[fic] "Read It Out Loud"
Title: Read It Out Loud
Author/Artist: xellia
Character(s)/Pairing(s): France/Canada
Rating: PG-13 for kissing I guess?
Warnings: Human names
Prompt: Gakuen AU! Matt has a major test coming up in (subject of your choice!) and is trying so hard to study. Unfortunately, Francis continuously distracts him on accident (or on purpose if the author/artist so desires <3)
Summary: Francis insists on helping Matt to focus on his studying. The result is, as always, completely opposite.
Matthew Williams knew he was doomed.
It wasn't that he wasn't used to last-minute studying for tests; living with Alfred made it almost continuous, what with all of his planned study days turning into video game days. Now wasn't any different; with a constantly whining twin and phone full of missed calls from a certain French boyfriend, he wasn't exactly motivated to study. Scanning the textbook with his eyes one last time, he sighed and picked up the phone.
Great, two more calls and a text since last time he checked.
Is everything alright, Matthieu?
He stared at the screen for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. There was nothing wrong, he was just studying, besides he was sure he'd told Francis about it last week -- oh right, if Francis listened to that at all. With a sigh he dialed the number, waiting for a reply. A worried Francis - especially worried with no real reason - was nice in some ways, including lots of food dates and even more physical contact to 'cheer up his petit chaton', as the older boy called it; but now he knew it was just going to be a distraction. And while he loved Francis' distractions (even the ones that consisted of cheering him up via hands in questionable places, sometimes he wondered who was getting more 'cheering up' from this, he or Francis himself?), today was just not the good time for it. As was the rest of the week until both the History and French tests were past him.
Finally, Francis picked up the phone.
"Allo?"
"I--it's me, Matt. I just... wanted to tell you there's nothing wrong, I'm just studying. There's no need to be worried," he replied, hoping that what he said would calm Francis down. With as much studying as he had, he really didn't want to deal with an overprotective boyfriend.
"But you were studying last week as well," the voice whined. Didn't Francis understand what the word 'final exams' meant? Matthew sighed, willing his voice to stay calm.
"I did, and I am studying now, because I have exams to pass. Please, Francis, just--"
"Oh non, cheri, you must not overwork yourself. At least let me help, I'll be over in half an hour. Je t'aime" --and before Matt could protest, Francis hung up already.
With Francis over, he knew that any more attempts to study were more than pointless.
---
An hour and half later, Matthew was sure that letting Francis invite himself over was a very, very bad idea. The flowers were absolutely okay - Francis had brought him a bouquet of roses, happily claiming that they would cheer him up on such a fine, sunny day - as were the chocolates meant to "make his brain work faster", but anything his brain was focused on right now was very remotely connected with his study topics.
Only in that Francis was currently reading the history textbook to him. In the most seductive voice he could manage, despite claiming it is his natural one.
Matthew dared to disagree.
And now, that voice - reading to him about the nuances of the Russian Revolution, not that he cared - was making it very, very hard to concentrate and not think of possible ways to steal the book and just let Francis jump him. Maybe then he'll finally go home.
"Matthieu, are you listening to me?" Francis peered up from the book, his gaze bordering between worried and amused. Matt was sure he planned it all along.
"What? O-oh. Um, yeah." To you, yes, but not to what you were saying, his mind helpfully added. He took off his glasses for a moment to wipe them on the hem of his tshirt; when he tried to put them back on, he noticed that Francis was way, way closer than he used to be just a moment ago.
"Tell me then," the older boy smiled, "What was the name of the current tsar when the Revolution began?" From Matthew's perspective, Francis was having way too much fun with this.
"A-Alexander...or something?" he guessed tentatively, looking up at his boyfriend from the rims of his glasses. Francis just shook his head, strands of blonde hair brushing Matt's face. He leaned even closer, putting the book aside, his fingers reaching up to tuck a few stray strands of Matt's own hair behind his ear.
"Nicholas, Matthieu. Nicholas. Are you so bored that you didn't even want to listen or... is your mind occuped by something else?" he murmured, kissing the top of the boy's ear. Matt could swear he didn't remember himself blushing as hard as he did now.
"I--um. You're making it hard to concentrate when you're doing this, you know." he muttered, backing away from Francis for at least one more moment before the other's actions make his resolve crumble completely. "And I do have to study."
"You wound me, petit. Here I am, helping you study, and you still accuse me of dirty thoughts," the other blonde whined, but the look in his eyes was anything but innocent.
"Sorry, I'll pay more attention from now on," Matt ducked his head. Even if he knew he was absolutely right, he still couldn't bring himself to argue with Francis over something silly like this.
But then, he felt a pair of arms pulling him closer and closer, until Francis was seated right behind him, both of his arms wound around Matt and holding the textbook in front of them both.
"Here, that'll be more comfortable, and you can read too," he reasoned, smiling at the boy. When he started reading again - his voice barely over a whisper this time, lips brushing against Matt's ear or hair now and then - the book was the last thing Matt was focused on.
With a frustrated sigh, he pulled the textbook out from Francis' hands. "I can't focus anyway," he admitted, looking at his boyfriend, defeated. "I'll do it tomorrow; just please, let me study in peace for the rest of the week."
Judging from Francis' amused grin as he saw his boyfriend finally giving in, that was his plan all along.
"As you wish, chaton," he murmured, pulling Matt into a kiss, one hand winding around his waist, the other clearing up any notes that might have been still on the bed.
Giving up into the kiss, Matt could only hope that Francis would keep onto this promise.
And hope he did, until two days later on his doorstep he saw a familiar pair of blue eyes peeking up from above a box of chocolates.
