[Secret Santa Fanfic] Forget Me Not
Title: Forget me not
Recipient: insanityin3d
Pairing: America/England
Genre: Gauken AU
Rating: PG
Summary: Being left alone by someone is never fun, especially when it's Alfred.
Prompt: Gakuen AU; perhaps after school or right before class. It's up to you, whatever is the most scandalous.
If there was anything Arthur was sure of, it was that Alfred F Jones ("F stands for Fucking Awesome, yea!") was a righteous prat. A sexy, too good with his hands - and mouth - prat. He had many reason to justify why Alfred was a prat.
Alfred played American football - not proper football. He also hated rugby.
He downplayed just how smart he actually was - and Arthur loathed people who pretended to be dumb just to fit in.
He loved to interrupt Arthur while working in the student council office or while attempting to study.
He hung out with the Frog. And with Carriedo. And Gilbert. And with a whole slew of other miscreants.
He was all blue eyes, tan skin and would not get out of Arthur's mind - and he was bloody well late.
It was Wednesday night tonight, the night where Alfred came up to the office to harass Arthur into putting down the paperwork in favor of spending some time on the couch. Arthur despaired inwardly at the thought of how many times he ended up in a state of undress despite himself, with Alfred wrapped around him. Alfred always came up after practice. He always did, regardless of whatever else was going on since the very first week of school. Of course, they hadn't been shoved into a closet by the fucking Frog the first week of school, but things had changed since the first week of classes. Arthur glanced up at the clock and then told himself that surely, Alfred would make it up the stairs just to annoy him even if he was dying.
"Perhaps practice went late," Arthur decided out loud. Sure it was almost two hours passed when practice ended, and the Coach had never kept the team back so late before a big game, but still....It was better then thinking he'd been forgotten. It wasn't like he had any claim to the American - they weren't dating or anything of the sort. Alls they were was a mutual form of stress relief, but even then the thought of being abandoned by Alfred hurt a bit. His words echoed back at him in the empty office and he glared at the door. Alfred wouldn't forget, would he?
Finally as the clock struck eight o'clock in the hallway, Arthur was forced to admit something wrong. Maybe he'd gotten hurt? It might do well to run down to the locker rooms and take a quick glance around. He was only worried after all since Alfred was near 2 hours late for coming up and annoying Arthur into stopping his work for the night. And besides, if Alfred was really so hurt as to be unable to come up to the second story room, then it would have an impact on his duties as the representative for his year - and Arthur had no desire to go back to handling that duty by himself.
With that firmly in mind, Arthur quickly closed up the student council office. As he began to make his way to the gym, his footsteps echoed against the rows of lockers in the hall. The empty halls, normally so full of life and noise were silent but for him and his footsteps. It was a marvel at how different the school was at night. If he hadn't known better he'd might believe all those stories about the ghost haunting the hallways with how eerie everything looked. The dim light from outside only heightened the effect as it cast shadows were normally there were no shadows. Alfred would have been terrified out of his mind and clinging to him by now Arthur mused. One more reason to check and see what was going on.
As he neared the gym doors Arthur noticed flickering lights inside. His eyes narrowed. Vandalism hadn't been an issue since he'd become Student President a year ago- mostly because everyone who might indulge in that lived in mortal terror of Arthur and what he'd do to them.
Except whoever was in there apparently.
Well whoever it was in there was about to get a nasty little shock. Even Gilbert hadn't dared to go this far. As he paused outside the doors he could hear the sounds of someone muttering to themselves. Even better - the miscreant was still there.
"Aha-" he began to say as he pulled the doors open and then froze. "Huh?"
In front of him was a small, table with a few candles on it - the source of the flickering lights he'd seen. Whoever was in here had certainly planned well - two settings and several covered dishes were also on the table. Arthur gulped to himself. This wasn't the ski-masked, paint can wielding vandal he'd been expecting to bust. It looked more like someone's idea of a romantic dinner for two then anything else. A nice tablecloth covered table, real silverware and dishes...
"Hey." Arthur yelped in shock at Alfred's greeting, spinning around to face the tan American. Alfred was slouched in the bleachers, his face shadowed.
"Bloody hell, don't do that!" Arthur noticed Alfred was a bit subdued, almost....
Oh.
He glanced to one side feeling a bit uncomfortable and sorry for the younger man. He must have gotten stood up by whoever he'd planned this little meal for. Arthur hadn't meant to interrupt, but this was Wednesday and Wednesday was always his night with Alfred - wasn't it? "Am I, ah, interrupting anything?"
