Several Times Arthur Kirkland Tired to ask out Ally Jones and Failed Miserably [1/2]
Several Times Arthur Kirkland Tried to Ask Out Ally Jones and Failed Miserably: deanon from the kink meme. Prompt: England asks Fem!America to prom at the last minute and is rejected.
There is a part 2, and something in Ally's point of view.
2 Months to Prom
Arthur peeked out from his hiding spot around the corner. There she was, Alfreda F. Jones, the girl he had been pining after ever since freshman year, and today he was going to do something about it. Today was going to be the day he asked Ally to prom, where she would surely fall for him just as hard as he had for her. Yes, it was all part of his master plan to finally make Ally his and it will come to fruition. He’d make sure of that.
He struts down the hall, head held high as Ally opens her locker. Arthur leans against the locker next to hers and says, very nonchalant, “Good morning, Miss Jones.”
“A-Arthur!” she stutters a blushes in a way that’s too adorable. “What business does the all powerful Student Council President have with little ol’ me?”
He flashes a charming smile that grows when she practically melts beneath it. “I was going through the plans for prom and realized I haven’t got a date yet. Would you like the honor of accompanying me, Miss Jones?”
Ally’s blush grows even more as all of the other girls in the school (who just so happen to be in the hallway at the time) let out disappointed groans. Some even burst out into tears through sheer disappointment of not being able to go to prom with Arthur Kirkland.
“Y-you…you’d let me of all people go with you?” tears start to form in her eyes as he covers her mouth and looks away, “Surely there are other girls more qualified than I to escort a gentleman such as yourself to an event like prom?”
“Maybe so,” his eyes soften as he plays with a flyaway piece of her hair, “but I would be honored if it were you.”
“Oh,” all the other girls sigh. All of the boys (who are also in the hallway) stare jealously at him, wishing they were more like him, especially Francis, who goes off to cry about how much Arthur’s life is better than his.
“Oh Arthur,” Ally finally says, “How can I say no to you and your sexy eyebrows?”
And it was perfect, in Arthur’s mind. Reality, however, didn’t like to conform to Arthur’s mind.
He tripped. He’s not sure what he tripped over, but he was going to make sure it was expelled immediately. After Arthur brushed himself off and scraped together what was left of his dignity, he turned to face Ally, who was, of course, still laughing at him.
And she was beautiful when she laughed. And Arthur lost his nerve.
“Hey Artie,” she called once she calmed down, “What are you doing over here? Isn’t your first class on the other side of the school?”
“I, uh, had some important Student Council thing to do over here…it’s not like I’m here for you or anything.”
“Oh, right,” she almost looked like she was disappointed about something for the briefest moment, but that was mostly likely a trick of the light. What did Ally have to be disappointed about? “Well, the bell’s gonna ring in like five seconds, so you should get going if you don’t want to be late!”
“Yes…I was just heading back…”
“See ya in English then!” she waved and headed in the opposite direction of where he needed to be.
When she was out of sight, Arthur thumped his head against the wall and sighed.
Well, he still had time after all; he could always try again.
1 Month to Prom
“You’re trying to ask Ally to prom?” Francis smirked, leaning against the tree they were eating lunch under. Arthur blushed and tried to punch him.
“Wh-why would you think something like that?!”
“Well, you’ve been stalking her ever since tickets went on sale,” he said matter of factly, “plus everyone and their grandmother knows you’ve been crushing on her since middle school.”
“Freshman year,” Arthur corrected, “and it isn’t anyone or their grandmother’s business, thank you very much.”
“Mon ami, watching you, it makes my French heart sad. Let me help you.”
“Bugger off. I can do this myself.”
“You know, our little Miss Ally is quite popular,” Francis twirled his rose, “if you don’t do something soon…”
“I’ll do something soon! Don’t worry your froggy arse about it!”
“Well, here’s your chance to do something. She’s coming this way.”
Sure enough, Ally and Kiku were walking over to where they were sitting, or more like Ally was dragging the poor Japanese boy their way.
