Hate
"How do you think I should deal with him?" the waiter asked not really wanting to have any trouble tonight.
"Well what has he complained about so far?" Francis asked turning away from the door to continue working.
"You…" the waiter explained softly.
"Moi?" Francis brightened a bit. For some reason when a Brit would actually complain about a Parisian in the back, they were the ones that were most fun to loosen up. He was already forming a plan on how he should go about it even though he didn't know how exactly he would react. I wonder why he's still wearing a hat…
Arthur was warily drinking his tea and keeping an eye out toward the kitchen door. "Calm down Arthur." Alfred sighed already working on his third coke. The waiter brought him five drinks and was keeping an eye on him with a raised eyebrow.
"I just don't trust him." he explained setting his tea down feeling a lot calmer than before. "Frenchmen are always finding ways to get inside someone's pants." Arthur had many more reasons why he didn't like the French but he was supposed to stay calm.
"You don't even know him…" started Alfred only to be interrupted.
"It doesn't matter he's a frog!" he snapped feeling his anger rise again.
The waiter coughed to gain their attention. He was supposed to make sure they didn't want wine when their food was nearly done cooking and he was afraid too. "Would you like some wine with your…"
"Hell no! Sod off you twat!" Arthur couldn't help but say raising his voice and gaining the attention of some of the neighboring tables. The waiter instantly turned around hoping he wouldn't continue and nearly dived behind the safety of the kitchen doors. Arthur glared at the man before turning to Alfred seeing that he was pushing it.
"Could've just said 'no'." the American pointed out starting on his fourth drink. Arthur growled a bit and picked his tea back up to drink.
Francis was moving around the kitchen making sure everything was good, clean; occasionally add a spice to something, and making the two dishes for the table that has captured his attention. Since all his concentration was on the food, he nearly jumped as he was tapped on the shoulder. He looked back at the waiter feeling bad because it looked like he got yelled at. "Do you need my help mon cher~?" he asked.
"No, but, I might, he got so angry at the mention of wine." he nearly cried out. Francis patted his shoulder lightly to assure him it'll be alright. "He acts like he knows you." he added.
"Well then, we'll just have to see about that." he smirked coming up with the perfect plan while he was away.
Arthur was enjoying his stay actually as long as he didn't think about the frog tainting his meal. Alfred and him talked about the next gig and what songs he should play. Alfred was enjoying his stay as long as Arthur didn't get angry of course because then he would have to calm him down. "Do you at least still like it here?" asked Alfred hoping he didn't mess up like usual.
Arthur looked around before putting his attention back on Alfred. "It's fine actually I just don't like the fact of a frog working here." he explained for the fiftieth time.
The American sighed and saw their waiter coming from the kitchen. His eyes spotted the bottle of wine but figured someone else ordered it but felt his heart drop seeing him come toward them. What is he doing? He looked over at Arthur already knowing his contempt for the drink and wondered why in the world the waiter was bringing it to them.
"The Chef has gifted you gentlemen a bottle of wine." declared the waiter catching the attention of Arthur earning a dark glare.
"Take it back." he growled not going to accept anything from the Frenchman.
"But it's…" started the waiter hating being the pawn in this but Francis had assured him everything was going to be alright.
"I don't care! I will not accept anything from that wine bastard!" he yelled making the move to get up this time but was stopped by a rather hard kick at his leg.
"We'll keep it, thank you." smiled Alfred using his winning smile. That was the same smile that gave Arthur the confidence that he could trust him when he started his career. The waiter seemed to instantly relax setting the bottle closer to the American. Arthur shot him a death glare as he moved the bottle of wine away from him to the other side of the table.
Francis watched the whole exchange and couldn't help but smile knowing that this was going to be fun. He normally didn't leave the kitchen unless there was trouble but he felt it was needed this time. He took off his hat and tied his hair back with his ribbon before changing into waiter attire. The food for the table with the normally angry Brit got done and was ready to leave the kitchen. Francis scooped up the platter smiling at the shocked waiter who was now scared of what he was doing as he walked out into the dining area.
"Good evening sirs." greeted Francis with a perfect English accent. He set the food down smiling at them.
"Awesome! Food is here!" exclaimed the 'calm' one.
The other turned up his nose even though he could tell that the aroma definitely caught his attention. "I am sorry, but the other waiter had to leave." he explained.
"Did the frog touch this?" Arthur asked looking at him. Francis had planned on answering right away but he couldn't help but stare into the deep emerald eyes that were now boring into him. He wasn't even daunted by the fact that he had abnormally, or rather, the real set of eyebrows that plague Englishmen. The new waiter, for some odd reason, caught his eye. His hair had to be pretty damn soft and if he wouldn't have spoken he could've easily have passed as a woman.
