Happy Birthday, Dunya01!
UNTITLED HOGWARTS AU THINGY FOR DUNYA01’S BIRTHDAY
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: UsUk
Genre: inexcusable fluff, AU
Rating: PG, and that’s pushing it.
Disclaimer: APH belongs to Himaruya, and the countries factually belong to themselves. Or their bosses and the people that live there, rather.
Warning: none.
Summary: Alfred’s been avoiding Arthur. And Arthur angsts.
A/n: I am unoriginal. It sucks. Don’t hate me, dunya01
I might make this into a two-parter. Maybe. If enough people or especially Dunya care.
Happy Birthday, dear!
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Alfred had been acting strangely for a little while, now. At first, he’d just been distracted. Not listening whenever Arthur spoke to him, not paying attention to his tutoring. Little annoying things like that. Arthur had snapped at him more than once. Alfred had sheepishly apologised, and Arthur had irritably accepted. It wasn’t much different to their usual routine, except Alfred seemed even less interested. It didn’t exactly make Arthur feel any better about these foolish feelings he’d been unfortunately struck with.
His crush on the stupid American boy was extremely childish, but he really couldn’t help it. And as long as this tutoring business Headmistress McGonagall had thought up to promote inter-House relations continued, Arthur could sort of live in denial about Alfred not reciprocating - which he obviously didn’t. It would have been idiotic to even hope so. Alfred was handsome, cheerfull, outgoing and undoubtedly straight. Arthur was quiet, quick-tempered, socially closed, not much to look at and gay. They were incompatible. Those little moments, though, every Wednesday and Thursday, in the Library… were what propelled Arthur through the monotony of having no friends except Hagrid and the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. Those little moments, when Arthur was sharing his knowledge with the boy he liked, and they would talk and Arthur could give him hidden besotted looks that would have shamed some of the silly girls in his year... they made him feel like he was worth something.
Then Alfred began avoiding Arthur. As they were not only in different Houses but also in different years, it was all the more noticeable when Alfred suddenly ducked behind a tapestry, took a side route or pretended to be talking to his Hufflepuff brother.
Arthur would never admit it, but those moments tore him to pieces inside. He was alone in the Library, studying for Potions, when he realised… maybe Alfred had found out about his crush. Maybe he found out and it disgusted him, but he couldn’t think of how to tell Arthur he didn’t want to be near him anymore? It was a horrific thought that kept Arthur awake at night.
However, no matter how introverted Arthur was, he wasn’t one to just let things hang between them like some sort of sticky, unpleasant thing no one wanted around, but no one wanted to touch and get rid of, either. So Arthur sat, biting his lip, and generally being a nervous Nelly all throughout their next little private lesson. Until Alfred, naturally, asked him what the hell was wrong with him.
Arthur cleared his throat, and found he couldn’t look the other boy in the eye.
“I, er, you see, I…”
Alfred rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hand. “C’mon, Art, spit it out.”
“D-do you have a problem with me being gay?” he asked in a flustered rush, his face turning the colour of part of Alfred’s tie. Alfred’s eyes widened, and he looked away. Arthur’s heart fell to beneath his shoes.
“I… I’ll understand if you don’t want to be around me anymore…” he mumbled, turning his head to the side so Alfred wouldn’t see him trying to fight back treacherous tears. Why, oh why, did he need to be acting like a girl right now? To his shock, Alfred placed a hand on his shoulder.
“No way, Arthur! I’m not some homophobic idiot, y’know! I could never… you’re one of my best friends!”
Arthur turned around again and offered him a slight smile.
“Thank you.”
Friend was far, far better than object of disgust. Alfred rubbed the back of his head and, if Arthur hadn’t known any better, he would have chanced a guess that he was nervous. But Alfred was nothing but confident, even cocky, and Arthur was being stupid.
“Uh, listen, um… T-tomorrow’s Friday, right?”
Arthur chuckled weakly. “Yes, it comes after Thursday, usually.”
Alfred rolled his eyes, and then took a deep breath. “Can I meet you in the Entrance Hall at four? By the hourglasses?”
Completely bewildered, Arthur nodded slowly, and Alfred beamed.
“Thanks, Art!”
The rest of the lesson passed rather smoothly, Arthur going through all the usual motions of blushing and quickening heart whenever Alfred got just that little bit too close, and Alfred being his usual ‘I don’t get it!’ whiny self, and... well, Arthur was content, for now.
But when he returned to his common room, he found himself even more worried about tomorrow. What on Earth did Alfred have to say to him? It was probably something horrible. Arthur had never been an exactly positive person, but ever since knowing Alfred, he’d been apprehensive about the smallest little details. If he stayed in this state any longer, he had once mused, he would start jumping at sudden movements.
.
He floated through his lessons the next day. Alfred had given him a half-hearted wave and a weak smile over breakfast, and he hadn’t seen him at lunch. As four o’clock ticked ever closer, one slow second at a time, Arthur found his stomach tying himself in knots and his lipped being chewed to pieces. Francis, his not-so-beloved desk mate, snidely wondered whether he’d argued with his right hand. A good, anxiety-dissolving punch to the chin was well worth thirty points from Slytherin.