“Hello Arthur-san, Francis-san,” Kiku greeted.
“Hey! It’s such a nice day out, so we decided to eat with you.”
“You could at least ask first, git,” Arthur muttered while he and Francis shifted to make room in the shade for them. Kiku thanked them politely. Ally just stuck her tongue out at him, and damnit it all if that wasn’t the most adorable thing she could have done.
Francis, in all of his stupid Frechness, was right, for once. This was his chance to ask her to prom.
“Ally,” he starts, looking into her eyes, “uh, w-would you like, I mean, would you mind terribly going to prom with me?” He hopes he isn’t blushing too much.
She stares at him like he’s got seven heads before breaking out in a fit of laughter. “You? Why would I go with the likes of you when there are so many better choices out there?” She smirks, and it’s equally cruel and beautiful in Arthur’s eyes, “Choices like Francis.”
“Wh-what?!”
“Oui,” Francis laughs, “I’ve been telling you for years; she’s out of your league.”
“It’s true, Arthur-san,” Kiku looks at him pityingly, “it was ridiculous thinking you had a chance with her.”
“Besides,” Ally adds, as she places herself in Francis’s lap and wraps her arms around his neck while he grabs her arse, “you make a much better friend then boyfriend. I mean, who'd ever want to date someone with those eyebrows?”
Arthur shook his head. That scenario was ridiculous. Where the hell did it come from?
“Artie?” Ally was looking at right him. He must have actually called her name, “Did you want something?”
“I…uh…” Francis is keeping an eye on him out of the corner of his eye, he knew, waiting for him to make his move. Kiku and Ally were looking at him expectantly as well. “Uh…a-are you going to eat that?” he backed out, and pointed at one of the hamburgers she still had left.
“Of course I am! Why?” she looked worried all of I sudden, “Do you...you don’t think I’m getting too fat do you?!”
Francis face palmed. Arthur’s sure Kiku would have too if such things were in his nature.
“N-no! Not at all. I was just still hungry, is all…”
“Oh, then you can have it if you want.” And he had no choice but to eat her heart attack on a bun now, but her smile made that worth it, even if Francis made fun of him for chickening out for the rest of the day.
2 Weeks to Prom
“Kya!” Ally shrieks as she backs into the lockers, “G-get away from me Ivan!”
“Mwahaha!” the Russian laughs evilly, “There is no escaping, my dear,” a large hand slams into the lockers by her face, causing the poor girl to tremble uncontrollably. “You will be mine,” he hisses.
“N-no!” she manages to scream out as Ivan starts stroking her cheek in what could have been a loving manner in another situation. “Help! Someone help me!”
“That’s enough, Ivan!” Arthur declares as he arrives at the scene. “Let Ally go now! When a lady says no, she means no.”
“Grr curses,” Ivan mutters as he slinks away, “Foiled again by the super sexy Student Council President! God I wish I had eyebrows like him!” And no one hears from him again.
“My hero!” Ally shouts as she basically glomps him, “My knight in a school uniform!” She hugs him, a bit too tight, but Arthur doesn’t mind. “How can I ever thank you?”
“Well, you could let me escort you to prom, if you don’t mind that is…”
“Of course,” she pulls back and cups his cheek in her hands, “but I should thank you properly…” she leans in, eyes closing, as her hand moves up and into his hair. Arthur’s hand starts sliding down from her waist as his eyes close as well…
BAM! Ally’s punch shocked him out of his fantasy, which was probably for the better. Arthur peeked around the corner to see Ivan doubled over in pain and the beautiful blond glaring down at him, her fist still poised for another strike.
“I already told you six times, no, I will not go to prom with you!” she shouted, “You’re starting to get creepy, and I don’t like creepers…you know what happens to things I don’t like…”
“I was merely concerned about you,” Ivan recovered from the blow quickly and straightened up, “you still do not have a date, yes? If you wait for him too long…” she stepped forward threateningly, causing him to flinch backward, “I get it! Not me, yes?”
