TWOSHOT
PITUP: Hi. um... so my other stories.. hehe i'll get to them i promise! sorry MAJOR writers block.. okay! this is a twoshot just to get my mind running. this will be a love triangle with Francis, Alfred and Arthur. so yes, a threesome. i need to write a lemon to get my rusty gears working again. :) um to be honest, its not my first, i have TONS of notebooks full with them D: but im too lazy to type them. mm sowwy ..
Summary
Arthur Kirkland is your ordinary British kid in high school. Only difference? His two, precious childhood friends are Francis Bonnefoy and Alfred F. Jones. One is athletic and cheerful while the other is a smirking, sexy French bastard. They're both intelligent, smooth and cool. They're popular, but why do they choose to hang out with me? That thought always ran through Arthur's mind. Arthur's cranky and gets pissed easily, why would they still hang out with him?
But when Arthur finally meets his ideal man, what are Francis and Alfred to do? They both love the oblivious Brit. Only one thing to do, show him.
Disclaimer
I dont own the freaking anime, would u get outta my face about it? :(
Warnings and things you should know
Ok here we go! Yaoi, Lemon, Alfred, Francis and Roderich are 17 and Arthur is 15, Maybe Some OOCness, slight RodXArtie but its like a pinch salt in ur pancake, u can barely taste it! and, urh das it! XD
Arthur sighed happily as he entered his house with the duo behind him. He plopped down on his favorite mint green love seat next to Alfred. Arthur closed his forest green eyes as he said, "I finally met my ideal man today."
"What?" Alfred and Francis responded precisely at the same time. They both looked at each other with wide blue eyes.
Arthur let his head fall onto Alfred's lap. He had always done this when he was little, and he found it rather soothing when the blond caressed his head(but he would never tell him that!) "It was a little earlier, right before we came home." the Brit smiled as he remembered.
~memory~
Arthur ran down the blue hallway, Francis and Alfred were waiting for him. He had to stay after school again to work on his stupid project with Gilbert, which was very difficult if your trying to work with some one writing awesome and curses in every sentence. *A/N if u wanna read a paragraph of Gilbert's awesome essay, read til the end~*
Arthur squeezed his eyes shut. He was such a plain guy compared to his two friends. The only connection they had was that they were all childhood friends and neighbors. If they hadn't met as kids, Francis and Alfred would probably wouldn't even glance twice in his direction, and that unadmittedly pained Arthur. They're both so cool and i'm just... this boring guy in the middle. Arthur didn't notice his shoelace untied, and tripped over his own feet, his papers scattering around him in a mess. He sighed, getting to his knees and began to pick them up.
A hand was extended in front of his face, it held some of his papers. Arthur looked up, surprised. His face heated up as he did. The man in front of him smiled, his glasses covering his dark, amethyst eyes glinted in the soft light of the sun that was setting, "You dropped these?" he said in a light Austrian accent.
"Uhm. Yes I did, thank you." Arthur said back grabbing the papers slowly.
"Don't mention it." he said as he began walking to the music room, before he entered he turned around and said, "Be careful going home."
Arthur nodded quickly before bowing and leaving, almost tripping again. The brunet chuckled and opened the door.
~end of memory~
"Okay.. so who is this 'ideal' man of yours?" Francis said, concealing his jealously quite well, though Alfred could see right through it.
Arthur sighed sleepily as Alfred continued to caress his head softly, it was his weak spot and made him tired easily. "..The President of the student council, band class and music club."
"Roderich Edelstein!" Alfred shouted making the Brit cringe a bit.
"Yes.."
"Are you serious?" Francis said, but Arthur was already asleep. His light snores filled the air. After awhile, Francis softly said, "You know, we can't interfere if Arthur really loves him."
"He didn't say he loved him!" Alfred glared.
"Al.."
The blond then looked down at his lap, where Arthur was sleeping on and sighed in defeat, "Yeah. I know.." then the blond looked straight up at Francis and said, "Francis! Do you remember the promise we made with each other years ago?"
Francis leaned on his hand, before his blue eyes widened, "Oui?"
"He's ours, we can't give up! We had dibs on him waaay before that piano dude did. So is this really okay with you, Frenchie?"
Francis shook his head with a slight smirk, "No, I guess its not."
xxXxx
While they were walking home the next day, Arthur stretched his arms, his white collared shirt rising up, exposing his milky, white back to the duo behind him. "Wow, Gilbert really took a lot of me today.."
Alfred laughed, "Yah! You totally snapped at him and your face got all red!" Which was very sexy.. Alfred thought to himself.
Arthur turned to face them and began walking backwards, his arms were behind his head as he was still stretching. But that made his shirt rise up again, showing off his lean belly and cute belly button to the hungry wolves in front of him, "It's not my fault his ego is too big." he said, quite pissed, then he offered a small smile reserved only to the two blonds in front of him, "Are you guys coming over today?"
"Yes.. actually.." Francis glanced at Alfred and he nodded in understanding.
Arthur didn't like feeling left out. His head tilted to the side, confusedly, "What?"
Its now or never.
"Arthur." Francis said suddenly.
"W-what?"
"We know a lot of things-" he started.
"But we didn't teach you cuz we thought it was too early." Alfred finished, "Wanna know them?"
More than anything! Arthur thought, I don't want to be the only one left out.
"I-if they're things taught by Francis and Alfred.." he stared at the grey sidewalk in embarrassment, his cheeks flushing red, "I'd want to know them all.."
"..Even if its scary?" Francis said, the gentle wind blowing his wavy blond hair onto his face.
"That's okay!" Arthur said quickly, looking up at them, "Because you guys will be with me, right?"
"That's right, we'll always be together." Francis said, smiling.
