MAPLE TEA~ HELL YEAH!

I was in the middle of physics class with my friend. We made some Hetalia jokes, and she started to kick my chair, whispering "Notice me" (our Canada joke) and so I did, by drawing a penis on her notes. She turned into a flower, and I was struck by inspiration. Sorry for any spelling errors or bad grammar. This might be a oneshot, or I might continue this~ I don't know...

It was a regular lesson. Mathematics, to be exact. Matthew was average, he was neither good or bad with the numbers. He went quite unnoticed there, occasionally the teacher might ask him something. He was very invisible actually in every class, unlike his twin brother. Alfred was well known by everyone, the teachers and the students. Matthew was known as "his brother", and that suited him well. He didn't want to make a number out of his school years. He tried to dress as plain as possible, wearing simply hoodies and jeans that didn't gather attention. However, the person who was sitting in front of him during the maths made it very difficult one day.

Arthur Kirkland, a punk from the UK, was a brilliant mind but he was lacking motivation. He was a second year student, but had flunked maths and was now repeating the classes. He tended to make a scene during lessons, much to the teachers' dismay. Arthur usually left Matthew alone, but this day was different. He had turned around in his seat to face Matthew. He was wearing a black shirt and a union jack T-shirt on it (which was rather mainstream for a punk, but he was british afterall. Patriomism, eh?) and ripped green jeans with a striking pair of neon-pink converses (not the real deal).The mischievous green eyes stared him, distracting him from his studies. The punk smirked.

" 'Ello Mattie", he said. The use of his nickname made chills go down his spine. What was he up to?

"Hello Arthur", Matthew ansrewed, trying to sound neutral.

"How have you been?" Arthur asked, rather quietly. Now Matthew looked at the brit. Usually he started a provoking conversation, no formalities, and most importantly he was not quiet.

"Fine... You?"

"Can't complain", Arthur ansrewed, pulling Matthew's notebook closer. The other students were now watching them carefully. Arthur ignored them completely. He grabbed his pencil, and doodled something on the page of the notebook.

Correction: He drew a penis.

"What the hell...?" Matthew whispered, glaring the grinning punk. The teacher had noticed this situation, and was now walking towards them. In panic, Matthew doodled something on the penis, trying to disguise it.

"Mr. Kirkland, I would appreciate if you'd stop bugging Mr. Williams here", he said and shot a nasty look at the brit. Then he glanced at Matthew's notebook, trying to see if there was anything out of place.

"Why certainly, teach", Arthur ansrewed sarcastically and turned around. The teacher returned back to front of the class, babbling some mathematical nonsense. Arthur turned around, again, looking at the doodle.

"What the hell is that?"

A wawe of courage and cockiness suddenly hit Matthew.

"It's a flower."

Silence.

"A bloody ugly one, I say", the punk stated. Matthew expected him to turn around, but instead he looked him straight to the eyes.

"Say, lad, who are you to ruin my drawings?"

"...I..."

"Well?"

"I am the owner of this notebook. I think I can decide if I want a dick there or not", he whispered, suprised to get so much annoyance in his voice. Arthur looked at him, blankly. Matthew was certain the brit was going to get him now. Fuck, why did I even start? He'll beat me up for certain, that wacko.

For his suprise, Arthur was now smiling.

"I like you, lad. Not everyone has the guts to tell me off. I have to say, I did not expect you to have balls for that", he said, now resting his head on his hand, eyes looking straight into Matthew's soul (or that's what it felt like, anyway). It made his stomach twist. What the hell? What the fucking hell? Is he actually complimenting me?

The teacher caught them again, glaring them angrily.

"Mr. Kirkland, what did I tell you earlier?"

"Yes yes, don't go PMS on me", Arthur simply ansrewed. The class giggled nervously. After that the brit was thrown out of the class room.

Shit, now he'll kill me for getting him into trouble. Why oh why did I talk to him in the first place? You're a fucking idiot, Mattie.

Matthew didn't want the class to end. He feared that the punk would get on him, like he had done to some other students. He just wanted to go find a quiet place to work on his biology homework he couldn't finish last night due to Alfred's sudden bro-love and gaming night. Curse on that brother. But maybe he shouldn't be alone somewhere, maybe he should find someone to be with? Maybe Arthur would leave him alone if there were too many witnesses. Yeah, that's it. Alfred wasn't in school today though, the night had been a long one for him. He mentally went through his contacts. Katuysha? No, she was somewhere with the school choir. Tino? Otherwise good, but he had been spending time with Natalia lately...he had a crush on her and now was trying to confess it. No way he could ruin that, Tino was a handful when mad.