“Yes, not you,” Ally lowered her fist, “Sorry Ivan, but-”
“I understand,” he smiled at her, and it’s surprisingly not-creepy, which made Arthur jealous for some reason, “I hope he does ask you soon, but if he doesn’t…”
“If he doesn’t, maybe.”
“That is good enough.” The Russian nodded and walked away.
Ally muttered something under her breath as she rounds the corner and bumps into an approaching Arthur.
“Oh, Artie!” her smile brightened up the dark place Arthur was creating in his mind to send Ivan, “What’s up?”
“I…” you could do it now, a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Francis’s insisted. Just do it, right now, before you lose your nerve again.
But he made the mistake of looking into her big, perfect, blue eyes and got lost and confused and a whole other slew of emotions he associated with Ally, and lost his nerve again.
“The ceiling?” he coughed out and tries to hide his blush.
“Hm?” Ally actually looked up, “You’re right. The ceiling is up.”
“I’ve got to go. Student Council business and all that,” he backed away slowly.
“Oh, okay. See you later?” It’s a question, as if she was unsure he’d want to, but since when is she ever unsure?
“Yes, later…see you then.” Arthur walked away and resisted the urge to slam his head into the nearest wall.
Why can’t he do this? He’s running out of time.
3 Days to Prom
Francis dragged Arthur through the hallways, ignoring the Briton’s protests, as usual.
“This is no way to treat your President!” Arthur shouted to deaf ears.
Suddenly he stopped, pushed Arthur against the wall, straightened his school uniform, and handed him a rose.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?”
Still not saying anything, Francis opened the nearby door and pushed him in.
“And don’t come out until you finally do something!” He whispered as he shut the door.
Arthur immediately turned around and started shaking the door knob. It was locked, of course, stupid frog.
“Artie?” he whipped around to see that this just happened to be the room where Ally and Toris were studying, of course. Had he mentioned the frog was stupid? “What are you doing in here?”
He felt his face go red too quickly to be physically possible as he continued to try and open the door behind his back. “I…uh…”
“Do it!” he heard Francis hiss from the other side, “If you don’t do it now, you never will and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!”
Arthur froze when he realized he was absolutely right; this was his last chance, and like hell he was going to let it pass him by this time.
“Ally,” he approached her, ignoring the fact that he was probably blushing and shaking and sweating, and offered her the rose, “w-would you like to, ah, if you don’t mind, um, uh…”
“Just spit it out Artie,” she smiled teasingly at him, and that gave Arthur the confidence to continue.
“Will you go to prom with me?”
She stared at him for a bit, which made him feel like an idiot, then buried her face in her hands and started hollowly chuckling, which made him feel even more like an idiot. “Now you ask me…” she might have muttered, but Arthur was too busy heading back to the door to pay attention.
“N-never mind! S-stupid idea,” he turned back to the door and tugged at the door knob - which was still locked, what was that bloody frog up to - but Ally had caught up with him and grabbed his shoulder.
“Wait,” she turned him around and plucked the flower from his hands, “it’s not…” over her shoulder, Arthur could see Toris starting to pack up their books, but Ally’s sigh focused his attention back to her as she put the flower in her hair, “Thank you. For asking me. It…it really means a lot to me, but Lars already asked me 3nd period…and I said yes.”
“Lars? The Dutch kid?” he knew who he was, of course, he just needed to say something, but she nodded anyway.
3nd period…it was 4th period, that’s when they both had study hall. Arthur had English with her 2nd period and chickened out when he tried to ask her then. Sometimes fate could be too cruel.
“Ah, well,” Arthur coughed awkwardly, “I’m sure…you’ll have a lovely time. Excuse me.”
“Arthur wait!” but the door was finally unlocked, and he had vanished by the time she got out in the hallway.
The Englishman sat gloomily in the shadows of the vending machine as Ally ran by looking for him.
“This is your fault,” he muttered to Francis, who sat next to him.
“How so?”
“If you hadn’t made me ask her…”
“Then you would have spent the rest of your life wondering,” His friend stood up and looked down at him with a mischievous smirk on his face, “And now that you know what exactly do you plan to do about it, Arthur Kirkland?”
