So I got into this fight with Haiti2013, nothing serious, so the future of World Academy is still looking bright. We decided to work things out the only way we knew how: interpretive dance. I don't know how to represent orange properly... :(.
Anyway, since I refuse to repeat that fiasco, I decided to challenge her to a competition of one shots. We will be writing multiple stories about a hotel that is just crawling with Arachnids, and that these guys happen to be staying at. The aim is to use as many characters as possible in an effort to accustom ourselves to all the country personifications. If you have two characters you want to see in this situation, tell me or Haiti2013, in a review or PM (preferably me). I will not do a pairing that she has already done, but I will reuse characters. So, if someone asks me to put America and England a room, I will, even though England is already in this chapter. I promise no romance (as in there may be romance or there may not be for future one shots, not that there won't be, because I already made this story). I won't write anything rated higher than T. Plus, if you read this huge paragraph to the end, you get a cookie. *Gives cookie* But remember it's only a hypothetical cookie, never take real food from strangers over the Internet. Yay! Moral! :D
Please review if you like this story, that's our scoring method! If you like both, please review both. I would hate to deprive Haiti2013 of a review because my story's better.
If you see any mistakes in the story, don't be afraid to point it out, then I can fix it and improve my story! :D All constructive criticism is wanted!
Chapter Summary: Francis and Arthur have to share a room for whatever reason you care to make up. Arthur finds a spider in his bed and long story short, he needs to share a bed with Francis. Will Francis just agree that easily? Come on people, this is FrUK!
Warning: This story may cause slight or severe nose bleeds.
Hungary: I already have my tissues ready.
Disclaimer: Just because my story might be better than Haiti2013's doesn't mean she isn't funny too.
"Don't get any ideas," Arthur warned on the way to their room.
"Whatever do you mean?" Francis questioned innocently, twirling his hair.
"Yea, well, my bed is the one that isn't by the window and I plan on sleeping in it. Alone."
Francis shrugged. "Oui, that's what you think, for now. Just wait until tonight, you'll be begging to be in my bed."
"Sure." Arthur rolled his eyes.
"I'm serious. There's no way you won't be sleeping with me tonight."
"I would rather die," Arthur quipped, unlocking and opening the door.
The two walked into the room and set down their bags.
"Ok, so this bed's mine," the Brit asserted dropping his duffle bag on the first bed. "And that one, which I expect to stay waaaaayyyyyy over there," he began, pointing the bed by the window, "is yours."
"D'accord, that should be fine," shrugged Francis.
"And I mean it," Arthur repeated. "Stay away from me."
"You know, the more your mouth says no, the more your eyes beg me to take you," the Frenchman whispered seductively as he leaned in close to the Brit. "And I'm not sure how much longer I can ignore them."
"You will not be raping me tonight, you frog," Arthur claimed, grabbing one of Francis' suitcases and tossing it on the other bed. The blond sat on Arthur's bed.
"Is tomorrow looking hopeful?" he smirked.
"No! Now get off my bed, you pervert!"
"But it's so comfortable," he smiled, sprawling across the sheets.
"No! No! You can't do that!"
"Well, you should probably make me stop," Francis winked.
"I will be doing nothing of the sort! I'll just take your bed," Arthur replied, wrinkling his nose. He waltzed over to the bed near the window and took off Francis' suitcase.
"Aw, you're no fun," the Frenchman whined.
"There's a spider on my bed!" the Brit exclaimed. Francis was sitting on his own bed, reading a novel when he heard the English teen overreact.
"So?" the blond asked, uninterested. He turned a page in his book.
"I can't sleep in the same bed as a spider!"
"Then get rid of it." Francis bookmarked his place and placed the book on the night stand.
"Fine!" Arthur removed a wand from his pajama pocket and pointed it towards the creature taking up his bed. "Double Dumbledora the Explora!" With a flash, the spider disappeared, along with the bed.
"Wow, nice going there, Merlin," Francis remarked sarcastically.
"Shut up! My aim was a tad bit off!" Arthur yelled waving his wand around. He accidently let it go at one point, sending it crashing into the wall.
"Uh-huh, that was amazing. Have fun sleeping on the floor."
"What? I can't sleep on the floor."
"Then where are you going to sleep?" Francis inquired. Arthur shifted uncomfortably from one leg to the other, alternating his gaze from the French teen to his own feet, sheepishly.
"I can't sleep on the floor," he mumbled.
"Well, there's only one bed left, and that's mine."
"ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO BLOODY MAKE ME ASK?! SCOOT THE FUCK OVER!"
Francis pondered that for a moment. "No."
"What?"
"If I had no bed, I would be forced to sleep on the floor."
"Well it's not you, so move!"
"Didn't you say you'd rather die than share a bed with me?" Francis asked, sitting up and crossing his legs Indian style. "Well, death is still an option."
"What the Hell is wrong with you?!"
"I already know that if I was the one who had no bed, I would be sleeping on the floor, without sheets, and you'd be laughing at me for the rest of the week. Unlike you, I can be merciful. I'll only laugh at you for most of the week."
"I swear to Merlin if you don't scoot over, I'll send you away with that spider."
"So you can miss again and get rid of this bed too? Why don't you just make yours reappear?"
"It's not that simple."
"What? There's no undo button for magic?"
"No, there's no undo button for magic," Arthur mimicked in probably the worst Francis imitation possible.
"Shame, well this is my bed. I can decide who sleeps in it or not."
"Technically, that bed is mine. I wouldn't have ever had the bed with the spider if you hadn't stolen my bed!" said Arthur.
"Yea, well technicalities aren't going to make me scoot over..."
"Oh come on, you git, share your bed with me!"
"Nope," Francis grinned.
"You can't be serious. Isn't there anything I can do to get into your bed?" Arthur pleaded.
On the verge of speaking, Francis opened his mouth, but closed it once more as he fully processed what the Brit had said. He brought a fist to his lips and simply enjoyed the moment.
"Well, I suppose if you really want to sleep with me, I can let you, just this once."
"Thank you so much! That wa- NO! I DID NOT MEAN IT LIKE THAT! YOU BLOODY PERVERT!"
"How else am I supposed to take it when someone's begging to be in my bed?"
"Like a completely platonic request!"
"Uh-huh, well, if you want a bed tonight, I think you and I can come to some sort of agreement."
"I'm not having sex with you!"
"No one said anything about sex; get your mind back in the gutter."
Arthur took in a deep breath, "You used the expression wrong."
"No I didn't."
"It's 'get your mind out of the gutter'."
"Yeah, the gutter is a hypothetical place where minds are free to roam. It is supposed to represent where awful thoughts come from, n'est pas?"
"Precisely."
"A platonic relationship seems like a pretty awful thought to me..."
"I'm not getting into this right now, what is the condition?" Arthur asked, changing the subject.
"It's simple."
"What? I'm supposed to strip down to my smalls? I have to deal with your groping the entire night wordlessly? I have to do whatever you say, become your maid, and walk around in some slutty outfit all day? Then I would have to trot around your house in some black apron, bunny tail, and bunny ears calling you Master or something while you call me mon lapin."
"I had not thought of those, especially that last one, I think we can do that."
Arthur's grew wide with fear. "NO! W-What had you had in mind originally?"
"Hmm? Oh, I was thinking we could play a game."
"YES! A game, any game... What game?"
"It's called the Firetruck game. Come sit down next to me." Francis modified his position so that one leg dangled off the end of the bed and he was sitting on the other. He patted the space to his right to show the English teen where he wanted him to sit. Arthur plopped down next to him, waiting for further instruction. Francis danced his fingers along the Brit's upper knee and Arthur tensed. "The game is simple." Francis shifted his gaze from the teen's leg to his eyes. "My hand is the firetruck and your leg is the road. I'm going to run my hand up your leg and if you want me to stop, say Red Light. The fun part is seeing how far you can go without saying Red Light, so don't be a spoilsport and call it immediately okay?"
Arthur took a deep breath, Francis' touches already would've been enough for him to call read light, but he decided that the game seemed fair enough. "Okay, this game seems harmless enough."
The French teen smiled and led his hand up the Brit's thigh at a torturously slow speed. Once it got to halfway up, Arthur couldn't take it anymore.
"Red Light."
Francis continued to move his hand.
"I said Red Light," the English teen protested.
The blonde smirked, "Firetrucks don't stop at red lights."
A/N: Sorry for the time skip... I um, I got lazy.
Don't forget to check out Haiti2013's version of Spiders! You can see how much better my story is. *arrogant smirk*
No feelings were hurt in the making if this story. Everything written here is all in good fun (I'm talking about my rambles that say I'm better than Haiti2013.). Haiti2013 is one of my favorite authors, and dare I say it, a friend of mine.
PS: If my story gave you an idea for another story, write it. Then tell me the name. There some things I put in there that I wished I could've written out too.