Hetalia Drabbles - Crossover One Shots

Highschool sports au? - Usuk

Alfred had two great passions. Namely, sports and great looking men. Arthur Kirkland provided both those things, being both athletic and attractive. He was a senior, and he played on the school's soccer and rugby teams, as well as being on the school's track team. And god, could that boy run. This included running away from Alfred's affections, and even though the eighteen year old Brit knew of fifteen year old Alfred's feelings, he never confirmed nor denied if he felt the same way.
Reasonably, this infuriated Alfred.

Alfred appeared to be stronger than Arthur. Arthur was small and lean while Alfred was bulky, with a large chest and grand muscle definement due to playing football for the past three years of his life. However, Alfred knew well that if it came down to it, Arthur'd absolutely crush him if things got competitive. (Although he wouldn't mind if that crushing happened between Arthur's thighs.)

"Jones. I didn't expect to see you here." Arthur said, rubbing his forehead with a towel. Alfred had watched his soccer practice, and Arthur'd definitely given his all. As such, he was dripping sweat and smelled rancid.
"I thought I'd just come down to watch practice after my class let out. My bus doesn't leave for another twenty minutes." Alfred said. He wasn't going to admit that his bus had actually left twenty minutes ago, and he'd stayed back to watch Arthur play.
He was outrageously gay for this boy.

"Why didn't you join the team this year? We sure could use a strong defence like you." Arthur said. His British accent purred in Alfred's ear, and made him deeply regret not trying out for the team.
"Ah, I'm not really a person built for soccer. I would've loved to, but, y'know-" Alfred stammered. His eyes wandered down to Arthur's pale legs, past those little shorts of his. His legs were strong, the freckles that adorned his face spreading down his legs as well. Once again, Alfred imagined his face between those legs, and savoured in the idea briefly before snapping back to reality.

"Yeah, I get it." Arthur said, wrapping the towel around his neck. He glanced about, only a few of his teammates still hung around. "Well, if you're just gonna wait around for your bus, I don't suppose you'd like a ride home? It's no trouble of mine." The senior grinned. Alfred's heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah, yeah I'd love that." Alfred put an emphasis on the word love, just to make a point. Despite being two years younger than Arthur, Alfred was three inches taller than him, and could tell Arthur wanted to seem like he was the alpha in the situation, as the Brit suddenly straightened his back to give himself a few extra centimetres.

"Well, c'mon then. I've not got all day." Arthur said, leading Alfred over to his car. Alfred wasn't sure if he owned it or if he borrowed it from his parents, but it was a nice grey car, not a sleek sports model or anything, but not a minivan either. A nice grey car that Arthur just simply waltzed over to. His hips sway with every step, in an almost supermodel type way. Almost like he was doing it on purpose, in an attempt to get Alfred to look at his ass in those short shorts. It was working, of course, but Alfred wasn't going to admit that.

"What are you waiting for? Get in."
Alfred sat down and buckled his seatbelt as Arthur put the keys in the ignition. He couldn't wait until he was able to drive as well. Maybe he'd ask Arthur to go on a sweet date to drive somewhere romantic when he could. It was June, only a month until his sixteenth birthday in July. Arthur's birthday was in April, so it'd already come and went. This also meant that for a month, Alfred was still under the age of consent, which only mildly sucked as Arthur appeared not to want to do anything interesting with him anyway. Maybe it was creepy for him to even think that an eighteen year old superstar athlete would want anything to do with him anyway, yet here he was, sitting in the passenger seat of Arthur's grey Sudan either way.

"You're awfully quiet. I had you pegged as a loud guy." Arthur said. Alfred snapped upright.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. Just got a lot on my mind."
"That's completely understandable. Exams are in two weeks, but after that, we'll be free for the summer."
"Are you going off to college or taking an extra year?" Alfred asked. He didn't even really think about the question when he was saying it, it just sort of popped out. Somehow, he'd completely forgotten Arthur was a senior, and would be graduating in two weeks time.
Arthur sighed. "Nah. I really didn't want to take another year, but my number one didn't accept me. I'm gonna take another year to bring up my grades a little more."
"You didn't get any scholarships or anything? And you're a crazy smart guy, why would anyplace reject you?" Alfred said, almost excitedly. He was trying to make Arthur feel better, yet he was having trouble keeping back the excitement of having at least another year with Arthur. This could be his chance!
"I got accepted into lots of places, some being scholarships for sports and such, yeah, but I'm no superstar." Arthur sighed. "The place I wanted to go was in Canada anyway, and they don't do sports scholarships. I'm gonna bring up my grade and see if they'll reconsider next year."

Alfred quivered with excitement, this was his big chance! Arthur was single, he knew he was staying another year, and he didn't think Alfred was so below him to not talk to him!
"Artie-"
"We're here. This is your house, right?"
Alfred looked up. It was indeed, his house. Damn it.
"Oh, okay. Thanks for the ride, Artie."
"Anytime."

Alfred began fiddling with the door handle, until he was able to unlock it and made his way out. Fuck, if he didn't say it now, it might be a whole summer before Alfred saw Arthur again. He might never have the balls to confess, and then Arthur might end up dating someone else, which would lead to getting married with someone else, having children with someone else, enjoying his life with someone else while Alfred was all alone.
That may have been Alfred overthinking things, they were both still in highschool and marriage to anyone was a far ways off. However, Alfred used the thought to break past his insecurities.

"Artie?"
"Yeah?"
Alfred stared at Arthur like a deer in headlights before finding the courage to gasp "I'd like to see you again before next semester and I was wondering if you'd like to hang out this summer and if you'd like my number?"
The sentence was very rushed and Alfred jumbled over words as he crammed everything he wanted to say in before Arthur drove away. The senior seemed to understand and smiled at Alfred before saying "sure, I'd like that."

So the two exchanged phone numbers, Alfred promising to text Arthur soon. Arthur wished him the best and told him he'd see him tomorrow at school. He drove off, leaving Alfred standing alone in his driveway with a phone number in his hand and a stupid smile on his face. He went to his door, and realized it was locked. Checking his watch, it was almost 5:00, which means his mother would have taken his little brother Matthew to his rugby practice, and led Alfred to realize he was missing some important things.

His pair of house keys were in his backpack.
He'd left his backpack in Arthur's car.
Damn it.

He was going to have to call Arthur sooner than he thought.