A/N; So here's an AU I've started to get thinking about. I may write more, considering on the amount of attention this gets. Eh? Who am I kidding, I'll probably start getting all into it before I get a chance to write anymore. But even if there isn't more, than I'm sure this still fits as is.

Francis sat up, under the covers He didn't know what to do. At the sight of the sleeping Brit, he knew what he might have done, but being it Arthur Kirkland, he decided to rack his memory of anything that may have happened.

First he analyzed the situation. Both him and the Arthur were fully clothed, minus Francis' shirt, which had been torn off upon waking up. He was careful not to startle the younger man, removing him from his

slumber. Francis was certain nothing had taken place last night, nothing of, XXX material, of course. He had no hangover, no taste of alcohol on his tongue.

He looked at the sleeping man. The emerald eyed Brit lay soundlessly, his chest moving at a steady pace. He pondered again, aimlessly thinking up scenarios that may have taken place.

"You always were as bad as Alfred when it came to reading the atmosphere, buddy," he heard a rough voice with a distinct feel to it.

"G-Gilbert? Is that you?"

'Gilbert' walked into the candle- lit room, sitting on to the edge of the bed, followed by a feminine figure. "Dominique! I don not know he had- I didn't- there was no-"

"Francis, chill, dude! We know! You don't remember?" the Frenchman only looked more confused.

"Francis, it is, quite funny, actually. Last night, Arthur got scared, we don't know why-"

"Thunder," the blue-eyed male said, smelling the remnants of a summer storm, " and lightning. Arthur can't stand them."

Another body stood at the- no wait, there were two, stood at the door frame. One, the shorter, came in bouncing to a mental tune and kneeled down next to the sleeping one.

"Hey, Artie, it's over. Gonna come back to me now?" he said, shaking the man a little. His arm was slapped away. "You git, can't you see I'm sleeping?"

The once asleep man sat up, cursing in an unknown language. "Hey, Artie, I was wondering... wanna go on a walk with me?"

"Alfred, let the man sleep!" Gilbert laughed, slapping the younger on the back. "He was probably up half the night with Francis!"

Alfred looked at the albino, confused. Arthur, on the other hand, jumped out of the bed and almost punched the man in the face. He would have, if it hadn't been for a lady- no, more a goddess, walking into the room. No one else seemed to notice, as time seemed to stop.

Her eyes were blue, blue like the oceans, the sky. Blue as Alfred's eyes. Her hair was a white, like Gilbert's, but purer, and more innocent. He mouthed only two words. The Goddess nodded, and left the room. Time started again as he slumped back onto the bed. He looked down at Alfred. "Sure, Alfie."

Alfred pouted at the use of his hated alias, but quickly got back to his happy self. He grabbed Arthur's arm and quickly pulled the man out of the room, leaving the others to themselves. "Nothing new today," Arthur thought, "But a planet's beauty."

Thanks for reading. Yeah, though. Tell me if you would like more. I'm sure I could come up with something~

In other news, I'm editing this right now as a document on Fanfiction. Oh my god, I'm such a noob. I didn't know you could do this *fail*

Kudos to those you can tell who the woman at the end represents/ would be. I think I made it kind of obvious, but maybe you'll get aone-shot from me if you know it~ Tschüss~

PS Before I forget..., Dominique is Seychelles. I can so like het, XD. Just thought I'd explain that. *is still failing*