And so there he finally was, rocking back and forth on his heels as he waited for Alfred to appear. Yet more horrible thoughts struck him: what if Alfred had stood him up? What if he was taking the piss?
He jumped nearly a foot in the air when he felt someone’s hand touch his shoulder. Alfred just laughed as he clutched at his chest, glaring at him.
“Oh, yes, Alfred, just… Just walk up to people and frighten the living daylights out of them, why don’t you? Bloody madman…”
Alfred shook his head, and cleared his throat. He looked uncharacteristically serious, all of a sudden, and that set Arthur on edge.
“So, er, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
“W-what?”
Arthur held his breath. What could Alfred want to ask him?
“Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me, tomorrow?”
Arthur finally allowed himself to breathe, by gasping. “Really?” he asked hesitantly.
Alfred nodded, and Arthur finally noticed his face was a furious red. So he swept up what little crumbs of boldness he had, and made a metaphorical biscuit of courage with them.
“A… A date?”
Alfred nodded once again. Arthur couldn’t help but feel a little lightheaded. Alfred, the boy he’d had a crush on for months, wonderful, amazing, beautiful, stupid Alfred was asking him out. On a date. A real date. He could barely believe it.
“You’re not joking, are you?”
Alfred finally straightened himself and, although he was still brilliant red, he looked a little more in control of himself.
“No, I’m not. I really mean it, Arthur.”
He reached forward and took Arthur’s hands, squeezing them slightly.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you since before we started this whole lesson thing. I just… couldn’t find the courage. And for a hero like me, that’s pretty lame, really.” He chuckled. “That’s why I was acting like a jerk, lately. I’ve… I’ve kinda liked you since forever.”
“‘Forever’?” Arthur repeated sceptically. Alfred cleared his throat.
“Probably third year,” he amended.
Arthur blinked in surprise. “Oh my.”
“Yeah. I got it bad.”
Arthur just shook his head with a little chuckle, and allowed himself to lean a little closer to Alfred. His chest really was broad. Arthur wondered if a hug or a peck on the cheek was too intimate for them to be already, so soon… They weren’t even together, after all, just going on a date, and -
Alfred threw all his doubts into the Lake with the swiftest, most chaste kiss on the lips Arthur had ever been given. It lasted only a moment, but it melted Arthur’s brain.
“See you tomorrow,” Alfred said with a huge grin. Arthur nodded weakly, and even though he couldn’t see himself, he knew he was probably wearing the most utterly idiotic smile anyone had ever worn. But he really didn’t care. He just waved Alfred goodbye and hurried back to the sixth-year Slytherin boys’ dorm.
He really couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: UsUk
Genre: inexcusable fluff, AU
Rating: PG, and that’s pushing it.
Disclaimer: APH belongs to Himaruya, and the countries factually belong to themselves. Or their bosses and the people that live there, rather.
Warning: none.
Summary: Alfred’s been avoiding Arthur. And Arthur angsts.
A/n: I am unoriginal. It sucks. Don’t hate me, dunya01
I might make this into a two-parter. Maybe. If enough people or especially Dunya care.
Happy Birthday, dear!
.
Alfred had been acting strangely for a little while, now. At first, he’d just been distracted. Not listening whenever Arthur spoke to him, not paying attention to his tutoring. Little annoying things like that. Arthur had snapped at him more than once. Alfred had sheepishly apologised, and Arthur had irritably accepted. It wasn’t much different to their usual routine, except Alfred seemed even less interested. It didn’t exactly make Arthur feel any better about these foolish feelings he’d been unfortunately struck with.
His crush on the stupid American boy was extremely childish, but he really couldn’t help it. And as long as this tutoring business Headmistress McGonagall had thought up to promote inter-House relations continued, Arthur could sort of live in denial about Alfred not reciprocating - which he obviously didn’t. It would have been idiotic to even hope so. Alfred was handsome, cheerfull, outgoing and undoubtedly straight. Arthur was quiet, quick-tempered, socially closed, not much to look at and gay. They were incompatible. Those little moments, though, every Wednesday and Thursday, in the Library… were what propelled Arthur through the monotony of having no friends except Hagrid and the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. Those little moments, when Arthur was sharing his knowledge with the boy he liked, and they would talk and Arthur could give him hidden besotted looks that would have shamed some of the silly girls in his year... they made him feel like he was worth something.
Then Alfred began avoiding Arthur. As they were not only in different Houses but also in different years, it was all the more noticeable when Alfred suddenly ducked behind a tapestry, took a side route or pretended to be talking to his Hufflepuff brother.
Arthur would never admit it, but those moments tore him to pieces inside. He was alone in the Library, studying for Potions, when he realised… maybe Alfred had found out about his crush. Maybe he found out and it disgusted him, but he couldn’t think of how to tell Arthur he didn’t want to be near him anymore? It was a horrific thought that kept Arthur awake at night.
However, no matter how introverted Arthur was, he wasn’t one to just let things hang between them like some sort of sticky, unpleasant thing no one wanted around, but no one wanted to touch and get rid of, either. So Arthur sat, biting his lip, and generally being a nervous Nelly all throughout their next little private lesson. Until Alfred, naturally, asked him what the hell was wrong with him.