Francis! That's it. He'll go to Francis and his mates. Francis, a second year, had immeditely took a liking on the twins on the very first day. He had shown them around and taken care of them. Surely Francis would protect him from Arthur. Also, it seemed they were not in friendly terms. More like...enemies, yeah that's the perfect word to describe them. Those two were often arguing, even in fist fights. Francis just loathed Arthur, and Arthur loathed Francis. Francis would know what to do.

So the bell rang. Trying to disappear into the crowd, Matthew got out of the class among the other students. He quickly glanced around the hallway to see if Arthur was there. Nothing. With a sigh of relief, he hurried out of the building, trying to find Francis as fast as possible.

Right after he opened the door he knew he was screwed.

Arthur was sitting on the fence, looking right at him. Matthew knew he had no escape; the blonde had already seen him.

His heart skipped a beat when the punk jumped of the fence and started getting closer. Matthew froze on the stairs. Shit. I'm gonna be dead after this.

Other pupils didn't seem to notice this situation. They were busy minding their own. Surely, he tought, if Arthur makes a scene they will notice, right?

The brit was now right in front of him; almost too close. Almost.

"Hello there Mattie."

Again, the usage of his nickname sent a chill down his spine.

"Hey Arthur", he ansrewed, trying to keep his cool. His voice cracked a little in the end. There was this cocky smirk on Arthur's face he was known for.

"Say, mind spending the break with me?" he asked, though not really. Arthur grabbed the younger one's wrist, dragging him along.

"Eh-? A-Arthur, I should do my biology homework now..."

"Oh one time leaving them unfinished will not kill you", Arthur said, not letting the other go as they walked to the school's backside where the trashes were; there wasn't anyone there. Matthew felt a cold sweat. Yeah, he played ice hockey, yeah, he was pretty strong, yeah, Arthur was shorter than him; that didn't matter. Arthur was just batshit crazy. That mattered.

He let go of Matthew's wrist. Matthew was now quite frightened; not only he was going to be beaten up, his hopes of spensing the school years unnoticed were about to go down the drain. Just because he talked with Arthur. I am a motherfucking stupid hoser.

"Look Arthur, I didn't mean to..." he tried to talk some sense into the brit's head.

"Didn't mean what? You think I am mad at you because you got me out of the bloody class? Lad, I should thank you! I was about to die there, you know", Arthur told him as he climbed onto a trash.

"...What?"

"I said thank you, idiot. Really, I tought you were just one of those boring shy guys with no bloody balls to talk back at me, but I guess I was wrong..."

"Just...just what are you...Fuck, I don't get it. Were you trying to get thrown out of the class?" Matthew asked.

"Well, first I just tried to annoy you, to see what kind of guy you are, but when you did that flower thing I knew I could trust on you with getting the hell out of there. Are you coming up here or are you going to just stand there like a fucking moron?" Arthur motioned Matthew to join him up the trash. Confused and curious, the younger one climbed there, slighty uncertain. The brit kept looking at him, grinning. The younger one sat next to him. Collecting the bits of his courage, Matthew confronted him.

"Why do you keep staring me? You had your eyes on me during the lesson, and you've been staring me even in the cafeteria, and the hallways."

For his suprise, there was a slight redness on Arthur's cheeks. The cocky grin cracked a little, and he glanced away for a few seconds. But only for a few seconds. Then the look was there again, and the redness was gone.

"Hmm, well, there is actually a very simple reason for that."

"I'd like to know what it is, if you don't mind."

"Wait, I'm looking for the right words..." the brit ignored his slight annoyance.

"What the hell? Is it just that you've been planning to disturb my studying today? Because if it is, you've done a pretty damn good job", he snapped. The night spent down gaming with Alfred really had got on his nerves. Normally the quiet blonde would've never been in a situation like this.

Arthur chuckled.

"No, it's not that. How to put it..." the red cheeks made a comeback. Arthur grabbed Matthew's chin gently, closing the distance between them. The canadian felt his heart beat speeding up. What the hell was happening? Was this a joke?

"I find you just bloody fucking sexy. I like you", Arthur said and pressed his lips against Matthew's. It was a short kiss, a careful one, yet enough to startle him. Blushing, Arthur jumped down, leaving the speechless junior alone. He turned around, cockily smiling.

"I'll make your life a little harder soon. Expect some stalking or something, Mattie", he said and left.

Matthew sat there, suprised, confused and most of all uncertain just what had just happened.

Two things were certain: One, Francis would not be able to help Matthew in this one, and two, he was in some big trouble.