Nothing's Fair in Love and Murder - Hetalia Heathers AU

Perfect Kisses Idiot

I walk alongside Matthew as we make our way to our classes.
"No, but consider this, Elsa gets a girlfriend. I mean, just think about it! With that song and such - " I cut Matthew off.
"Well we'll see if she actually gets a girlfriend when the sequel comes out."
"But that will take, like, forever!" Matthew exclaims. I simply laugh.
"Movie night?"
"Movie night," he confirms, "the Princess Bride!"
"Again?" I laughed at Matthew's obsession with the movie. He shrugs.
"I'm a sucker for a happy ending." The conversation then ended there.
    Matthew is a really sweet person. He's soft, polite, patient, and he's able to deal with my shit. Not to mention he'll always be there for you no matter what. He's the bestest best friend I have. The only friend I have. With Matthew's soft and gentle nature and me being well, you know, me, you may think we get bullied. No, only I do. With Alfred, the top football player and able to hang out with them, Matthew is hands off. If anyone dares to hurt him, you'll bet your arse they'll have a few broken bones from Matthew's younger twin brother. And if desperate times call for desperate measures Matthew can fend for himself. Matthew's Mom taught both Alfred and Matthew how to fight. While Matthew tends to be a pacifist and only use self - defence unless absolutely necessary, Alfred is the one who's all bark and bite.
    I'm brought to my senses when Matthew pokes my shoulder. I simply raise my eyebrow and he points in the direction where a crowd of students block our path. A thought comes to me of fighting them. Swinging a sword, Matthew beside my taking out people ahead of our path with a bow and arrow. And perhaps when everything is cleared a boss, maybe a teacher, will be standing there laughing or maybe grinding their teeth together because of their minions failures. I shake my head. This is what happens when I play Alfred's video games seven hours long with Matthew. I sigh and head straight toward the crowd who were surprisingly silent.
    Now you're all probably wondering why I won't go around, and if not then boo hoo I'm going to explain anyway. Well it's simple really. They, the students, are blocking the shortest way to my class, and I am going to be late. While the other students don't care about their education, I for one do and would also like to avoid being yelled at by my wonderful mother.
    As I shoulder pass people, careful to avoid being punched in the face, I am finally able to see what the other students want so badly to catch on film. People whisper around me, asking their friend what happening, or giggling and filming. I feel my heartbeat quicken and butterflies fill my stomach as my focus is turned to one person and one person only. His blond hair in a small ponytail, his slight facial hair, it almost seems like there is none at all, making him seem handsomer, his beautiful gem blue eyes focused on other bright ocean blue eyes, and his peach color lips close to another pair of lips. The pair of lips who belong to the idiot himself, Alfred Fucking Jones. He was being held back against the lockers and was trying to keep his head as far away from Francis' head as possible. I go slack jawed and while my face goes emotionless, just like that kid Lukas, and anger swells in me. Anger and something else. Anger and jealousy. I clench my fist and grind my teeth. My fists shake. I am so engrossed in the scene that I fail to notice Ivan's glare at Francis, or Gilbert filming it all, or Antonio talking to someone whose face was red in either anger or embarrassment. Suddenly someone in the crowd yells.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" I stare wide eyed in the direction the voice came from. Don't give them ideas! And then everyone starts chanting. My head turns this way and that, internally begging them to shut the bloody hell up
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" My attention turns to the hand which grabbed my shoulder. I look at purple-ish eyes. I could see the emotion in the eyes and with the small smile Matthew gives me I can translate his facial expression into words. It'll be okay. I turn to look at Francis and Alfred. I notice Francis leaning closer to Alfred, which causes my fingers to twitch, wanting to feel his nose shatter against my fist, and whisper something in his ear. I try to read lips, a skill my mom thought I should know, and was only able to get the words "don't worry" and "it is". Francis gestures his head in the direction where a kid was collecting money, probably placing bets. I look back in their direction when I heard Alfred speak, luckily I was close enough to hear him.
"Sorry, dude, I'm not exactly intereste-" He got interrupted as Francis kissed him. The crowd cheered, awed, laughed, or just griminced and walked away. I stared wide eyed as Francis kept kissing him, eyes closed and giving small moans. Alfred's eyes were still open looking at Francis in shock. I wanted that to be me. I wanted to be that one that made Francis melt, to moan softly. I wanted to make him corner me, or, even better, to corner him. Someone walks past me, hitting my shoulder either unintentionally or intentionally, I don't care. I only know that it was the same guy collecting money from the bets. Francis stops kissing Alfred, and the students quiet down as a whistle was blown. A teacher walks over and stops in the middle of the space where the crowd was clear of. Only Francis and Alfred were there. He glares at them then us.
"All of ya! Get to class!" Everyone scampers away.

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    I stare down at the desk, silently drawing intricate patterns with my eyes, mulling over what happened in the hallway. I think about how Francis kissed Alfred. Somehow, I get the idea that Francis did that to intentionally hurt me. He wanted to hurt me, knowing about my crush on him so he kissed Alfred. I shake my head. No, Francis wouldn't do anything like that. He wouldn't, right? No, no he wouldn't. I folded my arms on the desk and laid my head on them, staring blankly at the board. No, he wouldn't. But, Alfred would. My eyes narrowed as tears gathered in them. Of course Alfred would. Alfred would do anything to hurt me. So much for being a so called hero. Did Alfred have to kiss Francis though? My eyes widen in panic. Were Francis and Alfred dating? Why would Francis date an idiot? I sigh and my eyes wander to the paper which I was given to write answers to questions we were given. I slowly start on my work, pushing the memories of Francis kissing Alfred into the back of my head to be forgotten with other memories.

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Luckily for you guys I have two more chapters written down. I just need to type it in my computer and then copy paste it in here on my phone. My computer hates Wattpad so I usually use my phone when I go on wattpad. Anyway. I hope all if you enjoyed! Poor Iggy, just saw his crush kiss the biggest idiot in the world.
Also, I wanna know if you guys can figure out who the guy collecting money is. It's really easy.
Also fun fact, I wrote some of this during a fire drill.
Again, hope you enjoyed! If I got anything wrong please tell me, critism is extremely appreciated!