Alfred stared at him for a moment, face unreadable. Then he let out a sigh and stood up and began to walk over to the table. The other looked like someone had just ripped his heart out of his chest. Even that annoying fly-away hair was limp. "No...you're not interrupting anything at all."
"Oh. Okay then." Alfred looked tired? Arthur wasn't completely sure. "Practice went all right I assume," he asked fidgeting a bit in place. Alfred looked depressed, a state Arthur hadn't ever seen the sunny blond in before. Alfred was always cheerful and bright not this quiet, depressed shadow. Arthur twitched and promised himself he'd find whoever was responsible and make their life hell for this. Alfred may not have been his, but still. No one hurt Alfred and got away with it.
"Yeah."
If this had been anyone else, Arthur thought to himself, he would've had them packed up and sent in on their way in seconds, but this was Alfred who had maybe made him feel something more then he should for another student - and despite his own heart hurting, he made an effort to reach out. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No!" Alfred nearly yelped, whirling to face Arthur, "No, no stay."
They stared at each other for a brief moment as Arthur kept fidgeting and Alfred shifting back and forth on his feet. The sound of Arthur's shoes on the floor squeaked and Alfred's sigh echoed in the empty gym.
"So, um."
"You hungry?"
Alfred flashed a quick grin at him lightning fast and Arthur couldn't help but smile back. "You first," Arthur offered.
"Well, I was going to say," Alfred turned back to the table and started to fiddle with the dishes, "if you're hungry I can pack this up and we can go to Denny's and get something to eat."
Arthur blinked, "You don't want to wait?"
Alfred glanced back at him curiously. "For who?"
"For whoever," he gestured towards the set up helplessly. Alfred had truly put some thought into this. Candles, a home cooked meal by the smell of it, and it was enough to make his heart leap in his throat. It wasn't for him, he reminded himself. Some twit in Alfred's year surely was the intended recipient. She would pay, Arthur decided, and she would pay dearly.
"Oh." Alfred shook his head. "No, I'm good."
Arthur sighed to himself. He'd work on getting Alfred to talk to him. Even if they weren't going to have Wednesdays anymore, they were still friends. "Mind if I help?"
"Sure, grab that box there." Alfred said as he motioned to the cooler sitting near the doorway. "If you put the food away?"
Before long they had most of the food, dishes and other things put away when Alfred spoke up. His hands were wiping down the table with a cloth as he glanced at Arthur. "So did Francis talk to you today?"
Arthur looked at him surprised. How'd he known the Frog had been lurking outside his locker earlier that day? Francis had tried to - his version of talking being sliding a hand down Arthur's trousers - but Arthur had slammed his text book into the French student's face. "He tried to."
"Oh."
"Why?"
Alfred went quiet as he fiddled with the table. "No reason. Just..nevermind, ok?"
"Just? Just what," Arthur demanded. There was no way he'd let Alfred get away with that. They were friends after all weren't they?
"I was waiting for you," Alfred shouted at him suddenly. His eyes were so very blue and furious. "I thought maybe this might get through your skull that I sorta really like you!"
"You mean," Arthur stammered. Alfred had done this for him? "This was for me? " He could feel the blush on his face. Arthur knew he perhaps liked Alfred a bit more then he let on, but he had been pretty sure till now that Alfred hadn't returned any possible feelings.
Alfred groaned and smacked his head on the table. " Yes. It's always been you."
He glanced down at his shoes then back up at the other blond. "I didn't realize..I'm sorry?" Arthur offered.
"Francis was supposed to get you here after practice."
"Oh." Perhaps he owed the blasted Frog an apology and maybe the detention he'd given the other was a bit much in light of this new information.
"And I even called your brothers to find out what you liked to eat," Alfred kept going," And let me tell you, that was a lot of fun - not."
"They didn't do anything to you did they?" Arthur asked worriedly, though it suddenly made sense why Angus and David had been mocking him more then usual lately. The taunts made sense now too. Though how they knew how he felt was beyond him, when Arthur couldn't even put it into words.
Alfred shook his head. "Noo..Just maybe told me they'd end me if I hurt you?"
"Alfred.."
Alfred sighed at him, still looking determinedly in the other direction. "I know - you never get attached to anyone because you think you should be impartial and all that. And that I'm just this klutz that annoys you and pushes you around but you're graduating this year and I really thought I had to do this now before you left~"
"Alfred."
The blond ignored him, his words spilling out of his mouth faster and faster and getting louder and louder. "I really thought we had something special, you know? I mean you let me hold you and touch you and you don't even let your brothers touch you. And Mattie said I should do it, but Gilbert thought I was being foolish and just, I really like you. So you know I thought ~"
"Alfred!" Arthur yelled over the verbal avalanche of words. "Would you just listen to me you for once, you prat!"
