AN: Heylo everybody, it's Dr. Nick! So new chapter down(obviously) and I somehow ended up with three songs in this chapter when I only wanted one, really. Ah well. Just a quick note, any songs by any member of Arthur and the Axels is supposed to be sung with a Greenday like punk rock tone. But it's ABBA, you say? Swedish flower power girl bands can't be punk rock, you say? Too bad! If you have a problem, take it up with the Kirklands! Enjoy!
The men followed their guide, Peter, through the most secluded part of the hotel. Branches gave them slaps along their bodies.
"So dude, are we going anywhere specific or just enjoying Greece?" Alfred questioned. Peter sighed.
"For the last time Mr. Jones, we are going to your rooms, it's just a long walk," he said for the hundredth time.
Arthur sat in between Matthew and Feliks, all three already drunk off the expensive wine the Pole had brought. Arthur stood, his legs wobbling around under him.
"Bleeding hell, I've got to go. I've got a crack in my hotel!" He yelled as he tried to run out of the room. Feliks's arm wrapped around his waist.
"You should, like, stay," he said, flipping his hair with his hand. The Brit thought about it, he could spare sometime with his friends. The blonde stumbled back onto the ancient couch.
"Honey, honestly with these surroundings, do you, like, want money? I could totally give you some," said Feliks. Matt nodded in agreement.
"I could spare a few hundred for you, Arthur. Do you need it?" asked the Canadian. Arthur shook his head.
"Oh, I'm fine. I could use a bit more but I'm fine," he explained. The polish man sighed.
"But, are you, like, being taken care of?" he forced on. The green eyed hotel owner raised an unmaintained eyebrow.
"What's that supposed to mean, Feliks?" he asked. Matthew giggled into his hand.
"Are you getting some?" replied Matthew. Arthur's grin expanded largely as he straddled his drill.
"Oh! You mean some of this," he stopped, flaring on his drill and causing hard chortles from his pals, "up my rear?" He pushed the gun down, switching it off.
"No, who needs it? I'm done with all that nonsense," Art said, chugging down some more wine.
Finally, they got to the stair case that led to an old boat house. The men took in the surroundings.
"Um, where are our actuar rooms?" asked Kiku. Francis chuckled.
"This is the room, mon ami*," he stated with a bemused grin. The "room" was just a boathouse, dust clinging to every inch with one blown up bed and the other two ready for inflation.
"So dude, can we please PLEASE see Artie now? I miss his eyebrows," whined the American. Peter gave them his signature lip bite.
"Mydaddoesn'tknowyourherebecauseIsentthe invites!" he screamed. All three men face palmed deeply.
"Hold up man, then I can't be here. Your dad told me I was banned from all of Greece the last time I saw him," stated Alfred.
"I think it would be best to arr reave. Arthur obviousry wouldn't want us here," breathed out the Asian sadly. Peter's eyes felt misty.
"No! Come on guys, it's been twenty years since my dad last saw you all. I'm sure he will be really excited to see you guys," Peter cheered. The Frenchman nodded.
"It's a grande aventure**! And besides, my boat is the only way you're getting out of here and I'm not letting you use it," Francis sung out gleefully.
"I guess we will be staying then," groaned Alfred.
"I mean, if you all came across the globe for a wedding of a couple you've never meet, my father must've been special to you guys. It's like a siren call," said Peter. All of the men blushed, Kiku most deeply. A hum ran through the room, caused by Arthur. He was downstairs. The guests shot up hopefully.
"Wait! No, not yet," Peter shouted, managing to push all of them back down, "Okay, I have to leave but . . . ah . . . stay here. Do NOT let anyone know you're here, promise?"
"Promise!" exclaimed Alfred, making a cross over his heart.
"But of course. Promise," whispered Francis.
"I will probably regret it rater but I promise," sighed Kiku. Peter smiled and began to board up the windows. As Peter jumped from the room, Arthur heard the footsteps above him and went to check out his loft. As he went to push up on the door, he quickly retreated, his heart stopping for almost long enough to kill him. They were there, all of them, in the same room, talking none the less. He peaked up again through a crack in the wood. It was like looking into the past. He noticed the stern Japanese man first.
"Kiku," He muttered to himself. His eyes flashed to the man lounging on the only bed in the room, said man scratching his beginning of a beard thoughtfully.
"F-francis," he stuttered quietly. And the last was the worst of all. An American was barking orders at the other two men and doing no work on the beds himself. Arthur couldn't muster his name, simply gasping. He jumped off the stairs, pacing the lower level of the boat house.
I was cheated by you and I think you know when.
So I made up my mind, it must come to an end.
He rushed outside, throwing himself against a wall and shaking.
Look at me now, will I ever learn?
Arthur's mind flooded with memories of summers based and smirked to himself but stopped when he remembered the circumstances.
I don't know how but I suddenly lose control
There's a fire within my soul
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything
In a split decision, Arthur grabbed on to the ladder next to him and climbed to the roof.
Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again
My My, just how much I've missed you?
