"Blast all!" Arthur exclaimed in frustration.

"Dude, s'up?" Alfred asked. Arthur really couldn't stand the fact that he was stuck at Alfred's house for a full month. Unfortunately, his bathroom was flooded and a plumber couldn't come for weeks, which meant four weeks of no privacy for Arthur.

"Eh? Oh, it's just that Francis and I signed up for this class and he'll be here any moment to pick me up." Arthur responded.

Ding-dong

"Or any second," Arthur grumbled.

Alfred opened the door to, "Salut, où est Arthur?"

"Oh hey, Dude!" Alfred greeted stupidly.

Francis seemed uncomfortable, but said to Arthur, "Viens. Come. As much as it pains me, get in zee car."

"Hey, guys?" Alfred called before they left. "You guys don't look like you dudes wanna go to this class, so why not just skip it?"

The two Europeans looked at each other and eyed Alfred. Francis almost shouted "are you mad?" but was stopped by Arthur. "Alfred," Arthur said shaking his head. "We already paid for it. We can't just 'skip it.' Money doesn't grow on trees." At this Alfred looked confused.

"Look, moneypants, we signed up for this a long time ago, let's not get into the reasons why, but we are not puking up cash!" Francis shouted.

"What he means to say," Arthur corrected, holding back his friend. "Is that we don't all have money to be spared, like you, Alfred."

"Actually, Arthur, there is a difference between rich and in debt," Francis muttered as they walked into the small car.

They drove up to their class. Outside was a sign that said "Salsa Dancing This Way."

"Well we're in the right place," Arthur observed.

As they walked inside, Arthur thought he was going to have a heart attack. The dance instructor was not someone who wanted to know he danced with Francis.

"Hola, amigos! What are you doing here?" Antonio called from across the room.

"Well isn't it obvious? We're here to dance," Francis answered. Arthur was sure his face was deep red.

"Well come on, guys! Here, you can be partners."

The entire class was made up of middle-aged couples and Latino kids. And Arthur would have given anything to dance with any of them. Anything.

"Alright guys, are you ready to SAAAALLLSAAAAAA! Amigos, vamos!" and with that, Antonio immediately started dancing in front of the wall mirror while everyone else tried to follow. "Now grab your partner…" Francis's fingers were intertwined through Arthur's before that sentence could be finished.

"Come on," he said. "You have to get into the mood, let the music flow through you," was his excuse for his excitement.

"I will not!" Arthur yelled back. "Ouch! You're on my foot!"

"Shut up!"

All in all, the next hour and a half was the worst of Arthur's life. When it the class had finally ended, both himself and Francis were exhausted from attempting to keep up and shouting at each other. Antonio caught up with them before they left.

"Well um, that was a little embarrassing," he said looking down.

"You're telling me!" Arthur shouted. "I had to dance with that smelly oaf!"

"Well don't worry, guys," Antonio comforted. "You'll get better as the session goes on."

"Excuse me?" Arthur nearly chocked, his heart sinking. He thought he caught Francis chuckling.

"Well this is a ten week course," Antonio stated.

"Francis why didn't you tell me you signed us up for a ten week course? I hate you!" Arthur exploded.

"Oh, Arthur. You're doing that cute little thing where you're pupils are so small, I can barley see them," Francis commented.

Arthur would never live this down.