Alfred wheeled around, glaring at the smiling man.
Click.
"Is there a problem?" he asked innocently.
"Besides your existence? Yes."
He snatched the pen quickly and turned back around. Then he allowed himself a smug smile. That would show that fucking commie to-
Click.
Oh, Alfred was going to strangle him with that scarf.
Alfred turned back around and threw his own pencil at the instigator's face.
"Jones!," the teacher shouted, "Detention! This Friday!"
About half the class breathed a sigh of relief.
Then the teacher added:
"And pay attention!"
Click.
...oOo...
Alfred caught up with Arthur after class.
He slammed him up against some lockers, making him drop his notebooks all over the floor.
"Ya think that was funny?" Alfred demanded, sliding the smaller boy farther up against the lockers.
"Let me go, you bloody git!" Arthur spat.
Alfred jerked him forward, and then back, smashing the back of his head against the cold metal.
"I said, did you think that was funny."
The pressure on Arthur's throat was increasing steadily, but he still managed to choke out:
"Yes. Bloody hilarious."
Alfred released him, and he dropped unceremoniously to the floor. Arthur took a few seconds to try and catch his breath, but the attempt was short-lived as Alfred was about to kick him.
Arthur put his arms over his face, preparing himself, but the kick never came.
He gathered the courage to look up and found Alfred turned to face Ivan.
He was never happier to see that barbarian.
As they exchanged threats and knowledge of puncture wounds that would be fatal, he gathered his books as quickly as he could, and then he quietly snuck away.
Arthur noticed Francis and Kiku at the mouth of the hallway, beckoning for him to come closer.
He went over, massaging his throat.
"Let me see, mon cher," Francis said, very gently prying Arthur's hand from his windpipe.
"Bloody hurts," Arthur murmured. But Francis' cool, darting fingers were soothing.
"It won't even bruise," Francis informed him. Then he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the angry skin.
Arthur's hand jumped to his throat again as he spluttered.
Francis chuckled.
"Oh, calmes-toi. No one is watching and Kiku-chan doesn't care."
However, Kiku did avert his eyes and blush as Francis kissed Arthur properly.
He opted instead to watch as Alfred attempted to punch Ivan, but all either succeeded in doing was making their way down the hall, creating chaos in their wake.
Hmm, Kiku thought, Braginski-san was strangely willing to come here to see Alfred.
Two updates in one day?! Anon I love you! *hugs tightly* This was perfect. I can just see Alfred getting all riled up over a clicking pen. And Arthurs defiance (even if it would have gotten him beat up eve worse) was just like him. (and that little hint of FrUk was adorable :3)
Yeah... I was originally gonna smush 'em into one chapter, but then I decided to just separate them. I'm having so much fun with writing this, you have no idea. I don't know how I have never considered both of them bullies, but they so are. Brilliant I tell you, thanks for the wonderful idea ^^
And I'm still glad to hear that you're enjoying it. And as I've said, feel free to tell me if anything hits you, or it starts going somewhere you don't want. I'm totally flexible.
(Pffft! Finished typing above phrase and then connotation hit me...)
I'll try to have a longer chapter for you by tomorrow~
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[Russia, America - Bullies] A Fine Line (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-17 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)It was really starting to piss Alfred off.
Click.
They moved seats today.
Click.
Ivan was sitting behind him.
Click.
And he wouldn't stop-
Click.
Clicking that-
Click.
Fucking-
Click.
Pen.
Alfred wheeled around, glaring at the smiling man.
Click.
"Is there a problem?" he asked innocently.
"Besides your existence? Yes."
He snatched the pen quickly and turned back around. Then he allowed himself a smug smile. That would show that fucking commie to-
Click.
Oh, Alfred was going to strangle him with that scarf.
Alfred turned back around and threw his own pencil at the instigator's face.
"Jones!," the teacher shouted, "Detention! This Friday!"
About half the class breathed a sigh of relief.
Then the teacher added:
"And pay attention!"
Click.
Alfred caught up with Arthur after class.
He slammed him up against some lockers, making him drop his notebooks all over the floor.
"Ya think that was funny?" Alfred demanded, sliding the smaller boy farther up against the lockers.
"Let me go, you bloody git!" Arthur spat.
Alfred jerked him forward, and then back, smashing the back of his head against the cold metal.
"I said, did you think that was funny."
The pressure on Arthur's throat was increasing steadily, but he still managed to choke out:
"Yes. Bloody hilarious."
Alfred released him, and he dropped unceremoniously to the floor. Arthur took a few seconds to try and catch his breath, but the attempt was short-lived as Alfred was about to kick him.
Arthur put his arms over his face, preparing himself, but the kick never came.
He gathered the courage to look up and found Alfred turned to face Ivan.
He was never happier to see that barbarian.
As they exchanged threats and knowledge of puncture wounds that would be fatal, he gathered his books as quickly as he could, and then he quietly snuck away.
Arthur noticed Francis and Kiku at the mouth of the hallway, beckoning for him to come closer.
He went over, massaging his throat.
"Let me see, mon cher," Francis said, very gently prying Arthur's hand from his windpipe.
"Bloody hurts," Arthur murmured. But Francis' cool, darting fingers were soothing.
"It won't even bruise," Francis informed him. Then he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the angry skin.
Arthur's hand jumped to his throat again as he spluttered.
Francis chuckled.
"Oh, calmes-toi. No one is watching and Kiku-chan doesn't care."
However, Kiku did avert his eyes and blush as Francis kissed Arthur properly.
He opted instead to watch as Alfred attempted to punch Ivan, but all either succeeded in doing was making their way down the hall, creating chaos in their wake.
Hmm, Kiku thought, Braginski-san was strangely willing to come here to see Alfred.
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-02-17 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)This is just amazing anon :)
a!a!
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 12:44 am (UTC)(link)And I'm still glad to hear that you're enjoying it. And as I've said, feel free to tell me if anything hits you, or it starts going somewhere you don't want. I'm totally flexible.
(Pffft! Finished typing above phrase and then connotation hit me...)
I'll try to have a longer chapter for you by tomorrow~
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 01:22 am (UTC)(link)Re: [Russia, America - Bullies] A Fine Line (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)a!a!
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 12:44 am (UTC)(link)Glad to hear it =]