Arthur's Point Of View
I walked off the stage after completing my set with my band, NearBroken. We were quite popular for a collage band, and had just played in the House Of Blues down in Boston. I heard the crowd still chanting for an encore that we weren't allowed to give. I sighed and walked over to my best friend, Alfred F. Jones, who was the lead guitarist in our band. "Art, you ok, dude?" he asked.
"Yeah. Voice is bugging me a bit though," I said. As the lead singer, I always had to be loud, and sometimes my voice had to be scratchy in some parts, but sweet in others. If you can get over how much of a nuisance it is, it's quite fun being lead singer along with a guitarist.
"Well, makes sense. You were screaming out those lyrics. It sounded awesome, dude!" he exclaimed.
"Thanks, Al. Do you know what we do now, since we aren't allowed to give an encore?" I asked.
"We just get to chill and listen to music. Duh!" He grinned. I smiled back and stood and we caught up with the rest of our band.
As usual, Matthew, Alfred's quieter twin brother, and the drummer, was sitting in the corner of the bar, tapping out the beat of the music with his hand on his glass. Gilbert, our lead bassist, was kissing his girlfriend, Eliza, a backup bassist, singer, and one of my oldest friends. I chuckled and sat down next to Matt at the bar and ordered a beer while listening to the next band preforming. Soon enough, my 5 brothers walked up. 13 year old Peter was hyperactive as usual, 16 year old Kaelin was trying to calm him down, then the 29 year old triplets, who raised us younger ones when our mum and dad died, Carlin, Dylan, and Allistor, shouted at them, then smiled at me and said I did great. "Thanks guys, now what do you want?"
An evil smirk came to Carlin's lips, his bright red hair gleaming in the dim lights. Dylan chuckled, his red hair spiked, and looking like fire. Allistor grinned, a dark glare filling his green eyes that matched my own. Luckily for me, before the three could reveal their latest evil plan, Peter ran up and jumped on Allistor, while Kaelin yelled at him. "Peter! Get the bloody hell off!" He shouted. I just laughed at him and drank my beer.
"Sit down, dumbasses. I'm trying to watch the show!" I shouted at them.
"Why you little-" Allistor was stopped by a foot in his side, and an angry shout from Kaelin. Grumbling, the triplets sat down next to me, and yelled at Kaelin and Peter to sit down in a booth as they were underage. How they even got in is unbeknownst to me.
"You really did do well, you godawful son of a bitch," smirked Carlin.
"Thanks, donkey-face. I see Ireland turned you into a complete dick with a mouth like a sailor," I said.
"Hell yeah it did. And let me tell you, it was freaking awesome there!" He shouted.
"Shut up, dumbass! You shouted right in my ear!" Said Allistor, his double.
"Will you two shut the bloody hell up?!" Dylan, the one who looked the most like me, despite his darker brown locks, shouted at the two red heads.
"Oi, mate, you can go straight to hell for all I care, you bastard!" Carlin was slurring his words. I looked and saw that he'd had a full pint of...something, but there was some spilled on the table. I figured the drunk had had about 3 pints already.
"Damn it, Carlin! You said you weren't going to get drunk tonight!" Allistor and Dylan shouted. I snickered and tuned them out, focusing on the music. Every time we got together, it was either me or Carlin who got drunk first, then we acted like idiots fighting, and once we were all drunk, except for, of course, Peter and Kaelin who were scolding us, we either crashed and needed Alfred or someone to bring us home as Kaelin refuses to drive with only his learner's permit and Peter is too young, or we would...actually, I don't remember what we do. I know it's something embarrassing though!
Soon, I was awoken from my thoughts of the past by a thick french accent asking for my autograph. I looked at the person asking, and saw a blonde man about my height with sparkling blue eyes. He had paint on his shirt, and I realized he went to my collage up back in New York City.
"Ah, sure," I said. "Do you, uh, happen to have a pen?" I asked politely.
"Oui...here you go," He spoke quickly, as if he was embarrassed. He handed me a sharpie pen and I quickly signed my name on a napkin. I handed the pen and napkin back to the Frenchman and smiled at him.
"Merci," he said, and was about to walk away when Gil broke his makeout session with Eliza in the corner booth and saw him.
"Hey, Francis! Why are you here? I didn't know you liked Rock!" He smirked.
"Damn, and I thought I could escape your creepy red eyes even if just for a night," Francis, the man who now had a name, smirked back.
"Wait, Gil, you know this guy?" I asked the albino.
"Ja! He's my best friend!" He shouted. "Though, he's not as awesome as me," he snickered.
"But I am far more attractive," Francis retorted.
"What ever you say! Hey, is Toni here?" The self-proclaimed Prussian asked.
"Non, he's with Lovino, Feliciano, and Ludwig," Francis said. Ludwig was Gilbert's younger brother, who was dating an Italian boy, Feliciano. I knew them both, but not personally, and I didn't even know Feliciano had a brother.
"Who's Toni?" I asked, for some odd reason wishing to be a part of the conversation.
"Oh, that's the Biology major. The one that lives in my Fraternity that I begged both of you to join!" Gilbert spat.
"That really happy go-lucky guy? Ok, I know who it is now," I said. The Spaniard and I had spoken briefly before about Gil's frat when I was considering joining. Despite everything he said, I refused in the end and stuck to my apartment.
"Oui. We still need to teach the moron how to read the atmosphere!" Francis chuckled.
"While you're at it, could you teach the moron who's flirting with the girl at the bar how to read it?" I Pointed to Alfred who was flirting, or trying to anyway, with a pretty blonde girl with sea-green eyes.
"Yes! We need to fix that fool!" Gilbert laughed. Francis and I joined in laughing when Alfred turned to us and glared. The three of us spent the rest of the night laughing, glaring, cracking jokes, and drinking. Eventually everyone else, including my brothers, joined us.
So far, I was liking this French bastard, even if he is slightly annoying.
(A/N Ok, I know it's short, but I swear, the chapters will get longer and better. I promise!)