A/N: Okay, normally I'd put this at the end, but I want to put it here, before you continue. Just a question; did anyone think this was going to be a completely normal-type romance? Because it's not. It's about to get more... Fantastical. I actually didn't think I was going to get kinda fantasy-like with this, but I decided that I wanted to. So I will. You'll see in the upcoming chapters. I hope you enjoy~ Now, enjoy this chapter, although it's a bit short.
School was a place of boredom and relatively stupid drama; stupid because school was populated by adolescents and adolescents are almost always stupid. Alfred was, to be honest, kind of stupid. His grades were only decent due to the fact that he was on the football team, (although it should be said, he had no important position on the team).
But Alfred was not stupid when it counted. He liked playing dumb just so he could be underestimated and later have the upper hand. It was actually a brilliant strategy. If someone threatened Alfred's or Someone-He-Cared-About's peaceful existence, Alfred could use anything he'd learned about the foe to bring hell-fire down on them.
The Monday after Arthur admitted to having done regrettable things, too many regrettable things in his short life, Alfred could not stop thinking about these regrettable things and what they might be. He still had the words Arthur had said that night echoing through his mind, bouncing off the edges of his other minor thoughts. He was walking through the hallways of his school, thinking, paying no attention to anyone else around him.
Gotta ask parents for money for rent…“I've done a lot of things I regret. Too many things”...McDonald's for dinner or Burger King...“I've done a lot of things I regret. Too many things”...Arthur should-
Alfred was jolted from his thoughts upon bumping into a guy with mid-length blond hair and sapphire eyes. He had never seen the man before and wondered who this guy could be, especially since the stranger appeared to be too old to be a student at the school. The stranger stared at him with fright, madness, and strangest of all, recognition. The guy grabbed Alfred's hand and pulled him into a deserted part of the school; the janitor's closet.
Alfred was astounded and disgusted, as well as afraid of what this stranger might try to do to him in this desolate part of the school. He tried to worm his way out of the stranger’s grasp, but he had an iron hold in Alfred’s wrist. "Who the hell are you?! What the hell are you tryin' ta-?" The guy stifled Alfred's voice, placing his free hand over Alfred's mouth. Alfred was so stunned at the movement, he quickly silenced himself.
The bell for the next class rang while they were still in the closet. The guy kept looking out the small window of the door, seeing that the students were all in their next classes. Something warm slid across the stranger's palm. With sudden horror, the stranger realized that Alfred had licked his palm and was forced to hold back screech of disgust. He settled for whispering angrily and pulling his hand away, saying, "You stupeed American! Don't do zat!" The man's odd accent signified his foreign origin, surprising Alfred slightly. He didn’t let his surprise show, however. Instead, he smirked in victory and wiggled out of the stranger's grasp. "Ha! I'm gettin' outta here, dude. You're creepy." Alfred was about to walk out when the strange guy blocked his passage.
"You may not know me, mon ami, but you will in a moment. And besides, I already know you." Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Okay, dude. Seriously starting to freak me out." Alfred reached for the door knob, easily brushing the guy off. "You are Arthur Kirkland's frieend, non?" Alfred froze, his hand gripping the door knob tightly. His grip grew tighter at the mention of his boyfriend's name.
"How do you know him?" Alfred asked quietly. "I'll eexplain if you let me, mon ami. But you must stay here if we are to talk. I prefer private places when eet comes to such serious matters." Alfred growled softly in frustration, then decided to stay in the cramped room. "Who are you?" Alfred asked, turning around and eyeing the guy suspiciously. "I am Francis Bonneyfoy, zhe most wonderful man in zhe world~!" Francis declared, waving his arms around and striking a pose, somehow managing to hold a rose he pulled out of Only God Knew Where between his lips.
Alfred raised an eyebrow. "That's doubtful, dude. Sorry." Francis sighed and stood normally, pushing his hair back. "Ah, it's alright. Alzhough, if you ever want to, I can be your pretend-lover, if you want to make a certain someone jealous~. I really don't have preference between men and wom-" Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose and put out his hand, his palm flat and raised, signaling Francis to stop.
"Where are you even from, dude?" Francis seemed to take offence, clutching his heart in mock-horror. "Can you not tell? I am from la France, zhe most wonderful country in zhe world!" Alfred rolled his eyes. "So the most wonderful man in the world from the most wonderful country in the world?" Francis nodded, his eyes gleaming. "Of course, mon ami~!" Alfred stared at him in disbelief as he appeared to zone out, staring into the middle distance, seemingly imagining his home country.
"Um, dude? Weren't you gonna tell me something? About Arthur?" Francis snapped back to reality and nodded furiously. "Oui! I forgot!" Alfred groaned. Francis was starting to get on his nerves.
"Alright, I'm serious now." Francis did, indeed, appear serious. "I am here to warn you about Arthur." Alfred raised both eyebrows, confused. "What?" Francis rolled his eyes. "I am here to warn you! Are you that dense? Or maybe even deaf?" Francis knocked his fist against Alfred's skull. Alfred growled at him and moved away from him. "Don't touch me!" Francis backed away, frowning. "Mon dieu, such a feisty temperment! I can see why Arthur likes you~."
Alfred felt his cheeks warm and bit the inside of his cheek, trying suppress the imminent blush. "Shut up! Why are you going to warn me!?" Francis cringed. "My, my. Calm down, Alfred." Alfred stared at him, suddenly quizzical. "How do you know my name? As a matter of fact, how'd you know about me and Arthur?" Francis smirked. "I know a lot of zhings, mon ami. I know about everyzhing. I know many of zhe zhings you know as well as many of zhe zhings you don't.
Alfred glared at him, somewhat curious now. "What do you know that I don't?" Francis' smirk grew wider. "Zhat's simple. I know his past." Alfred felt a pang of jealously in his stomach. "Would you like to know it, as well?" Alfred thought for a moment. It was wrong to find out about Arthur's past from this strange character. It was wrong to be in a closet, skipping his class. All of this was wrong.
Alfred clenched his fists and nodded.
"Tell me everything."