Arthur cleared his throat, and found he couldn’t look the other boy in the eye.
“I, er, you see, I…”
Alfred rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hand. “C’mon, Art, spit it out.”
“D-do you have a problem with me being gay?” he asked in a flustered rush, his face turning the colour of part of Alfred’s tie. Alfred’s eyes widened, and he looked away. Arthur’s heart fell to beneath his shoes.
“I… I’ll understand if you don’t want to be around me anymore…” he mumbled, turning his head to the side so Alfred wouldn’t see him trying to fight back treacherous tears. Why, oh why, did he need to be acting like a girl right now? To his shock, Alfred placed a hand on his shoulder.
“No way, Arthur! I’m not some homophobic idiot, y’know! I could never… you’re one of my best friends!”
Arthur turned around again and offered him a slight smile.
“Thank you.”
Friend was far, far better than object of disgust. Alfred rubbed the back of his head and, if Arthur hadn’t known any better, he would have chanced a guess that he was nervous. But Alfred was nothing but confident, even cocky, and Arthur was being stupid.
“Uh, listen, um… T-tomorrow’s Friday, right?”
Arthur chuckled weakly. “Yes, it comes after Thursday, usually.”
Alfred rolled his eyes, and then took a deep breath. “Can I meet you in the Entrance Hall at four? By the hourglasses?”
Completely bewildered, Arthur nodded slowly, and Alfred beamed.
“Thanks, Art!”
The rest of the lesson passed rather smoothly, Arthur going through all the usual motions of blushing and quickening heart whenever Alfred got just that little bit too close, and Alfred being his usual ‘I don’t get it!’ whiny self, and... well, Arthur was content, for now.
But when he returned to his common room, he found himself even more worried about tomorrow. What on Earth did Alfred have to say to him? It was probably something horrible. Arthur had never been an exactly positive person, but ever since knowing Alfred, he’d been apprehensive about the smallest little details. If he stayed in this state any longer, he had once mused, he would start jumping at sudden movements.
.
He floated through his lessons the next day. Alfred had given him a half-hearted wave and a weak smile over breakfast, and he hadn’t seen him at lunch. As four o’clock ticked ever closer, one slow second at a time, Arthur found his stomach tying himself in knots and his lipped being chewed to pieces. Francis, his not-so-beloved desk mate, snidely wondered whether he’d argued with his right hand. A good, anxiety-dissolving punch to the chin was well worth thirty points from Slytherin.
And so there he finally was, rocking back and forth on his heels as he waited for Alfred to appear. Yet more horrible thoughts struck him: what if Alfred had stood him up? What if he was taking the piss?
He jumped nearly a foot in the air when he felt someone’s hand touch his shoulder. Alfred just laughed as he clutched at his chest, glaring at him.
“Oh, yes, Alfred, just… Just walk up to people and frighten the living daylights out of them, why don’t you? Bloody madman…”
Alfred shook his head, and cleared his throat. He looked uncharacteristically serious, all of a sudden, and that set Arthur on edge.
“So, er, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
“W-what?”
Arthur held his breath. What could Alfred want to ask him?
“Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me, tomorrow?”
Arthur finally allowed himself to breathe, by gasping. “Really?” he asked hesitantly.
Alfred nodded, and Arthur finally noticed his face was a furious red. So he swept up what little crumbs of boldness he had, and made a metaphorical biscuit of courage with them.
“A… A date?”
Alfred nodded once again. Arthur couldn’t help but feel a little lightheaded. Alfred, the boy he’d had a crush on for months, wonderful, amazing, beautiful, stupid Alfred was asking him out. On a date. A real date. He could barely believe it.
“You’re not joking, are you?”
Alfred finally straightened himself and, although he was still brilliant red, he looked a little more in control of himself.
“No, I’m not. I really mean it, Arthur.”
He reached forward and took Arthur’s hands, squeezing them slightly.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you since before we started this whole lesson thing. I just… couldn’t find the courage. And for a hero like me, that’s pretty lame, really.” He chuckled. “That’s why I was acting like a jerk, lately. I’ve… I’ve kinda liked you since forever.”
“‘Forever’?” Arthur repeated sceptically. Alfred cleared his throat.
“Probably third year,” he amended.
Arthur blinked in surprise. “Oh my.”
“Yeah. I got it bad.”
Arthur just shook his head with a little chuckle, and allowed himself to lean a little closer to Alfred. His chest really was broad. Arthur wondered if a hug or a peck on the cheek was too intimate for them to be already, so soon… They weren’t even together, after all, just going on a date, and -
Alfred threw all his doubts into the Lake with the swiftest, most chaste kiss on the lips Arthur had ever been given. It lasted only a moment, but it melted Arthur’s brain.
“See you tomorrow,” Alfred said with a huge grin. Arthur nodded weakly, and even though he couldn’t see himself, he knew he was probably wearing the most utterly idiotic smile anyone had ever worn. But he really didn’t care. He just waved Alfred goodbye and hurried back to the sixth-year Slytherin boys’ dorm.
He really couldn’t wait for tomorrow.