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Teacher!Alfred x Student!Matthew

Rated: T

They were only on the college grounds for a total of six minutes before something already went wrong.

"Do you know what this Roderich Edelstein looks like?" Alfred asked curiously, glancing around with interest as Matthew stuck as close to him as possible. He was nervous being on the college grounds (because when he wasn't invisible to other people, he was mostly a target for bullies who wanted their 'fun').

"Kinda," Matthew muttered, vaguely recalling Gilbert mentioning what the 'pansy' looked like, "I think he had brown hair and purple eyes... and he wears glasses." Matthew swallowed, resisting the urge to grab onto Alfred's sleeve because he felt eyes staring at them.

"Matteo – is that you?" A slight Spanish accent called out, causing Alfred to glare and Matthew to stiffen at the very familiar voice, "It is you, isn't it?"

"Can we help you?" Alfred's tone went from bright and happy to slightly irritated and almost frosty. He eyed the large Cuban warily, not sure why he was currently looking at Matthew with a suave expression, "And I think you've got the wrong person. This is Matthew, not Matteo." Alfred corrected, leaning closer in to Matthew.

"Oh, umm, Carlos–!" "Who are the hell are you?" Matthew was immediately cut off by Carlos and then promptly forgotten by both as they glared at each other.

It was definitely hate at first sight.

"Alfred F. Jones!" Alfred grinned smugly, blue eyes looking rather challenging towards Carlos, "I just so happen to be Matthew's teacher!"

Matthew struggled, turning a deep red when Carlos looked at them with a raised brow, "Really?" The college student smirked even more smugly than Alfred, "Then is it really appropriate to be hugging him to your side like that?" Carlos pointed out, seeing that Alfred had his arm thrown around Matthew's shoulder almost protectively – and the Canadian, being as shy as he was, wasn't really doing too much about it.

Alfred frowned, reluctantly stepping away from his student and wondered about their relationship, "What are you to Matthew?" He asked, lowering his tone dangerously.

"This is Carlos – he's a friend of mine!" Matthew finally intervened, smiling nervously, while blushing deeply as he remembered Marianne's attempts at matchmaking, over to Carlos – who suddenly looked more nice-like and easygoing.

"You haven't called," Carlos complained, eyes staring accusingly at Matthew, who merely looked away uncomfortably, "Yeah, I know it probably was embarrassing for you to be tied down to my bed by your mom, stark naked and slathered with ice cream–"

"What?" Alfred twitched, and now his eyes were staring at Matthew, who looked like he wanted to crawl under a rock right now, and his expression was accusing, "You're dating this dude? I thought you liked me–Katyusha!" He barely managed to correct his mistake in time.

"Still pining after that chica?" Carlos snickered, leering at Matthew suggestively, "Isn't she Braginski's sister?" He reminded Matthew of Katyusha's recent attempt to ask him out and instantly fell into his mode of depression.

"Yeah, Matthew is into Katyusha, not you," Alfred rudely cut in, earning another glare from the Cuban, "Anyways, Matthew – we should go and find Beilschmidt before he hurts himself or something." He muttered the very last part.

"If you're his teacher, then why the hell are you with Matteo?" Carlos asked with that same smug grin, "Hot for student?"

Matthew sighed, looking around for any sign of Gilbert as the two verbally fought it out. He had no time for this, and even though he was sorta happy to see Carlos after so long, Gilbert's safety came first on his list, 'I'll just go myself.' The blond resolved, thinking that if a person did come up to him to tease him or whatever, he'll just use a body check move like he did in hockey.

He wandered off, ignoring Alfred and Carlos (as they were still ripping into each other; only a lot louder now), "Roderich studies music." Matthew muttered to himself, eyes keenly looking for any sign of his albino friend and the Austrian student.

He would have searched longer if not for the hand that firmly landed on his shoulder and forcibly turned him around, "Look, Mr. Jones, I have to find–!" Matthew began with some irritation, only to stop in mid sentence with a squeak as he spotted something he certainly didn't expect.

Vivid and blazing green eyes and massive eyebrows.

"M-Mr. Kirkland!" Matthew stuttered at once, a bit intimidated by the British English teacher, whose firm grip did not let up, "What are you doing here?" He gasped, wondering if Alfred knew.

"I heard from Køhler that you and that twit went to the college," Arthur did not look amused at all, "That is against school rules to leave the grounds. You will get detention for this, Mr. ...?" Arthur blinked, thinking hard as to what this boy's name even was. Nothing really came to mind until the blond mumbled his name, "Right, Mr. Williams! Where is that git?" He asked calmly, obviously referring to Alfred.

"But... I need to find Gilbert!" Matthew widened his eyes as Arthur began to tug on him forcibly, dragging him backwards, and despite Arthur's short stature, he was a lot stronger than he actually looked.

Arthur didn't seem to hear him as he glared at the loudly-shouting males just before him and watched angrily as they seemed ready to fight it out physically by this time, "Alfred!" Arthur barked out, grip tightening on Matthew to the point of pain, "What the bloody fuck do you think you are doing?"

"Oh, Iggy," Alfred blinked, using his nickname and looking a bit surprised that his cousin had shown up out of nowhere and even more surprised to see him holding Matthew. Just when had Matthew even wandered off? "What are you doing here?" He suddenly ignored Carlos, who looked strangely at the bristling British guy.

"Bugger off," Arthur snapped to the Cuban, who looked offended, but offered Matthew a farewell for now and slouched off, "What the fuck were you thinking?" He cursed loudly, ignoring everyone who looked at them, "Taking a student off school grounds and even putting him in potential danger?"

"Wait, I was just trying to help Matthew look for Beilschmidt!" Alfred huffed, not cowering away at Arthur's formidable tone. He opened his mouth to say more, but was quickly cut off by Arthur.

"That is not what I really came here for." Arthur's tone lowered dangerously and Matthew wished he could move away because Kirkland was a bit frightening at that moment.

Both Alfred's and Matthew's mouths dropped at his next words.

"I also heard from Køhler that have an inappropriate relationship with Mr. Williams here. Is that true?"

Dun Dun Dun...