Alfred's head whipped around to stare at him, his blue eyes very wide behind the wire rimmed glasses. "Dude. You yelled. You never yell."
"I know that, would you just listen?" Arthur snapped at him annoyed. "Sit down and shut up!"
"...kay.."
Arthur ran a hand through his hair and sighed. If Alfred had made this for him to be the romantic gesture it was, then surely, he could be honest as well. "Don't interrupt me because I will not repeat this, got that?"
"Ok." Alfred walked over and sat himself down on one of the bleachers, holding on to it with white-knuckled hands. Arthur spared a brief moment to burn it into his memory - Alfred looking at him with a strange mixture of hope, fear and anger. His blond hair looked messy as always, he wore his school uniform casually, tie undone and Arthur felt his heart skip a beat. This might not be as hard as he'd thought.
"I wish you'd just told me." Alfred sucked in a breath like he'd meant to say something but stopped himself. Arthur took a few steps closer, just enough so that he was standing right in front of Alfred. "I don't hate you; it's complicated. I missed you tonight. I don't know how to say this, so listen close."
Alfred nodded silently. Arthur took a deep breath and leaned over close to the American. Alfred's breathe slid out between barely parted lips and Arthur pressed his lips to the others and tried to impress all the emotions from tonight into the kiss. His fear at being left behind, fear he wasn't the one Alfred wanted, and what he felt right at that moment. His heart was beating so wildly he was sure he'd faint if this kept up. Arthur poured himself into the kiss and let Alfred hold his heart.
"That's what I feel," Arthur breathed against Alfred. "Got it?"
Alfred smiled against his mouth and then a pair of warm hands slid up his sides to bring him closer in. Arthur shivered at the touch, leaning into Alfred's warmth. "Yeah. I get it."
There was a lot less talking after that. Arthur didn't make home that night - but then, neither did Alfred. Instead, the next morning, when the school opened in the morning, it was a gleeful Francis who discovered the pair, curled up in the gym bleachers in a nest of clothes, all tangled together, a mix of tan and white skin. While his intentions may have been good - that of waking the sleeping pair up before one of the teachers came across them, his methodology left much to be desired. Armed with a purloined camera, he crept up and started to click away. The girls of the school, the darlings that they were, would love to get their hands on this.
Recipient: insanityin3d
Pairing: America/England
Genre: Gauken AU
Rating: PG
Summary: Being left alone by someone is never fun, especially when it's Alfred.
Prompt: Gakuen AU; perhaps after school or right before class. It's up to you, whatever is the most scandalous.
If there was anything Arthur was sure of, it was that Alfred F Jones ("F stands for Fucking Awesome, yea!") was a righteous prat. A sexy, too good with his hands - and mouth - prat. He had many reason to justify why Alfred was a prat.
Alfred played American football - not proper football. He also hated rugby.
He downplayed just how smart he actually was - and Arthur loathed people who pretended to be dumb just to fit in.
He loved to interrupt Arthur while working in the student council office or while attempting to study.
He hung out with the Frog. And with Carriedo. And Gilbert. And with a whole slew of other miscreants.
He was all blue eyes, tan skin and would not get out of Arthur's mind - and he was bloody well late.
It was Wednesday night tonight, the night where Alfred came up to the office to harass Arthur into putting down the paperwork in favor of spending some time on the couch. Arthur despaired inwardly at the thought of how many times he ended up in a state of undress despite himself, with Alfred wrapped around him. Alfred always came up after practice. He always did, regardless of whatever else was going on since the very first week of school. Of course, they hadn't been shoved into a closet by the fucking Frog the first week of school, but things had changed since the first week of classes. Arthur glanced up at the clock and then told himself that surely, Alfred would make it up the stairs just to annoy him even if he was dying.
"Perhaps practice went late," Arthur decided out loud. Sure it was almost two hours passed when practice ended, and the Coach had never kept the team back so late before a big game, but still....It was better then thinking he'd been forgotten. It wasn't like he had any claim to the American - they weren't dating or anything of the sort. Alls they were was a mutual form of stress relief, but even then the thought of being abandoned by Alfred hurt a bit. His words echoed back at him in the empty office and he glared at the door. Alfred wouldn't forget, would he?
Finally as the clock struck eight o'clock in the hallway, Arthur was forced to admit something wrong. Maybe he'd gotten hurt? It might do well to run down to the locker rooms and take a quick glance around. He was only worried after all since Alfred was near 2 hours late for coming up and annoying Arthur into stopping his work for the night. And besides, if Alfred was really so hurt as to be unable to come up to the second story room, then it would have an impact on his duties as the representative for his year - and Arthur had no desire to go back to handling that duty by himself.
