Underneath the mask

by 0000000GONE0000000

England Is a 'special chaperone', forcing him to be a gentleman in the day, being kind to his clients and for recommendations to further his job- but only at night, when everyone else in asleep, does he finally get to 'take off his mask' and release his true emotions and stress. But what happens when he gets caught in the act and is pushed out of his comfort zone?

1. Chapter 1- Here we go again

Chapter 1 : Here we go again

Sighing, Arthur creeped out of his bed and headed to fetch a cup of tea to soften his nerves. I can't believe I accepted the job for 'special chaperoning' (or as Arthur preferred to call it, "being someone's bitch until they stop paying-up") with this guy as my client. And when I thought Felix was annoying.

Arthur tip-toed to the balcony door, gently blowing on his boiling hot drink, and peered outside.
"Bloody hell, the weather seems to follow me wherever I go.", Arthur murmured under his breath; looking at the downpour of rain outside.
"Maybe it's because you hide your true feelings so much that the weather absorbs it all instead." mumbled a voice, coming from the bed next to Arthur's. Holy shit, how did he even hear me? Arthur quickly pivoted around. I was as quiet as a mouse!
"How on Earth did you hear me? What are you, a bat?!"
The man chuckled.

"It's because I'm AWESOME." Gilbert said, leaping out of his bed, with only his pants on and a duvet wrapped around his neck to mimic a cape and posed like a superhero. Arthur rolled his eyes, turning to face the glass doors before him again. Bloody narcissist.
"If you need any help lifting your mood, I can share some of my awesomeness with you-" Gilbert chuckled, sounding a little to close for comfort behind Arthur. Arthur turned to face Gilbert, slightly confused, when Gilbert suddenly gripped his chin firmly and gave him a deep kiss. BLOODY HELL WHAT IS THIS MAD ALBINO DOING?!

Arthur, slightly stunned, stood there for a moment before he pushed the red-eyed man off, gasping in shock. Gilbert obediently stepped back, grinning. "You certainly look more full of energy now than that tea of yours gave you. Now, I need to sleep, we've got a party to attend tomorrow!".

Arthur felt his face burning. I never should've accepted this client- I knew he was a narcissistic albino bastard, but how the heck was I supposed to know that he has sensitive hearing and suddenly appears behind you to attack your personal space?!
Shit, I hope this is over soon.
Arthur picked his tea back up from after slamming it down on the table, and cleaned any spillage before it began to stain.

Looks like I'm in for a hell of a time.

Notes: For those who are accustomed to American-English, here are a few notes to clear things up.

Pants- As In Boxers or Underwear.

Duvet- Blanket.

Writer's Note:

Apologies if this chapter is rather short, as this was meant to draw people in to see whether they like the story or not. This is my first Fan-fic, so it may be a bit poorly written.

If Prussia's thought about the weather is correct, that would explain why it is so terrible over here. ~looks at good-ish weather outside~ Later this week there'll be a storm, I'm telling you.

EDIT: Okay, so I'm just spacing the writing out so you can read it better, Since I just now decided to look back on this story and sighed at how awful it looks all bunched together. I'm also having to edit the notes, because this was first written in the winter and at the moment it's summer-time.