[OOC: AxA Tutor!AU]
Don't really know where this is going. XD; It just happened. I guess I wanted an AU where Arthur's older than Antonio?
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"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! If you don't get down RIGHT NOW I'm coming after you!" The 20-year-old's stern and loud warning was greeted by a cheerful laugh and a rustle of leaves. Displeased spring green eyes followed the progress of the 12-year-old boy who nimbly climbed down the tree. They remained unamused even as the boy landed on his feet unharmed and flashed him a bright smile that could outshine the sun itself.
"Lo siento~" The boy apologized in his native tongue, though he didn't sound as apologetic as he should be. That happy smile didn't help matters; one of his long-suffering tutor's humongous eyebrows twitched at the sight. "But Arthur~ It's such a beautiful day! Do we really have to study?"
The boy's tutor, Arthur, sighed. Here we go again... "Yes we do. Now come along, you." He took his protesting charge gently but firmly by the arm, hating how the boy would most probably be his height any day now, and led him away back to the house. "I won't be here forever you know? And you've still got a long ways to go before your studies are as impeccable as your father wishes."
"Do you really have to go back to Oxford, Arthur?" The earnest question was followed by an even more earnest and honest admission. "I'll miss you."
And the poor tutor tried not to blush at the words. Really. The boy needed to be more in control of his words. It was just...
"Right. Of course." Arthur flashed a wry grin over his shoulder and willed it not to falter at the truthfully earnest expression on Antonio's face. "Because you'd miss me bothering about Shakespeare and your Maths and Sciences."
"You teach me guitar too!"
Ah, that. Of course.
Arthur sighed as he led the again-smiling boy back into the huge manor house the boy's family owned. He glanced back towards Antonio, nimble, green-eyed, smiling Antonio, and admitted to himself quietly that yes, he'd probably miss the brat too.
"Are you going to teach me more chords today?" That smile could charm anyone into doing anything and Arthur, though he hated admitting it, was one of those people. But thankfully, he'd managed to keep his wits about him so far as he pretended to think and responded with,
"If you perfect our practice tests."
And completely ignored the groan that followed that announcement. He smirked and dragged the boy forward, pushing him up the stairs towards the study room.
There was enough time yet to spend with his tutee and he won't be wasting it whiling away the hours when he can teach Antonio something more useful than guitar chords.
"...Arthur? ARTHUR!"
The wind in his lungs got knocked out of him as something--SOMEONE--came hurtling at him, almost knocking him off his feet as arms came around him in a tight hug. It took him a moment to recognize the babbled, excited Spanish ringing in his ears before he started struggling against the hold.
"W-who do you think you are you--"
Emerald green eyes. Slightly tanned skin. And that smile...
"...Antonio?" The name was uttered softly in wonder as Arthur tried to reconcile the sight. Yes, it was Antonio. Tousled brown hair. Laughing green eyes. Golden skin. Smile brighter than the sun. And then he realized he's looking up at him.
But he's not able to say anything more as he was again smothered in another enthusiastic hug and he couldn't get free.
"Arthur! It's been so long! I can't believe I've found you!"
The babbling wouldn't stop, same thing with the hug, and the Englishman is reminded of that time long ago when he idly thought of the day when his little Spanish tutee was going to grow taller than him. The reality was no match for his idle musings. Antonio was probably half a head taller and with a solid grip that wouldn't budge.
And they were attracting attention and it was making Arthur extremely uncomfortable.
"--Arthur!--"
"Let go of me, git! BLOODY HELL!"
Francis had the lecherous grin on his face and it was irking Arthur more than usual.
"Would you stop that?" He demanded of his fellow faculty member. Unlike Francis, there were other people who actually had work to do. The perverted European Literature teacher just wasn't helping anyone get their work done.
What Arthur got for his trouble, however, was having that lecherous grin aimed at him. It made his fist itch to wipe off that scruffy abomination the Frenchman had on his chin. "Oh Arthur, why didn't you ever tell me that you were in such... close relationships with Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, hm?"
"WHAT??"
The football team was practicing out in the football field. They scrimmaged, taking advantage of the good weather. The team was divided into two, distinctive only by whether they wore shirts or not. Shirts or skin.
And Antonio was in the skin team.
And Arthur had to wonder, Were those shorts always that small?
Arthur was snapped out of his musings by the low, perverted chuckle by his side. How did it happen that he's now beside Francis by the window, watching this... Unneeded show of skin??!
"And you accuse moi of being the pervert...ACK!"