"No, Francis," he sighed. "Not again."
Author/Artist: xellia
Character(s)/Pairing(s): France/Canada
Rating: PG-13 for kissing I guess?
Warnings: Human names
Prompt: Gakuen AU! Matt has a major test coming up in (subject of your choice!) and is trying so hard to study. Unfortunately, Francis continuously distracts him on accident (or on purpose if the author/artist so desires <3)
Summary: Francis insists on helping Matt to focus on his studying. The result is, as always, completely opposite.
Matthew Williams knew he was doomed.
It wasn't that he wasn't used to last-minute studying for tests; living with Alfred made it almost continuous, what with all of his planned study days turning into video game days. Now wasn't any different; with a constantly whining twin and phone full of missed calls from a certain French boyfriend, he wasn't exactly motivated to study. Scanning the textbook with his eyes one last time, he sighed and picked up the phone.
Great, two more calls and a text since last time he checked.
Is everything alright, Matthieu?
He stared at the screen for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. There was nothing wrong, he was just studying, besides he was sure he'd told Francis about it last week -- oh right, if Francis listened to that at all. With a sigh he dialed the number, waiting for a reply. A worried Francis - especially worried with no real reason - was nice in some ways, including lots of food dates and even more physical contact to 'cheer up his petit chaton', as the older boy called it; but now he knew it was just going to be a distraction. And while he loved Francis' distractions (even the ones that consisted of cheering him up via hands in questionable places, sometimes he wondered who was getting more 'cheering up' from this, he or Francis himself?), today was just not the good time for it. As was the rest of the week until both the History and French tests were past him.
Finally, Francis picked up the phone.
"Allo?"
"I--it's me, Matt. I just... wanted to tell you there's nothing wrong, I'm just studying. There's no need to be worried," he replied, hoping that what he said would calm Francis down. With as much studying as he had, he really didn't want to deal with an overprotective boyfriend.
"But you were studying last week as well," the voice whined. Didn't Francis understand what the word 'final exams' meant? Matthew sighed, willing his voice to stay calm.
"I did, and I am studying now, because I have exams to pass. Please, Francis, just--"
"Oh non, cheri, you must not overwork yourself. At least let me help, I'll be over in half an hour. Je t'aime" --and before Matt could protest, Francis hung up already.
With Francis over, he knew that any more attempts to study were more than pointless.
---
An hour and half later, Matthew was sure that letting Francis invite himself over was a very, very bad idea. The flowers were absolutely okay - Francis had brought him a bouquet of roses, happily claiming that they would cheer him up on such a fine, sunny day - as were the chocolates meant to "make his brain work faster", but anything his brain was focused on right now was very remotely connected with his study topics.
Only in that Francis was currently reading the history textbook to him. In the most seductive voice he could manage, despite claiming it is his natural one.
Matthew dared to disagree.
And now, that voice - reading to him about the nuances of the Russian Revolution, not that he cared - was making it very, very hard to concentrate and not think of possible ways to steal the book and just let Francis jump him. Maybe then he'll finally go home.
"Matthieu, are you listening to me?" Francis peered up from the book, his gaze bordering between worried and amused. Matt was sure he planned it all along.
"What? O-oh. Um, yeah." To you, yes, but not to what you were saying, his mind helpfully added. He took off his glasses for a moment to wipe them on the hem of his tshirt; when he tried to put them back on, he noticed that Francis was way, way closer than he used to be just a moment ago.
"Tell me then," the older boy smiled, "What was the name of the current tsar when the Revolution began?" From Matthew's perspective, Francis was having way too much fun with this.
"A-Alexander...or something?" he guessed tentatively, looking up at his boyfriend from the rims of his glasses. Francis just shook his head, strands of blonde hair brushing Matt's face. He leaned even closer, putting the book aside, his fingers reaching up to tuck a few stray strands of Matt's own hair behind his ear.
"Nicholas, Matthieu. Nicholas. Are you so bored that you didn't even want to listen or... is your mind occuped by something else?" he murmured, kissing the top of the boy's ear. Matt could swear he didn't remember himself blushing as hard as he did now.
"I--um. You're making it hard to concentrate when you're doing this, you know." he muttered, backing away from Francis for at least one more moment before the other's actions make his resolve crumble completely. "And I do have to study."
"You wound me, petit. Here I am, helping you study, and you still accuse me of dirty thoughts," the other blonde whined, but the look in his eyes was anything but innocent.
"Sorry, I'll pay more attention from now on," Matt ducked his head. Even if he knew he was absolutely right, he still couldn't bring himself to argue with Francis over something silly like this.
But then, he felt a pair of arms pulling him closer and closer, until Francis was seated right behind him, both of his arms wound around Matt and holding the textbook in front of them both.
"Here, that'll be more comfortable, and you can read too," he reasoned, smiling at the boy. When he started reading again - his voice barely over a whisper this time, lips brushing against Matt's ear or hair now and then - the book was the last thing Matt was focused on.
With a frustrated sigh, he pulled the textbook out from Francis' hands. "I can't focus anyway," he admitted, looking at his boyfriend, defeated. "I'll do it tomorrow; just please, let me study in peace for the rest of the week."
Judging from Francis' amused grin as he saw his boyfriend finally giving in, that was his plan all along.
"As you wish, chaton," he murmured, pulling Matt into a kiss, one hand winding around his waist, the other clearing up any notes that might have been still on the bed.
Giving up into the kiss, Matt could only hope that Francis would keep onto this promise.
And hope he did, until two days later on his doorstep he saw a familiar pair of blue eyes peeking up from above a box of chocolates.
"No, Francis," he sighed. "Not again."