Arthur stared at him clueless for a moment before it clicked and he gained a similar smirk.
“I could use some help…”
Part 2
There is a part 2, and something in Ally's point of view.
2 Months to Prom
Arthur peeked out from his hiding spot around the corner. There she was, Alfreda F. Jones, the girl he had been pining after ever since freshman year, and today he was going to do something about it. Today was going to be the day he asked Ally to prom, where she would surely fall for him just as hard as he had for her. Yes, it was all part of his master plan to finally make Ally his and it will come to fruition. He’d make sure of that.
He struts down the hall, head held high as Ally opens her locker. Arthur leans against the locker next to hers and says, very nonchalant, “Good morning, Miss Jones.”
“A-Arthur!” she stutters a blushes in a way that’s too adorable. “What business does the all powerful Student Council President have with little ol’ me?”
He flashes a charming smile that grows when she practically melts beneath it. “I was going through the plans for prom and realized I haven’t got a date yet. Would you like the honor of accompanying me, Miss Jones?”
Ally’s blush grows even more as all of the other girls in the school (who just so happen to be in the hallway at the time) let out disappointed groans. Some even burst out into tears through sheer disappointment of not being able to go to prom with Arthur Kirkland.
“Y-you…you’d let me of all people go with you?” tears start to form in her eyes as he covers her mouth and looks away, “Surely there are other girls more qualified than I to escort a gentleman such as yourself to an event like prom?”
“Maybe so,” his eyes soften as he plays with a flyaway piece of her hair, “but I would be honored if it were you.”
“Oh,” all the other girls sigh. All of the boys (who are also in the hallway) stare jealously at him, wishing they were more like him, especially Francis, who goes off to cry about how much Arthur’s life is better than his.
“Oh Arthur,” Ally finally says, “How can I say no to you and your sexy eyebrows?”
And it was perfect, in Arthur’s mind. Reality, however, didn’t like to conform to Arthur’s mind.
He tripped. He’s not sure what he tripped over, but he was going to make sure it was expelled immediately. After Arthur brushed himself off and scraped together what was left of his dignity, he turned to face Ally, who was, of course, still laughing at him.
And she was beautiful when she laughed. And Arthur lost his nerve.
“Hey Artie,” she called once she calmed down, “What are you doing over here? Isn’t your first class on the other side of the school?”
“I, uh, had some important Student Council thing to do over here…it’s not like I’m here for you or anything.”
“Oh, right,” she almost looked like she was disappointed about something for the briefest moment, but that was mostly likely a trick of the light. What did Ally have to be disappointed about? “Well, the bell’s gonna ring in like five seconds, so you should get going if you don’t want to be late!”
“Yes…I was just heading back…”
“See ya in English then!” she waved and headed in the opposite direction of where he needed to be.
When she was out of sight, Arthur thumped his head against the wall and sighed.
Well, he still had time after all; he could always try again.
1 Month to Prom
“You’re trying to ask Ally to prom?” Francis smirked, leaning against the tree they were eating lunch under. Arthur blushed and tried to punch him.
“Wh-why would you think something like that?!”
“Well, you’ve been stalking her ever since tickets went on sale,” he said matter of factly, “plus everyone and their grandmother knows you’ve been crushing on her since middle school.”
“Freshman year,” Arthur corrected, “and it isn’t anyone or their grandmother’s business, thank you very much.”
“Mon ami, watching you, it makes my French heart sad. Let me help you.”
“Bugger off. I can do this myself.”
“You know, our little Miss Ally is quite popular,” Francis twirled his rose, “if you don’t do something soon…”
“I’ll do something soon! Don’t worry your froggy arse about it!”
“Well, here’s your chance to do something. She’s coming this way.”
Sure enough, Ally and Kiku were walking over to where they were sitting, or more like Ally was dragging the poor Japanese boy their way.
“Hello Arthur-san, Francis-san,” Kiku greeted.
“Hey! It’s such a nice day out, so we decided to eat with you.”