With that firmly in mind, Arthur quickly closed up the student council office. As he began to make his way to the gym, his footsteps echoed against the rows of lockers in the hall. The empty halls, normally so full of life and noise were silent but for him and his footsteps. It was a marvel at how different the school was at night. If he hadn't known better he'd might believe all those stories about the ghost haunting the hallways with how eerie everything looked. The dim light from outside only heightened the effect as it cast shadows were normally there were no shadows. Alfred would have been terrified out of his mind and clinging to him by now Arthur mused. One more reason to check and see what was going on.
As he neared the gym doors Arthur noticed flickering lights inside. His eyes narrowed. Vandalism hadn't been an issue since he'd become Student President a year ago- mostly because everyone who might indulge in that lived in mortal terror of Arthur and what he'd do to them.
Except whoever was in there apparently.
Well whoever it was in there was about to get a nasty little shock. Even Gilbert hadn't dared to go this far. As he paused outside the doors he could hear the sounds of someone muttering to themselves. Even better - the miscreant was still there.
"Aha-" he began to say as he pulled the doors open and then froze. "Huh?"
In front of him was a small, table with a few candles on it - the source of the flickering lights he'd seen. Whoever was in here had certainly planned well - two settings and several covered dishes were also on the table. Arthur gulped to himself. This wasn't the ski-masked, paint can wielding vandal he'd been expecting to bust. It looked more like someone's idea of a romantic dinner for two then anything else. A nice tablecloth covered table, real silverware and dishes...
"Hey." Arthur yelped in shock at Alfred's greeting, spinning around to face the tan American. Alfred was slouched in the bleachers, his face shadowed.
"Bloody hell, don't do that!" Arthur noticed Alfred was a bit subdued, almost....
Oh.
He glanced to one side feeling a bit uncomfortable and sorry for the younger man. He must have gotten stood up by whoever he'd planned this little meal for. Arthur hadn't meant to interrupt, but this was Wednesday and Wednesday was always his night with Alfred - wasn't it? "Am I, ah, interrupting anything?"
Alfred stared at him for a moment, face unreadable. Then he let out a sigh and stood up and began to walk over to the table. The other looked like someone had just ripped his heart out of his chest. Even that annoying fly-away hair was limp. "No...you're not interrupting anything at all."
"Oh. Okay then." Alfred looked tired? Arthur wasn't completely sure. "Practice went all right I assume," he asked fidgeting a bit in place. Alfred looked depressed, a state Arthur hadn't ever seen the sunny blond in before. Alfred was always cheerful and bright not this quiet, depressed shadow. Arthur twitched and promised himself he'd find whoever was responsible and make their life hell for this. Alfred may not have been his, but still. No one hurt Alfred and got away with it.
"Yeah."
If this had been anyone else, Arthur thought to himself, he would've had them packed up and sent in on their way in seconds, but this was Alfred who had maybe made him feel something more then he should for another student - and despite his own heart hurting, he made an effort to reach out. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No!" Alfred nearly yelped, whirling to face Arthur, "No, no stay."
They stared at each other for a brief moment as Arthur kept fidgeting and Alfred shifting back and forth on his feet. The sound of Arthur's shoes on the floor squeaked and Alfred's sigh echoed in the empty gym.
"So, um."
"You hungry?"
Alfred flashed a quick grin at him lightning fast and Arthur couldn't help but smile back. "You first," Arthur offered.
"Well, I was going to say," Alfred turned back to the table and started to fiddle with the dishes, "if you're hungry I can pack this up and we can go to Denny's and get something to eat."
Arthur blinked, "You don't want to wait?"
Alfred glanced back at him curiously. "For who?"
"For whoever," he gestured towards the set up helplessly. Alfred had truly put some thought into this. Candles, a home cooked meal by the smell of it, and it was enough to make his heart leap in his throat. It wasn't for him, he reminded himself. Some twit in Alfred's year surely was the intended recipient. She would pay, Arthur decided, and she would pay dearly.
"Oh." Alfred shook his head. "No, I'm good."
Arthur sighed to himself. He'd work on getting Alfred to talk to him. Even if they weren't going to have Wednesdays anymore, they were still friends. "Mind if I help?"
"Sure, grab that box there." Alfred said as he motioned to the cooler sitting near the doorway. "If you put the food away?"
Before long they had most of the food, dishes and other things put away when Alfred spoke up. His hands were wiping down the table with a cloth as he glanced at Arthur. "So did Francis talk to you today?"