Alfred struck a Hero pose, thumb sticking up, "You betcha!"
Arthur rolled his eyes, a faint blush dusting his cheeks, "Gits.."
xxXxx
The bed creaked as Alfred leaned on him on the bed.
"W-wait! What are you d-doing!" Arthur stuttered, his cheeks ablaze.
Francis sat him on his lap and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, "Its just touching, we've been doing this since we were kids."
"Isn't okay that we go a level higher?" Alfred said as he leaned forward as kissed him on the lips, he shoved his tongue in, startling the other blond.
"Mmn.."Arthur responded unintelligently. While Arthur was distracted, Francis pinched both his pink nipples, "Ah! Ahh.. nn.."
"Arthur," Francis licked the shell of his ear, making him shudder, "Isn't better to learn everything now, so you won't have to deal with later?"
What.. what is this? Arthur thought.
"Ah...!" Alfred grabbed his cock, when the bloody hell did he take it out and where the hell are his pants? "Uwah!" Alfred suddenly smiled mischievously and squeezed it before putting the wet tip in his mouth and sucking it down to the base. The blond American spread his legs out and held his thighs so he had more space to suck. Francis let Arthur's shirt fall off his shoulders, but it didn't fall completely off. Francis nipped at Arthur's neck, and kissed his slightly freckled back and shoulder blades. "Ngh.. ahnn.." Arthur weakly tried to push Francis' hands off his nipples, but couldn't and ended up just holding his wrists, "Ahh.."
Francis licked three of his fingers and slipped two inside of Arthur's puckered, pink entrance.
"O-ow.." the Brit said as he felt tears prickle at his eyes, "No. Do-don't, Francis!" Arthur jolted when Francis thrusted his fingers in and out, making an embarrassing squishing sound, "Take your bloody fingers out! Ah!" he gasped out.
Alfred removed his lips, with a wet 'pop' noise. He licked his own fingers, "It should go easily like this. Let me help out too." the lightly tanned blond slipped in a saliva coated finger as well, lifting up Arthur's leg onto his shoulder. Then he leaned down a little and licked Arthur's slightly bruised nipple, due to Francis' insistent pinching.
Arthur grasped Alfred's hair and Francis' wrist a little tighter. His back arched off a bit as Alfred stroked his now drenched with precum cock, "Sh-shi.. tt.." his lip trembled slightly.
"Arthur.." Alfred said as he sucked his nipple and squeezed his cock, "Try calling Roderich's name now." he said a little jealously.
Francis turned Arthur's body a little to the side so he could plant a forceful kiss on his lips, "Mm.. haa.. haa.." Arthur panted in between the kisses.
What do I do? They're not acting like the friends I know.. They seem so upset..
Arthur threw his head back as trembles ran up throughout his body. Tears slid down his cheeks. Even though I hate it... so much.
Cum splurted out on his thighs and stomach as he shouted out, "President Roderich!" his body shook until, he just layed on Francis and Alfred with his hazy, green eyes screwed shut.
xxXxx
"Mon petit lapin, are you okay?" Francis asked as he walked into Arthur's room.
"Get out!" Arthur covered himself with the blanket, "Leave me alone..!" I can't fucking believe they did that! How can I be okay? Arthur thought, his cheeks fading pink.
Francis sighed, it was no use, "Well.. if you need anything, i'll be next door." Francis sighed again as he shut the door and went outside, where Alfred was sitting on the doorsteps, "'Dramatic meeting' huh?" he tore a blade of grass in half, "Our meeting was dramatic too, ya know.." he said stubbornly.
Alfred POV
Me and Francis were raised in a place where adults could be seen everywhere. No kids, no fun. It was hell and pretty fucking boring. C'mon, how the hell do you have fun with staplers when your like 9? Well Ivan would... but, that's besides the point! On that day that we met him, we swore to always watch over him and keep him as our #1 special person.
Author POV (lol Arthur, Author..)
"We're hated!" Alfred muttered as he face palmed.
Arthur hugged his pillow tightly, Francis clenched his eyes shut and Alfred put his head on his hands, What should I do? they all thought at the same time.
PITUP: uhhh yah, not lemon, lemons in nxt chap. sorry tired and sexy time will cum so dont worry!
mon petit lapin means my little bunny
oui means yes yadada u know this! ;p
ah yes, prussia's awesome essay, now now just a paragraph!:
An essay, written by the awesome Gilbert Beilschmindt and Arthur Kirkland(Unawesome)
Abe Lincoln.
Abraham Lincoln is one of America's greatest heroes because of his awesome (but not as awesome as the awesome Gilbert!) unique appeal. His is a fucking remarkable story of the rise from humble(like a rabbit) beginnings to achieve the highest office in the land; then, a sudden and a you gotta be fucking kidding me you got your blood all over my new carpet, dumbass tragic death at a time when his gay ass country(FUCK YOU AMERICA) needed him most to complete the great task remaining ALIVE before the nation. His distinctively human and humane personality and historical role as(pussy) savior of the Union and emancipator of the slaves creates a legacy that endures to the end of fucking time.(Oh my shit!)
Arthur: Do u see? Do u bloody see what i have to deal with?
PITUP: HAHA. oh yah i have nothing against america, i live in him! oooh e.o that sounded wrong
Alfred: y do i get no cheeseburger in this?
PITUP: oh um, cuz werent u gonna go screw Artie?
Alfred: gasp! YES!
Arthur: hey dont fucking call me that u prick!
Francis: but not without me of course!
Arthur: FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!
Alfred & Francis: ..all i heard was fucking..
PITUP: theres a closet over there..
Arthur: NUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
PITUP:oh well, he had it coming anyways! R&R PLEEEASE! THANKS! :) scuse any mistakes, its quite late :/