the hips with each other, and Alfred had to admit sometimes he was jealous over their love of actual football, and old jokes. If this were still the case, though, why did it look like Arthur was extremely pissed at said roommate running after him?
Curious, Alfred patted his pockets for his glasses, only to realize he’d left them in his dorm. Crap.
And I feel you close…Feel you close like you wanted me to…
Still, Alfred’s vision wasn’t completely ruined to not see Arthur pause, only for Alex to run into him. The poor Portuguese student must have made a sound as he landed bottom-first on the ground. Alfred could make out Arthur laugh, or smirk, or SOMETHING. The Brit turned around and looked down at his roommate, waggling a finger like a teacher would to a disobedient child. After that, Arthur turned around and stomped away, leaving Alex probably confused. Alfred’s breathing hitched as he watched Alex get up slowly, look at Arthur’s back and head the other direction.
For some reason, even without any actual violence, or blood (as Matthew screamed was possible!), Alfred’s heart clenched at seeing such a tight friendship look almost torn or broken.
And Arthur didn’t seem to care.
America, don’t you cry…
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(Anonymous) 2013-03-06 06:18 am (UTC)(link)“My friend is crazy.” Alex lamented, drying off another porcelain mug.
The part-time barista grumbled under his breath for the umpteenth time about his sometimes-scary British companion. “AND I told him not to drink strong tea in the morning because he gets all pompous! Oh! And those big words he uses!”
Alex sighed, stacking the cup on the ‘dry’ pile, and grabbing another. He turned to his co-worker and cocked his head.
“You know Arthur. Geez! I mean GEEZ! I mean he’s cool and crap, but ew, I would never want him in that way. No. No, no, no.”
The barista’s rag squeaked as he rubbed it against the white mug. His co-worker nodded, but Alex wasn’t sure if he had actually been paying any attention.
“How do you manage so well with your roommate? BERWALD!”
Said co-worker just shrugged and looked down on the shorter male.
“I don’t know; people just always get along with me.” Berwald’s baritone voice sighed.
Alex shivered and realized then and there, why he never liked to complain to his co-workers.
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(Anonymous) 2013-03-11 04:43 am (UTC)(link)-sighh- I have to make an apology because I was basically confined to my bed because of a fever for the past while, and that last part I wrote...well, I wish I could rewrite it because IDK what the heck I did. It left me also in a sort of writer's block LOL. But anyway, just to let you guys know :I
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The two brothers locked eyes as Alfred entered the dormitory. Matthew nodded at his brother, acknowledging his presence, and continued to dig for his coat in the shared closet. Alfred dumped his bag on the ground and just started stripping silently to change into clean clothes. There were no words exchanged for the longest time as the twins bustled around their room and the sounds of paper shuffling and, bags buckling kept the air tense. There were definitely words that had been left unsaid the night before, and even if Alfred had tried to avoid his brother early in the morning, he knew it was impossible.
“I, uh, I saw him today…” Alfred whispered.
Matthew stopped organizing his assignments and turned to his brother.
“Who are you talking about, again?”
“Arthur.” Alfred supplied. He still kept his eye contact away from his brother, but nodded. “And, he…he was, uh, with Alex.”
“His roommate?”
“Mhm.”
“Alfred, you’re talking in such a monotonous voice. Arthur was with his roommate- okay?”
“He- Arthur…yelled at him…and l-laughed at his face at something-I don’t-“
Alfred could hear his brother sigh in exasperation. Finally, he looked up to face his brother. Matthew had his arms crossed, but his expression was more thoughtful than smug, like Alfred would have thought.
“Well, Alfred, what do you want me to say?” Matthew asked softly. “As your brother I’ve come to terms that I will respect who you choose to associate yourself with. Did it look bad? Where were you?”
“I was just practicing for football season, and I just saw Alex running, and then falling because of Arthur and he looked scared, and I-“ Alfred rambled, his voice getting higher, before he stopped. “It just looked bad…and what you said-“
“Forget what I said, Alfred. Did it look really bad?”
“They’re supposed to be close! If Arthur can make Alex so frightened-!”
Alfred groaned, pulling his hair. “Freaking made me paranoid and I just…I don’t know.”
The physics major felt his brother’s unmistakable hand gripping his shoulder. “Maybe, just…try to keep him at an arm’s distance for a while…don’t, well, don’t lose him, but I know football means a lot to you…don’t let it get in the way…at least not now.” Matthew encouraged. “I don’t know Arthur too well…but Francis does, I guess…”
A mirthless chuckle elicited from Alfred’s lips. “That French guy is so weird. If he is a pervert, he’ll be meeting my fist, but he actually looked like he was worried when he saw me all angry at the track.”
“Francis?” Matthew gasped, drawing his hand back. “Uh, you…you saw him?
He saw you?”
Alfred nodded, turning around. “Yeah. I guess I looked really pissed, y’know. Never saw the guy really before, but he seems…okay. Though I basically hissed at him cuz I was confused as heck. Maybe he can prove me wrong…”
It was always something Matthew liked to keep to himself; a small, occasional inferiority complex. He loved his brother, but just thinking of the circumstance…why would Francis ever approach someone as brash and un-cultured as Alfred…?
…While Alfred was jogging...
Matthew’s eye narrowed- which was not seen by his brother.
Alfred is more confident… Alfred has brighter eyes… Alfred is more muscular…
“You’re lucky, Mattie. Maybe he’s not that man-whore anyway, but someone who genuinely cares about people.” Alfred got up and hitched his backpack over his shoulder. His hands grazed the doorknob, as he waved to his brother. “I’mma take your advice and cool it a bit with Arthur so I can think straight. See you, Mattie!” His face lightened up as if he had the coolest idea ever. “Ohmaigawd, we should like go out all three of us one day! Me, you, Francis!”
Matthew twitched.
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