Arthur ran his fingers through his multi-streaked hair, sighing loudly. Another night, another bust. It probably didn't help his drummer was bloody wasted and he himself started a bar brawl.
Sitting down on the curb, he waited for the band to come by and pick him up. He decided to wander down the street, hit a couple bars, but instead of performing just have a drink for once. He spent all his bloody money on rum now all he had was a couple crumpled dollars, his guitar in its case, and himself.
Sighing again he glared at the television store across the street, with it's fifteen-some televisions all blaring for attention. Worrying his lip ring with his tongue, he watched a news report flicker across the screen.
"Three members of the band 'Tough F*cking Love' have been arrested for possession and use of opium. Police are currently looking for the fourth member, Arthur Kirkland, for questioning. Reports describe him as 'a twenty year old male with short dyed blond hair with multiple face piercings and tattoos.' Please report him if sighted. Authorities are unsure if he is dangerous or not."
Arthur stared at the screen for a moment, disbelieving every word. His band… used drugs? And as lead guitarist and singer… he knew nothing of it?
He looked into a puddle in the road to confirm he was himself. Left eyebrow stud, check. Nose ring, on the right side? Check. Snake bites? Tongue? Check and check. Multiple piercings… who cared what the bloody fuck any gave anyways? Wasn;t that the reason he started Tough F*cking Love in the first place?
A car pulling up and splashing the puddle onto the legs of his black skinny jeans snapped him out of his thoughts.
"What the hell!"
The passenger side window rolled down and a slightly older man looked over him, smirking. "Get in Arthur. Unless you want to get arrested zat eez."
Arthur looked down the street at the rapidly approaching lights and clenched his jaw. "Fine." He threw his precious guitar in the backseat then hopped up front next to the man, mistrustful, but more willing to get in a car with an utter stranger then be arrested for something he didn't do.
"And what's your name? From your accent you're obviously not from London. Or any part of glorious fucking England for that matter of fact."
"Ah ah ah~" The driver waved his finger at Arthur, infuriating him further. He had quite the short fuse. "Zat eez no way to speak about your country, ez eet not?" He winked at Arthur, smirking in a knowing way.
"Don't give me that shit! You know my name, why don't you tell me yours?"
The driver sighed as if dealing with a small child and glanced over at him, his aqua eyes twinkling. "My name eez Francis. You are correct, I am not from zis 'orrid country. I am French."
"Whadda mean horrid country!"
Francis sighed, only mildly amused now. This was going o be a long car ride.
A/N: No no, I didn't die, though all of you probably want me to for not updating. Don't worry, I've got some PruIta ideas planned out, started this, have another FrUK idea in the making, all I really have to work on right now is Red and White Wood. My life has just been so busy since track started, but I'll do my best!
~Koumori