Just say Hi

by OldUnusedAccount91

Arthur Kirkland is depressed after his wife of 10 years leaves him for his best friend Matthew. After getting drunk at a bar on his ex wife's wedding day, Arthur meets a Spanish man who offers him a ride home and introduces him to the women of his dreams. This is a Fem France x Male Arthur in case you didn't know M for Language and later on smut? :3

1. Chapter 1

"I'm sorry about the divorce"

"It's alright"

I sink lower into my seat and reach for my cup. It's half empty but who cares? She didn't care, if she did she'd be sitting next to me now rubbing my hand the way she did when we had first gotten married. If she cared then she wouldn't be walking down the aisle with my so called bestfriend now. I groan as the bartender pats my back as if he wanted me to drink even more of this nasty shit. Up until last month I had never liked the last of cheap booze ,but now, all I do is get up and down the shit. Cheap whore, fucking frog. I should have know the two were screwing around behind my back. Emily was too close to Francis to be just his friend.

"Señor, I think you've had enough to drink."

Bloodly Mexican can't tell me what to do.

I look up at the man to speak and see a red and orange flag pin on him.

Opps, Bloody Spaniard can't tell me what to do.

The man takes my cup and I grab for it. The man pours the rest of it out and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out 5 bucks and puts it into my hand almost sympathetically.

"Look, I can't let you drink yourself to death!"

The man whisper yells at me and I can't help but feel sorry for myself.

I'm drunk, sad, and I want to die.

"My shift just ended, I'll take you home", the man smiles and I feel slightly better for the first time in a month.

"Thanks"

I awake to find the man standing over me smiling

"Hola~"

Shit Shit Shit

"Ello", I talk back to him but I can't remember how I got here. Oh yeah he was going to take me home.

The man hands me two Tylenol with some of water inside of a martini glass and I take it before thanking him. The man smiles at me again and I realize that he has the greenest eyes I've even seen, besides my own, and light freakles. He was also the nicest.

"My name's Antonio by the way", he reached for the glass and set it on the dresser before leaning in to shake my hand. The door slammed open and Antonio froze.

"ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO!" A mad woman with a thick Italian accent stormed in, woodenspoon in hand.

"Roma", Antonio pleaded but the woman was pissed. I covered my mouth in shock as she took the spoon and hit him on the head with it twice. He pouted and tried to kiss her ,but it was too late. She punched him as hard as she could in the gut and he fell onto his knees.

"You!", she picked up the spoon and hit me with it.