Teacher, Teacher《UsUk》

Your Friend, Your Enemy and Your Lover

Warning-language
That's it. The only warning.

-Arthur-

Flour sprayed across the room and all over the two boys trying to work the mixer. Arthur had agreed to let Alfred teach him how to cook. This was his first lesson and they had already spilt flour twice.
"I'll clean this up." Arthur reached for some paper towels.
"Nah, it's fine!" Alfred dragged him back over to the mixer "after all, we need to melt this chocolate!" So Arthur was on chocolate duty.
Stir, microwave, stir, microwave, stir. "Iggy, how's the chocolate doin'?"
"Not done yet." Arthur was fiddling with the spoon and it suddenly flew across the room, hitting his friend in the back and smearing chocolate across his bright blue T-shirt.
Alfred looked over his shoulder and glared at Arthur.
"You wanna fight?" He picked up a spoon of maple syrup "you dare challenge me to a food fight in my own house?" Alfred was standing over Arthur, grinning as the maple syrup dripped of his nose and onto an ever-growing smirk.
"Well, It was an accident but," Arthur reached out and grabbed the bottle of ketchup beside him "do you know how hard maple syrup is to wash out?" Alfred's shirt, shoulder and glasses were covered in ketchup.

"You're on." He grabbed a bowl of something and threw the contents in Arthur's general direction. A satisfying clatter reminded him that they were almonds. Flour came his way, cookie dough the next, a bottle of milk broke, a tub of hot chocolate lay opened on the now filthy kitchen floor.

-Alfred-

The two laughed uncontrolably, as Alfred wiped a mixture of different syrups from his glasses.
"Oh my god!" Arthur panted, shaking various powders out of his hair "I haven't had such a good time in years!"
"Really?" The boy smirked "you should let me tutor you more often then. That was awesome!"
"Like hell I will, I need these lessons!" Arthur batted at Alfred with a spoon.

The pair had enough time to stand before there was a click at the door. A tall figure was standing in the doorway, staring in shock at the mess. She suddenly burst into fits of laughter.
"Holy shit guys!" The girl clutched her stomach "what the crap happened!?"
Alfred relaxed.
"Oh, hey Amelia. Um, food fight?" Arthur chuckled
"More like food war." Amelia dodged sticky patches of the floor and held her hand out to the Brit.
"I'm Amelia Jones, that dork's big sister." Arthur shook her hand.
"Arthur Kirkland." Alfred had already started to clean up.
"Come on guys! This mess ain't going to clean itself!"

《Time skip brought to you by Amelia's USA bra》

-Arthur-

"So Arthur, got any nicknames?" The three sat around a coffee table, sipping at hot chocolates.

"Lots." Arthur took a gulp of his hot chocolate, almost getting whipped cream on his nose.
"Care to tell us some?" Amelia asked, only to be answered by Alfred who was smirking mischieviously.
"Iggy and Artie are my personal favorites." Arthur scoffed.

"So you got any siblings at home?" Amelia was smiling widely, unfazed by the sudden frown on the boy's face.
"Yeah. Allistor, Liam and Owne." He sighed "not the best siblings." Arthur pulled his collar down and showed the deep purple bruise he got when he was thrown into a sink of all things.
Alfred jumped up and hugged his friend. Arthur, being the socially awkward person that he is, just froze, a little confused until Al whispered
"Dude how did that happen?"
"I got thrown into a sink."
"How?"
"I stepped on Allistor's foot... and knocked his drink down his shirt. It just so happened that we were walking past the bathroom so..."
"Duuuude,"
He rolled his eyes at this.

《Another time skip brought to you by The bright blue icing. So much blue》

Arthur got the bus home, Amelia had made him take some money for it anyway.
"ARTHUR OH MY GOD" The front door flew open with a thud. Allistor came sprinting out, tackling the smaller boy to the ground.
"What the bloody hell took you so long? And why the hell do you smell like a sweet shop?"
Arthur sighed "cooking lessons. We spilt some -um... icing sugar."
"We? Who else?"
"My friend. Alfred." Arthur had managed to run to the door and darted into his room, locking it.

Bleep.
His eyes flew open, the soft glow of his phone on the table beside his bed illuminating the entire room.

-Alfred.F.Jones tagged you in a photo-

He smiled softly at the picture of the kitchen floor, covered in food. Arthur had been tagged in the corner where an empty mug sat, one hand resting on it. He tapped out a comment.

Sorry about the floor Alfred.

-Alfred.F.Jones replied to your comment-

No prob dude, you still up for next week? We're making bread.

Of course! As I said, I need those lessons.

K. Cya :D

He flopped back onto his bed, quickly falling asleep.
See you tommorow you dork.

Arthur punched his alarm clock, holding a hand over the bright light from his window.
Friday. Usually he'd get beaten up after school by Francis on Fridays, no matter where he hid. There was a loud thud followed by
"Bloody hell, why'd you do that?"
"There's cereal everywhere!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THERE!?"
"OWNE DROPPED HIS BOWL"
"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TELL HIM DUMBASS"
Arthur laughed to himself. The sooner he can move out of that place the better. It took him ten minuites to get dressed, five to brush his hair and two to get out the door.
I'll get a bigger lunch later on.
He thought to himself. Obviously, he would ignore these thoughts later.
Once Arthur made it into the school building, he speedwalked through the corridors, head down. That is, until he bumped into Ivan.
"S-sorry about that!" Ivan was even taller than Francis, a good 4 inches at least.
"Oh no, its okay," the boy turned to face him, smiling "are you looking for Alfred? He's down that corridor to the right." Arthur forced a smile back.
"Thanks Ivan!" He turned away from him, and just as he did caught none other than Francis Bonnefoy walking towards him. If he could get to Alfred before Francis reached him he would be safe right? Practically running down the corridor, Arthur spotted his friend. Francis was too close for any celebration now.
"Alfred!" There was a tinge of panic in Arthur's voice as the footsteps behimd him stopped. The American span on his heel to face him.
"Sup dude, you need anything?"
It took Arthur a while to think of what to say, knowing his worst enemy was most likely listening.
"We haven't got technology today, have we?" He sighed.
"Nope!" Alfred paused, staring down at Arthur "hey, have you gotten shorter?" The boy groaned.
"Not you too..." Alfred's laugh filled the corridor.
"Sorry Iggy, I gotta go to maths. Cya!"
"Bye." And with that, the pair seperated. Arthur sighed in relief, even Francis wouldn't risk a late mark.
After running through three sets of doors, Arthur made it into his classroom just in time. But for some reason he couldn't focus. English was his best subject, and he couldn't focus. The class was working on a love novel, Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet. Arthur had read this story over 5 times before and knew the whole thing by heart. His dreamy figure of a girl playing juliet's part in his head was gone. He found himself looking down at a romeo figure instead.

Oh god.

The poor boy had himself a crush. Not only was the person way way out of his reach, but that boy was his one and only friend.

Crap.

Arthur had to stop and get a drink, his face flushed a deep scarlet, unable to catch his breath.

Oh dear god.

He had a crush on his best friend.

He had a crush on Alfred.F.Jones.

So,
Now we know that Iggy likes his best friend, how will that turn out?
Anyway hope you guys liked this chapter, it was fun to write.
It took forever to find names for Arthur's siblings and they might not even be the right ones but hopefully you guys don't mind right?

Thanks for reading!