"Hey! This food… is great!" Alfred exclaimed talking between bites quickly eating the burger.
Arthur tore his eyes away from the new waiter and finally tried a bite of the food. Great, was an understatement. To him there really was no explanation or word to define what he had just eaten. It was exceptionally better than he had ever had here before. There's no way the frog made this.
Francis's eyes brightened seeing the reaction from both of the men. "It seems you guys have enjoyed my cooking non?" he asked smiling widely letting his French accent slip through this time. Well, two very different things happened all at once. On one side of the table, it was pure delight because Alfred was smiling widely glad that he could thank the cook that prepared him such an awesome meal. However, that was short lived as to what happened on the other side of the table. What used to be a calm, docile Englishman suddenly became enraged as he dropped his fork and glared at the waiter, or otherwise known as frog in his mind. Francis blinked at the sudden change in behavior and thought for a millisecond that he was actually going to be mauled by the smaller man.
"You're the frog plaguing this place?" started Arthur.
"Fr…" started Francis not even knowing this man yet he was already calling him names and by the looks of it, he wouldn't stop so he had to come up with something, something fast.
"You could've poisoned it for all I know…" he said getting up quickly to see that he was even shorter than this man as well only making him more furious.
"Mon chérie~." Francis interrupted putting a hand on his shoulder earning a harder glare from the man. "Francis Bonnefoy." he smiled holding his hand out to be shook as he removed the other from his shoulder.
This caught the Brit completely off guard because he would have never expected a Frenchman to have manners, as in, not trying to get into his pants. Of course he was still cautious however as he took his hand and shook it. "Arthur Kirkland." he said without realizing that they had created a scene and there just happened to be paparazzi that somehow knew that he was here nearby. He had heard the exchange since the neighboring tables quieted and began to take out his camera as quickly as he could while the conversation continued.
"So, did you like my food?" he asked smiling a bit as he let go happy to see the other sit down again but not as happy as the man across from him looked like he was ready to begin dragging him out of the restaurant. Arthur was no way in hell going to admit that to him and continued eating anyway. "It looks like you do." he smiled bending down close to his face. The Englishman froze in mid bite as he felt pressure on his cheek and a camera flash. Before anyone knew Francis was on the ground with Arthur on top of him.
Arthur was about to get ready to start pummeling in that smug French face before he felt himself being easily pulled back. He looked back and saw Alfred looking furious, disappointed, and trying to pull off his winning smile so it looks a lot less worse than what it really was. The American began dragging him out telling everyone that it was alright, nothing to see, and he noticed that there was a lot flashes from a camera. That's when he realized his hat was gone. He quickly looked around to cover his identity starting to see recognition in the eyes as they passed.
Francis stood up holding his hat surprised to see that he had about the same color of hair as he did, blonde, messy, and short. It fits his fiery attitude. He smirked as he was spotted by Arthur seeing his frantic expression turn dark. "Don't worry mon petit lapin, I will return your hat~!" he yelled to assure the Brit but it only seemed to infuriate the man further as he was pulled into a taxi to leave. Smiling widely he turned around having a man with a camera attack him with questions and all he did was ignore him to head back into the kitchen to make sure it hasn't started on fire. He spun the hat on his hand thinking of how nice it would be to see Arthur again.
Alfred was stuck all the way on the other side of the taxi nearly hugging the side because he was, for once scared at how Arthur was acting. He was infuriated beyond what he has even seen while he was drunk. There were no words to describe at how much he apparently wanted to maim, cook, and just plain destroy Francis. "How dare that frog kiss me…"
"He kissed you on the cheek." Alfred pointed out only to get an icy glare thrown at him.
"How dare he take my hat? I needed that for my disguise and now people know I was there! Bloody fucking hell!" he continued to yell wringing his hands together and wishing he could go back and knock his lights out. I should've known that was him, he even smelled French. What with that… rose perfume, how fucking girly!
Francis smiled as he helped clean up the kitchen keeping an eye on the hat that would bring more fun in the future. He felt his shoulder being tapped and looked around seeing the guy who wanted to ask him questions earlier. "You're the Chef here?" he asked.
"Oui, that I am." he smiled wondering if this was the first interview to make the restaurant even more popular.
"How do you know Arthur Kirkland?"
Sorry if the update seemed kind of long I had a really big exam and a lot of Movie Production stuff to worry about. The next update should be a little sooner since there's a vacation this weekend. Thank you for waiting~!