“You could at least ask first, git,” Arthur muttered while he and Francis shifted to make room in the shade for them. Kiku thanked them politely. Ally just stuck her tongue out at him, and damnit it all if that wasn’t the most adorable thing she could have done.
Francis, in all of his stupid Frechness, was right, for once. This was his chance to ask her to prom.
“Ally,” he starts, looking into her eyes, “uh, w-would you like, I mean, would you mind terribly going to prom with me?” He hopes he isn’t blushing too much.
She stares at him like he’s got seven heads before breaking out in a fit of laughter. “You? Why would I go with the likes of you when there are so many better choices out there?” She smirks, and it’s equally cruel and beautiful in Arthur’s eyes, “Choices like Francis.”
“Wh-what?!”
“Oui,” Francis laughs, “I’ve been telling you for years; she’s out of your league.”
“It’s true, Arthur-san,” Kiku looks at him pityingly, “it was ridiculous thinking you had a chance with her.”
“Besides,” Ally adds, as she places herself in Francis’s lap and wraps her arms around his neck while he grabs her arse, “you make a much better friend then boyfriend. I mean, who'd ever want to date someone with those eyebrows?”
Arthur shook his head. That scenario was ridiculous. Where the hell did it come from?
“Artie?” Ally was looking at right him. He must have actually called her name, “Did you want something?”
“I…uh…” Francis is keeping an eye on him out of the corner of his eye, he knew, waiting for him to make his move. Kiku and Ally were looking at him expectantly as well. “Uh…a-are you going to eat that?” he backed out, and pointed at one of the hamburgers she still had left.
“Of course I am! Why?” she looked worried all of I sudden, “Do you...you don’t think I’m getting too fat do you?!”
Francis face palmed. Arthur’s sure Kiku would have too if such things were in his nature.
“N-no! Not at all. I was just still hungry, is all…”
“Oh, then you can have it if you want.” And he had no choice but to eat her heart attack on a bun now, but her smile made that worth it, even if Francis made fun of him for chickening out for the rest of the day.
2 Weeks to Prom
“Kya!” Ally shrieks as she backs into the lockers, “G-get away from me Ivan!”
“Mwahaha!” the Russian laughs evilly, “There is no escaping, my dear,” a large hand slams into the lockers by her face, causing the poor girl to tremble uncontrollably. “You will be mine,” he hisses.
“N-no!” she manages to scream out as Ivan starts stroking her cheek in what could have been a loving manner in another situation. “Help! Someone help me!”
“That’s enough, Ivan!” Arthur declares as he arrives at the scene. “Let Ally go now! When a lady says no, she means no.”
“Grr curses,” Ivan mutters as he slinks away, “Foiled again by the super sexy Student Council President! God I wish I had eyebrows like him!” And no one hears from him again.
“My hero!” Ally shouts as she basically glomps him, “My knight in a school uniform!” She hugs him, a bit too tight, but Arthur doesn’t mind. “How can I ever thank you?”
“Well, you could let me escort you to prom, if you don’t mind that is…”
“Of course,” she pulls back and cups his cheek in her hands, “but I should thank you properly…” she leans in, eyes closing, as her hand moves up and into his hair. Arthur’s hand starts sliding down from her waist as his eyes close as well…
BAM! Ally’s punch shocked him out of his fantasy, which was probably for the better. Arthur peeked around the corner to see Ivan doubled over in pain and the beautiful blond glaring down at him, her fist still poised for another strike.
“I already told you six times, no, I will not go to prom with you!” she shouted, “You’re starting to get creepy, and I don’t like creepers…you know what happens to things I don’t like…”
“I was merely concerned about you,” Ivan recovered from the blow quickly and straightened up, “you still do not have a date, yes? If you wait for him too long…” she stepped forward threateningly, causing him to flinch backward, “I get it! Not me, yes?”
“Yes, not you,” Ally lowered her fist, “Sorry Ivan, but-”
“I understand,” he smiled at her, and it’s surprisingly not-creepy, which made Arthur jealous for some reason, “I hope he does ask you soon, but if he doesn’t…”
“If he doesn’t, maybe.”
