USUK- I love you more than Nutella

Bars and Damn American

     It had been exactly a week and two days since the last time we saw our heroes in action. Alfred had been hanging out with Arthur a lot. Okay fine, it was more Alfred tagged along with Arthur... Most of Arthur's friends left him, but Arthur got to know Alfred's friends. Some of them he knew. (We're talking about you Francis, Gilbert, Antonio, and Lovino) Others he didn't. (We are now talking about Feliks, Torin, Ivan, and Elizaveta) But the whispers that spread through the hall bothered Arthur immensely and not because the rumors were about him. In fact, the rumors were mostly about Alfred.

    "I bet he's just trying to look like a nice guy."

    "Poor Arthur, being dragged around by him."

     "He already misses one day of school each week and now he has to be with Alfred, I feel bad for the guy."

     These comments didn't seem to bother Alfred. One comment got to him... and Alfred snapped. You see, you don't want to be there when Alfred snaps or be the cause of it. If you are the cause of it, run, run far away please. He is completely blind to any method of trying to be stopped. He will try to attack you no matter what. What comment set him off? Well I'll tell you.

     "Wow. One fag, two fag, American fag, Brit fag."

     Alfred had turned around and pinned this asshole to the wall, left hand wrapped around his throat and his right on his jaw. Arthur was scared now... not that he wasn't always alert when Alfred was around. Alfred had a small smirk on his face that Arthur found sexy and kind of terrifying. Matthew, from halfway down the hall, shot you a small smirk at that. Oh how he shipped those two. Anyhow, Alfred, with that sexy smirk of his stated, "Want to say that again the right way?"

     The asshole struggled in his grasp, choking and trying to gasp for air. His grip only tightened. The asshole gasped again, struggling more. And Arthur couldn't take it anymore, he turned Alfred around and kissed him, telling him that he shouldn't fight anymore and then they got married, the end. I'm just kidding, here's what really happened.

     "Alfred! Stop!" Arthur yelled. Alfred froze, slowly loosening his grasp. Arthur nodded, "Yeah, that's it... let go. It's okay, it doesn't matter... what he said doesn't matter."

      Alfred let go completely. The asshole backed away, gasping and coughing. "YOU!" he yelled, pointing at Alfred. The boy gave him an amused look. "MY FATHER SHALL HEAR ABOUT THIS!" That asshole turned out to be Draco Malfoy because crossovers are awesome. He then pointed at Arthur, "And... thank you..." he looked back to Alfred, glaring. "Everyone will hear about this... they're going to hate you..." and the asshole, Draco Malfoy, walked off.

       Alfred stormed down the hall and out of the school. Arthur called out for him, sighing. "Hey it's okay cheri."

     He turned to see a certain Frenchman smiling down at him. He ground his teeth, (this is very bad for your teeth, don't do this... or do it, I'm not your mom, I'm your dad) "Go away frog."

     The Frenchman, who we will now refer to as frog, clutched his chest in pretend agony. "That hurt my feelings cheri!"

       "Good..."

     Frog grinned at him. "Would you like to go drinking with us later?"

     "Us...? No..."

     "Too bad."

     "Wha-?"

     Frog threw the Brit over his shoulder and walked out of the school, Gilbert and Antonio and Lovino following. Arthur screamed the whole way.

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"AND THEN I SAYS... I SAYS THAT THERES NO REASON FOR THAT!"