By then all Arthur saw was red. Part of that was probably the high flush on his cheeks, but he'll never admit that. NEVER.
~*~
"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! If you don't get down RIGHT NOW I'm coming after you!" The 20-year-old's stern and loud warning was greeted by a cheerful laugh and a rustle of leaves. Displeased spring green eyes followed the progress of the 12-year-old boy who nimbly climbed down the tree. They remained unamused even as the boy landed on his feet unharmed and flashed him a bright smile that could outshine the sun itself.
"Lo siento~" The boy apologized in his native tongue, though he didn't sound as apologetic as he should be. That happy smile didn't help matters; one of his long-suffering tutor's humongous eyebrows twitched at the sight. "But Arthur~ It's such a beautiful day! Do we really have to study?"
The boy's tutor, Arthur, sighed. Here we go again... "Yes we do. Now come along, you." He took his protesting charge gently but firmly by the arm, hating how the boy would most probably be his height any day now, and led him away back to the house. "I won't be here forever you know? And you've still got a long ways to go before your studies are as impeccable as your father wishes."
"Do you really have to go back to Oxford, Arthur?" The earnest question was followed by an even more earnest and honest admission. "I'll miss you."
And the poor tutor tried not to blush at the words. Really. The boy needed to be more in control of his words. It was just...
"Right. Of course." Arthur flashed a wry grin over his shoulder and willed it not to falter at the truthfully earnest expression on Antonio's face. "Because you'd miss me bothering about Shakespeare and your Maths and Sciences."
"You teach me guitar too!"
Ah, that. Of course.
Arthur sighed as he led the again-smiling boy back into the huge manor house the boy's family owned. He glanced back towards Antonio, nimble, green-eyed, smiling Antonio, and admitted to himself quietly that yes, he'd probably miss the brat too.
"Are you going to teach me more chords today?" That smile could charm anyone into doing anything and Arthur, though he hated admitting it, was one of those people. But thankfully, he'd managed to keep his wits about him so far as he pretended to think and responded with,
"If you perfect our practice tests."
And completely ignored the groan that followed that announcement. He smirked and dragged the boy forward, pushing him up the stairs towards the study room.
There was enough time yet to spend with his tutee and he won't be wasting it whiling away the hours when he can teach Antonio something more useful than guitar chords.
"...Arthur? ARTHUR!"
The wind in his lungs got knocked out of him as something--SOMEONE--came hurtling at him, almost knocking him off his feet as arms came around him in a tight hug. It took him a moment to recognize the babbled, excited Spanish ringing in his ears before he started struggling against the hold.
"W-who do you think you are you--"
Emerald green eyes. Slightly tanned skin. And that smile...
"...Antonio?" The name was uttered softly in wonder as Arthur tried to reconcile the sight. Yes, it was Antonio. Tousled brown hair. Laughing green eyes. Golden skin. Smile brighter than the sun. And then he realized he's looking up at him.
But he's not able to say anything more as he was again smothered in another enthusiastic hug and he couldn't get free.
"Arthur! It's been so long! I can't believe I've found you!"
The babbling wouldn't stop, same thing with the hug, and the Englishman is reminded of that time long ago when he idly thought of the day when his little Spanish tutee was going to grow taller than him. The reality was no match for his idle musings. Antonio was probably half a head taller and with a solid grip that wouldn't budge.
And they were attracting attention and it was making Arthur extremely uncomfortable.
"--Arthur!--"
"Let go of me, git! BLOODY HELL!"
Francis had the lecherous grin on his face and it was irking Arthur more than usual.
"Would you stop that?" He demanded of his fellow faculty member. Unlike Francis, there were other people who actually had work to do. The perverted European Literature teacher just wasn't helping anyone get their work done.
What Arthur got for his trouble, however, was having that lecherous grin aimed at him. It made his fist itch to wipe off that scruffy abomination the Frenchman had on his chin. "Oh Arthur, why didn't you ever tell me that you were in such... close relationships with Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, hm?"
"WHAT??"
The football team was practicing out in the football field. They scrimmaged, taking advantage of the good weather. The team was divided into two, distinctive only by whether they wore shirts or not. Shirts or skin.
And Antonio was in the skin team.
And Arthur had to wonder, Were those shorts always that small?
Arthur was snapped out of his musings by the low, perverted chuckle by his side. How did it happen that he's now beside Francis by the window, watching this... Unneeded show of skin??!
"And you accuse moi of being the pervert...ACK!"
By then all Arthur saw was red. Part of that was probably the high flush on his cheeks, but he'll never admit that. NEVER.