“That is good enough.” The Russian nodded and walked away.
Ally muttered something under her breath as she rounds the corner and bumps into an approaching Arthur.
“Oh, Artie!” her smile brightened up the dark place Arthur was creating in his mind to send Ivan, “What’s up?”
“I…” you could do it now, a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Francis’s insisted. Just do it, right now, before you lose your nerve again.
But he made the mistake of looking into her big, perfect, blue eyes and got lost and confused and a whole other slew of emotions he associated with Ally, and lost his nerve again.
“The ceiling?” he coughed out and tries to hide his blush.
“Hm?” Ally actually looked up, “You’re right. The ceiling is up.”
“I’ve got to go. Student Council business and all that,” he backed away slowly.
“Oh, okay. See you later?” It’s a question, as if she was unsure he’d want to, but since when is she ever unsure?
“Yes, later…see you then.” Arthur walked away and resisted the urge to slam his head into the nearest wall.
Why can’t he do this? He’s running out of time.
3 Days to Prom
Francis dragged Arthur through the hallways, ignoring the Briton’s protests, as usual.
“This is no way to treat your President!” Arthur shouted to deaf ears.
Suddenly he stopped, pushed Arthur against the wall, straightened his school uniform, and handed him a rose.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?”
Still not saying anything, Francis opened the nearby door and pushed him in.
“And don’t come out until you finally do something!” He whispered as he shut the door.
Arthur immediately turned around and started shaking the door knob. It was locked, of course, stupid frog.
“Artie?” he whipped around to see that this just happened to be the room where Ally and Toris were studying, of course. Had he mentioned the frog was stupid? “What are you doing in here?”
He felt his face go red too quickly to be physically possible as he continued to try and open the door behind his back. “I…uh…”
“Do it!” he heard Francis hiss from the other side, “If you don’t do it now, you never will and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!”
Arthur froze when he realized he was absolutely right; this was his last chance, and like hell he was going to let it pass him by this time.
“Ally,” he approached her, ignoring the fact that he was probably blushing and shaking and sweating, and offered her the rose, “w-would you like to, ah, if you don’t mind, um, uh…”
“Just spit it out Artie,” she smiled teasingly at him, and that gave Arthur the confidence to continue.
“Will you go to prom with me?”
She stared at him for a bit, which made him feel like an idiot, then buried her face in her hands and started hollowly chuckling, which made him feel even more like an idiot. “Now you ask me…” she might have muttered, but Arthur was too busy heading back to the door to pay attention.
“N-never mind! S-stupid idea,” he turned back to the door and tugged at the door knob - which was still locked, what was that bloody frog up to - but Ally had caught up with him and grabbed his shoulder.
“Wait,” she turned him around and plucked the flower from his hands, “it’s not…” over her shoulder, Arthur could see Toris starting to pack up their books, but Ally’s sigh focused his attention back to her as she put the flower in her hair, “Thank you. For asking me. It…it really means a lot to me, but Lars already asked me 3nd period…and I said yes.”
“Lars? The Dutch kid?” he knew who he was, of course, he just needed to say something, but she nodded anyway.
3nd period…it was 4th period, that’s when they both had study hall. Arthur had English with her 2nd period and chickened out when he tried to ask her then. Sometimes fate could be too cruel.
“Ah, well,” Arthur coughed awkwardly, “I’m sure…you’ll have a lovely time. Excuse me.”
“Arthur wait!” but the door was finally unlocked, and he had vanished by the time she got out in the hallway.
The Englishman sat gloomily in the shadows of the vending machine as Ally ran by looking for him.
“This is your fault,” he muttered to Francis, who sat next to him.
“How so?”
“If you hadn’t made me ask her…”
“Then you would have spent the rest of your life wondering,” His friend stood up and looked down at him with a mischievous smirk on his face, “And now that you know what exactly do you plan to do about it, Arthur Kirkland?”
Arthur stared at him clueless for a moment before it clicked and he gained a similar smirk.
“I could use some help…”
Part 2