Arthur looked at him surprised. How'd he known the Frog had been lurking outside his locker earlier that day? Francis had tried to - his version of talking being sliding a hand down Arthur's trousers - but Arthur had slammed his text book into the French student's face. "He tried to."
"Oh."
"Why?"
Alfred went quiet as he fiddled with the table. "No reason. Just..nevermind, ok?"
"Just? Just what," Arthur demanded. There was no way he'd let Alfred get away with that. They were friends after all weren't they?
"I was waiting for you," Alfred shouted at him suddenly. His eyes were so very blue and furious. "I thought maybe this might get through your skull that I sorta really like you!"
"You mean," Arthur stammered. Alfred had done this for him? "This was for me? " He could feel the blush on his face. Arthur knew he perhaps liked Alfred a bit more then he let on, but he had been pretty sure till now that Alfred hadn't returned any possible feelings.
Alfred groaned and smacked his head on the table. " Yes. It's always been you."
He glanced down at his shoes then back up at the other blond. "I didn't realize..I'm sorry?" Arthur offered.
"Francis was supposed to get you here after practice."
"Oh." Perhaps he owed the blasted Frog an apology and maybe the detention he'd given the other was a bit much in light of this new information.
"And I even called your brothers to find out what you liked to eat," Alfred kept going," And let me tell you, that was a lot of fun - not."
"They didn't do anything to you did they?" Arthur asked worriedly, though it suddenly made sense why Angus and David had been mocking him more then usual lately. The taunts made sense now too. Though how they knew how he felt was beyond him, when Arthur couldn't even put it into words.
Alfred shook his head. "Noo..Just maybe told me they'd end me if I hurt you?"
"Alfred.."
Alfred sighed at him, still looking determinedly in the other direction. "I know - you never get attached to anyone because you think you should be impartial and all that. And that I'm just this klutz that annoys you and pushes you around but you're graduating this year and I really thought I had to do this now before you left~"
"Alfred."
The blond ignored him, his words spilling out of his mouth faster and faster and getting louder and louder. "I really thought we had something special, you know? I mean you let me hold you and touch you and you don't even let your brothers touch you. And Mattie said I should do it, but Gilbert thought I was being foolish and just, I really like you. So you know I thought ~"
"Alfred!" Arthur yelled over the verbal avalanche of words. "Would you just listen to me you for once, you prat!"
Alfred's head whipped around to stare at him, his blue eyes very wide behind the wire rimmed glasses. "Dude. You yelled. You never yell."
"I know that, would you just listen?" Arthur snapped at him annoyed. "Sit down and shut up!"
"...kay.."
Arthur ran a hand through his hair and sighed. If Alfred had made this for him to be the romantic gesture it was, then surely, he could be honest as well. "Don't interrupt me because I will not repeat this, got that?"
"Ok." Alfred walked over and sat himself down on one of the bleachers, holding on to it with white-knuckled hands. Arthur spared a brief moment to burn it into his memory - Alfred looking at him with a strange mixture of hope, fear and anger. His blond hair looked messy as always, he wore his school uniform casually, tie undone and Arthur felt his heart skip a beat. This might not be as hard as he'd thought.
"I wish you'd just told me." Alfred sucked in a breath like he'd meant to say something but stopped himself. Arthur took a few steps closer, just enough so that he was standing right in front of Alfred. "I don't hate you; it's complicated. I missed you tonight. I don't know how to say this, so listen close."
Alfred nodded silently. Arthur took a deep breath and leaned over close to the American. Alfred's breathe slid out between barely parted lips and Arthur pressed his lips to the others and tried to impress all the emotions from tonight into the kiss. His fear at being left behind, fear he wasn't the one Alfred wanted, and what he felt right at that moment. His heart was beating so wildly he was sure he'd faint if this kept up. Arthur poured himself into the kiss and let Alfred hold his heart.
"That's what I feel," Arthur breathed against Alfred. "Got it?"
Alfred smiled against his mouth and then a pair of warm hands slid up his sides to bring him closer in. Arthur shivered at the touch, leaning into Alfred's warmth. "Yeah. I get it."
There was a lot less talking after that. Arthur didn't make home that night - but then, neither did Alfred. Instead, the next morning, when the school opened in the morning, it was a gleeful Francis who discovered the pair, curled up in the gym bleachers in a nest of clothes, all tangled together, a mix of tan and white skin. While his intentions may have been good - that of waking the sleeping pair up before one of the teachers came across them, his methodology left much to be desired. Armed with a purloined camera, he crept up and started to click away. The girls of the school, the darlings that they were, would love to get their hands on this.