My First and My Only: I Like You! (1/??)
Title: My First and Only
Author: me aka starfoxx322
Characters/Pairings: America/England, others will probably show up
Rating: G, for this chapter but it's going to go up as the fic continues,
Summary: A look into high-school sweethearts Alfred F. Jones's and Arthur Kirkland's relationship as it evolves over the course of their high school years.
This chapter: In which Arthur decides its hopeless and Alfred doesn't quite know what to do.
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In truth, Arthur’s crush on Alfred had started second semester of their freshman year-although he had conveniently denied it to everyone including himself until they started dating. He had no idea of the exact moment when he had begun to fall for the annoying American. There was no great epiphany with trumpets blaring and a light coming down from heaven to rest on Alfred. On the contrary, it was more of a gradual process of small things noticed of a period of time. His charming yet dopey smile, his impossibly blue eyes, how strong he was, the way his golden hair fell in his eyes… All of these things became more and more apparent as time went on. And it wasn’t only Alfred’s undeniably good looks that attracted the Brit. He could be kind and caring when he wasn’t busy being an idiot; his heroism was often misguided, but his heart was in the right place; he was loud, obnoxious, and overly affectionate, which had the potential to be endearing in the right time and place; those and a million other little things all came together to cause Arthur’s heart to beat madly when Alfred would flash him a Hollywood smile.
However, he was sure that Alfred would never return his feelings. Alfred was a golden child, loved by everyone, on his way to being a star athlete, and probably would be Stuco President one day. Girls flocked to him like flies to honey. They’d flirt with him and he’d flirt right back, even though he didn’t date any of them. Not that it mattered, he’d find one he liked well enough eventually and go out with her. They’d probably become high school sweethearts, go to college together and then get married. Alfred would come back to their ten year reunion with her on one arm and a million stories about their first child and all sorts of gleeful anticipation for the coming of their second. Yes, Alfred was golden, so bright that Arthur knew he’d never be able to make it to his level, so why even try?
Alfred was slightly more oblivious, not noticing how attractive Arthur really was until after Arthur returned from a spring break trip home to England in their sophomore year. Going home had allowed the normally uptight teen to loosen up a tiny bit, so much so that he gave Alfred a rare smile on their first day back in classes. Alfred was suddenly struck by how pretty Arthur looked when he smiled. And from that moment on, he could only see how stunningly green Arthur’s eyes were, how the light reflected off of his sandy blonde hair, and the cute shade of pink his cheeks turned when he was flustered. And things just exploded from there.
Nearly two years of interaction slapped him upside the face and demanded he see the signs. Light hearted teasing that was more like flirting, snide comments by fellow classmates, the way he caught Arthur looking at him when the Brit though he wasn’t paying attention, the way he found his eyes inexplicably gravitating toward Arthur, his insistence they remain friends despite the fact they fought constantly, the fact he texted Arthur more than all his other contacts combined, why he never seemed to find the right girl… The signs he should have noticed just kept on coming.
Two rather sleepless night and much soul searching later, Alfred F. Jones decided that he was in love with Arthur Kirkland and probably had been for awhile.
He just didn’t quite know what to do with it.
|Prologue <-- | --> Chapter 2 (coming soon)|
Author: me aka starfoxx322
Characters/Pairings: America/England, others will probably show up
Rating: G, for this chapter but it's going to go up as the fic continues,
Summary: A look into high-school sweethearts Alfred F. Jones's and Arthur Kirkland's relationship as it evolves over the course of their high school years.
This chapter: In which Arthur decides its hopeless and Alfred doesn't quite know what to do.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
In truth, Arthur’s crush on Alfred had started second semester of their freshman year-although he had conveniently denied it to everyone including himself until they started dating. He had no idea of the exact moment when he had begun to fall for the annoying American. There was no great epiphany with trumpets blaring and a light coming down from heaven to rest on Alfred. On the contrary, it was more of a gradual process of small things noticed of a period of time. His charming yet dopey smile, his impossibly blue eyes, how strong he was, the way his golden hair fell in his eyes… All of these things became more and more apparent as time went on. And it wasn’t only Alfred’s undeniably good looks that attracted the Brit. He could be kind and caring when he wasn’t busy being an idiot; his heroism was often misguided, but his heart was in the right place; he was loud, obnoxious, and overly affectionate, which had the potential to be endearing in the right time and place; those and a million other little things all came together to cause Arthur’s heart to beat madly when Alfred would flash him a Hollywood smile.
However, he was sure that Alfred would never return his feelings. Alfred was a golden child, loved by everyone, on his way to being a star athlete, and probably would be Stuco President one day. Girls flocked to him like flies to honey. They’d flirt with him and he’d flirt right back, even though he didn’t date any of them. Not that it mattered, he’d find one he liked well enough eventually and go out with her. They’d probably become high school sweethearts, go to college together and then get married. Alfred would come back to their ten year reunion with her on one arm and a million stories about their first child and all sorts of gleeful anticipation for the coming of their second. Yes, Alfred was golden, so bright that Arthur knew he’d never be able to make it to his level, so why even try?
Alfred was slightly more oblivious, not noticing how attractive Arthur really was until after Arthur returned from a spring break trip home to England in their sophomore year. Going home had allowed the normally uptight teen to loosen up a tiny bit, so much so that he gave Alfred a rare smile on their first day back in classes. Alfred was suddenly struck by how pretty Arthur looked when he smiled. And from that moment on, he could only see how stunningly green Arthur’s eyes were, how the light reflected off of his sandy blonde hair, and the cute shade of pink his cheeks turned when he was flustered. And things just exploded from there.
Nearly two years of interaction slapped him upside the face and demanded he see the signs. Light hearted teasing that was more like flirting, snide comments by fellow classmates, the way he caught Arthur looking at him when the Brit though he wasn’t paying attention, the way he found his eyes inexplicably gravitating toward Arthur, his insistence they remain friends despite the fact they fought constantly, the fact he texted Arthur more than all his other contacts combined, why he never seemed to find the right girl… The signs he should have noticed just kept on coming.
Two rather sleepless night and much soul searching later, Alfred F. Jones decided that he was in love with Arthur Kirkland and probably had been for awhile.
He just didn’t quite know what to do with it.
|Prologue <-- | --> Chapter 2 (coming soon)|