"He's using you."
A pair of bright blue eyes glared murderously at the Blonde Brit.
"Nein. He is not."
They were sitting in the parlor, having the same conversation that they had about once a month.
Arthur, the blonde, stared at his companion amused, while Aden, a pink-haired English man, constantly changed from glaring at Arthur, his coffee cup, and the old Grandfather clock that refused to stop it's perilous ticking.
The strange thing about these two was how alike they looked, the only difference being their colours. Arthur was blonde with acid green eyes and Aden was a pinkette with bright blue eyes.
The blonde gave the other a hard stare, "That's what you said about Francis, and Alfred, and Antonio!"
Aden rolled his eyes, uncaring of how ungentlemanly the action was, "Gilbert is different, he loves me!"
"And has he said it?"
The pink Brit rolled his eyes again, and decided a change in the subject of the argument would do them good, "You've had your own fair share of bad boyfriends... Mathis, Esp-"
Arthur cut him off before the list could get any longer, "And I happen to also be happily engaged to Alfred."
Aden rolled his eyes yet again, realizing that he needed to stop doing so before it became a habit, before checking his wrist watch, "Oh, It appears I must go. It is nearing the time for my date with Gilly~!"
One eye brow rose, "Gilly?" Arthur shook his head, amused, "Fine, but don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart, Aden."
Aden frowned, already up and ready to depart, "I won't."
The blonde smiled slightly, with only the tips of his lips upturned, "Good."
Aden simply huffed, and left his twin with little more than a wave for a good bye.
Arther waved back, smiling until he was sure Aden had left, when he set his tea down and sighed.
"Good..."