General Relativity - Canada/Teacher!America AU
anonymous
April 28 2010, 03:52:52 UTC
General Relativity
Based on this request: This anon is dying to see Alfred as Mr. Jones, the bizarre new teacher at World Academy who's maybe a little too enthusiastic with his space and physics lessons, but somehow still manages to make people learn. Even more, she is dying to see Student A's blossoming crush and ensuing pursuit of a relationship with the oblivious teacher (preferably successful, and with some kinky student-topping-teacher sexytiems in the classroom).
General Relativity (17/?)
anonymous
April 28 2010, 05:15:34 UTC
XVII. Considerations on the Universe as a Whole
Next week, Mr. Jones bought him a stuffed whale.
“You do not know,” he told Matthew, face ashen and lip trembling in a way that made Matthew want to touch it, “how really, really, really sorry I am
( ... )
General Relativity (18/?)
anonymous
April 28 2010, 05:37:16 UTC
XVIII. The Solution of the Problem of Gravitation on the Basis of the General Principle of Relativity
Two months passed like this: a lesson in astronomy every Tuesday and sometimes on Friday, the two desks nudged edge-to-edge in an empty classroom, and a stuffed whale that traversed from Matthew’s bookshelf to the top of his television set, and then to Kiku’s bathroom sink, and then to a perch on their shared computer desk. “He is a very happy little whale,” Kiku commented more than once, a subtle smile curving his mouth
( ... )
General Relativity (19/?)
anonymous
April 28 2010, 05:57:46 UTC
XIX. The Possibility of a “Finite” and Yet “Unbounded” Universe
“I really like old stuff.”
Matthew couldn’t help his smile. “I noticed,” he said, swirling his spoon around in the vanilla pudding cup that Mr. Jones insisted he should have. He was a slower eater than Mr. Jones; the matching pudding cup to his own was already empty and perched on the edge of the desk. “Your coat,” he added, nodding toward the bomber jacket draped over the chair.
Mr. Jones grinned, adjusting his glasses. “Yeah, the coat. But also, y’know, Frank Sinatra, old fighter jet models, Donkey Kong, velcro…”
“Superman.”
“Superman isn’t old. He’s timeless.”
Raising an eyebrow, Matthew stuck the spoon in his mouth. He sucked the pudding off of it and thought about how he liked older things, too. Just not in the same way. (And if Mr. Jones ever heard him say he was old, he might cry. He was that kind of guy, after all
( ... )
Re: General Relativity (19/?)
anonymous
April 28 2010, 12:14:41 UTC
*sneaky sneaks in* >.> <.< >.> *sticks sign on the wall that reads: wdjk;ghsjhsjhfushfrwhhsfw OMG WHAT IS THIS AWESOME THING? WHY DID I NOT SEE IT BEFORE THANK YOU.*
Re: General Relativity (19/?)
anonymous
April 28 2010, 15:42:06 UTC
OA21=T09WJLTJED I MANGED TO MISS PARTS 11 AND 12 AND WAS CONVINCED THIS FILL WAS DEAD. *so happy she was wrong*
The whale. Ffft, the whale. I think that's my new favorite thing ever, next to passed-out-drunk!Alfred. *dances*
Matt hiding when he was a kid is adorable. *wants to hug him* And where the HELL does he put all those pancakes!? I'm built like he is, and I can barely eat three individual pancakes, let alone FOUR STACKS. O-O;;
God, this fill makes my brain melt in, like, ten ways. Simultaniously.
Re: General Relativity (19/?)
anonymous
April 28 2010, 16:03:22 UTC
This story. Is excellent.
The flow from one scene to the next, the gradual build-up of tension between them, the way Alfred seems oblivious to the fact that there is any tension between them.
I have all the parts favourited and I've been checking back (almost) daily. I'm so glad you're writing this! Also: have fun in Japan!
WUT EPIC FAIL
anonymous
April 28 2010, 22:18:19 UTC
... *facepalm*
No, that was a total slip up. And I blame Dr. Bonnefoy, 'cause ever since he came in, I've been writing "Dr. Jones" instead on accident. And when I say it, I say it in that porn-esque voice, all deep and, "Mm-hmmm, Dr. Jones. The doctor of love."
... But Alfred hopes to one day be a Dr. Jones. LIKE INDY. ♥
Based on this request: This anon is dying to see Alfred as Mr. Jones, the bizarre new teacher at World Academy who's maybe a little too enthusiastic with his space and physics lessons, but somehow still manages to make people learn. Even more, she is dying to see Student A's blossoming crush and ensuing pursuit of a relationship with the oblivious teacher (preferably successful, and with some kinky student-topping-teacher sexytiems in the classroom).
Parts I-X: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=27943950#t27943950
Parts XI-XVI: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11813.html?thread=36015653#t36015653
This is not a placeholder. No, this is me taking, like, two hours to post the new parts because I'm busy packing for Japan in between editing ( ... )
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Next week, Mr. Jones bought him a stuffed whale.
“You do not know,” he told Matthew, face ashen and lip trembling in a way that made Matthew want to touch it, “how really, really, really sorry I am ( ... )
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Two months passed like this: a lesson in astronomy every Tuesday and sometimes on Friday, the two desks nudged edge-to-edge in an empty classroom, and a stuffed whale that traversed from Matthew’s bookshelf to the top of his television set, and then to Kiku’s bathroom sink, and then to a perch on their shared computer desk. “He is a very happy little whale,” Kiku commented more than once, a subtle smile curving his mouth ( ... )
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“I really like old stuff.”
Matthew couldn’t help his smile. “I noticed,” he said, swirling his spoon around in the vanilla pudding cup that Mr. Jones insisted he should have. He was a slower eater than Mr. Jones; the matching pudding cup to his own was already empty and perched on the edge of the desk. “Your coat,” he added, nodding toward the bomber jacket draped over the chair.
Mr. Jones grinned, adjusting his glasses. “Yeah, the coat. But also, y’know, Frank Sinatra, old fighter jet models, Donkey Kong, velcro…”
“Superman.”
“Superman isn’t old. He’s timeless.”
Raising an eyebrow, Matthew stuck the spoon in his mouth. He sucked the pudding off of it and thought about how he liked older things, too. Just not in the same way. (And if Mr. Jones ever heard him say he was old, he might cry. He was that kind of guy, after all ( ... )
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I live in Japan and am going to Korea at the end of the week!:D small world.
Have fun on your trip! Eat lots of mochi!
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And trust me when I say this is always worth the wait. Always.
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very good line.
also, i wish i had a happy whale.
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>.> <.< >.>
*sticks sign on the wall that reads:
wdjk;ghsjhsjhfushfrwhhsfw OMG WHAT IS THIS AWESOME THING? WHY DID I NOT SEE IT BEFORE THANK YOU.*
*sneaks out*
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I don't even like math, but I think I might take physics.
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Why didn't Dr. Bonnefoy stop me...oh Alfred. Have fun in Japan though author!anon.
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The whale. Ffft, the whale. I think that's my new favorite thing ever, next to passed-out-drunk!Alfred. *dances*
Matt hiding when he was a kid is adorable. *wants to hug him* And where the HELL does he put all those pancakes!? I'm built like he is, and I can barely eat three individual pancakes, let alone FOUR STACKS. O-O;;
God, this fill makes my brain melt in, like, ten ways. Simultaniously.
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The flow from one scene to the next, the gradual build-up of tension between them, the way Alfred seems oblivious to the fact that there is any tension between them.
I have all the parts favourited and I've been checking back (almost) daily. I'm so glad you're writing this! Also: have fun in Japan!
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Thank you again, and I sure will! :D
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Forget the whale, I am going to implode. Although I suppose you could call me a very happy little whale too, in the figurative sense...
“No,” said Dr. Jones
Does Alfred have his doctorate and I forgot, or was that a slip up?
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No, that was a total slip up. And I blame Dr. Bonnefoy, 'cause ever since he came in, I've been writing "Dr. Jones" instead on accident. And when I say it, I say it in that porn-esque voice, all deep and, "Mm-hmmm, Dr. Jones. The doctor of love."
... But Alfred hopes to one day be a Dr. Jones. LIKE INDY. ♥
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