Yes, I've been broken-hearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
Arthur stared at the door down to where is ex-lovers were. He stomped towards it, causing Alfred, Francis, and Kiku to look for a source of the noise.
Mamma mia, now I really know
My my, I should not have let you go
I was angry and sad when I knew we were through
I can't count all the times I have cried over you
Look at me now
Will I ever learn
The Brit sighed, lying down next to the door, overcome with conflicting ideas and feelings.
I don't know how
But I suddenly lose control
There's a fire within my soul.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
He tentatively brushed his hand against the handle but yanked it away as a fast as it got there.
One more look and I forget everything
Arthur stood up, almost falling off the roof. A crowd of the nosy Greeks he called a staff appeared around. God, they were so . . . Greek . . .
Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again
My, my, just how much I've missed you?
With the workers watching, Arthur approached the door again, unsure if he was happy or angry with it.
Yes, I've been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
A taller, sea-eyed man in the crowd with a cat on his shoulder pushed his way forward and pried open the door. The middle aged gent in the center of it all dropped to his knees in front of it.
Mamma mia, now I really know
My my, I should not have let you go
With a small tap on the shoulder from the tall Greek, Arthur fell through the door without time to even ask 'What in bleeding fuck's name do you want?' and splatted face down in to the room and on an air mattress, effectively deflating it. As his head rose, green meet brown and he was face to face with Kiku Honda, an air hose still in said Asian man's mouth.
"Wow, Artie! That was awesome man!" Alfred said in regards to the falling in of Arthur.
"This better be some dream," he whimpered, propping himself up on the deflated bed.
"Want a pinch, my love?" asked Francis, extending a hand. With simply no idea what else to do, Arthur just plain out laughed.
"Oh god, of course you would do that. Francis!" He smiled out. Kiku grinned very shyly.
"You haven't aged a day, Arthur-san," he said softly.
"Kiku Fucking Honda!" yelled Arthur, basically insane by this point but his senses snapped back soon.
"Why are you here? What bleeding hell is happening to me?" he shouted at them.
"I uh," stuttered Francis, the others just frozen.
"Wait, who told any of you this arrangement is okay? I have no room for you yankers right now!" The former punk rocker hollered on.
"Art, please, let us stay. You know what this island means to me," said Alfred in his classic charming way. His eyes locked with Arthur's intensely, but the English man pulled away.
"NO! There is a wedding going on here for a . . . a, uh, local bloke. Now out with you!" Arthur screamed and with that great note, he began to leave.
"It's great to see you," all three in the boathouse said in unison. Arthur stood with his mouth open for a second then closed it, but not without releasing a scream of rage. He stormed out dramatically.
"Well men, to the boat!" stated Francis.
A Lithuanian waiter licked his lips as he looked as Feliks. The Pole laughed.
"I'm, like, a cougar, but not that much," he stated, sipping on his margarita.
"But I'm 25! I'm not that young!" yelled the waiter, Toris, as said on his name tag. Feliks's eyes widened.
"I could, like, totally be your dad! Like, no, we can't date," he explained. The Canadian drinking his beer next to him rolled his eyes.
"You could be his granddad, Fel," he said with an amusement in his voice. Their little age discussion was interrupted by a frantic Brit. Arthur ran up in between them.
"Oh god, where is my Peter?" he asked the bartender.
"He's down on the beach," responded Toris. Arthur started to breathe heavily. Feliks and Matthew turned towards him.
"Like, what's wrong?" pondered the Polish man. Arthur didn't respond, simply running off to the bathrooms, a crying mess. His odd pair friends raced after him.
"Art!" shouted Matthew. They knocked on the stall and received pathetic wails in return. The Canadian jabbed his polish friend in the ribs, in an attempt to make him sing. The song was commonly used when they used to try to charm people into sex and was meant for women but it would have to do.
Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong started Matthew.
I have never seen such sorrow added the Pole. They joined into one chorus.
In your eyes
and the wedding is tomorrow
They stepped in front of the stall, Feliks on top of Matt's back.
How I hate to see you like this
Poland said this line and observed the cigarette in Arthur's hands and hesitated to sing more. As far as he knew, the Brit had quit the cancer sticks ages ago. Matthew removed his body from under Feliks, leaving the man dangling on the door and stood up Arthur, tossing his newly lit smoke in the toilet.
There is no way you can deny it
I can see
That you're oh so sad, so quiet
Arthur threw open the stall door, evidently slamming his Polish pal into the wall in the process. He ran to the large mirror, adjusting himself in it but the tears would not stop.
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
I'm a shoulder you can cry on
Your best friend
Matthew and Feliks got on each side of Arthur, supporting him. Arthur sighed, leaning his head on Matthew's shoulder.
I'm the one you must rely on
You were always sure of yourself
Now I see
You've broken a feather
I hope
We can patch it up together
Chiquitita
You and I know
Feliks filled his hands with pills from his man purse (although it's almost too feminine to have man in the title) and placed them in Arthur's mouth. The Brit dry swallowed as best as he could but nearly choked. Matthew took out his pocket sized bottle of maple syrup, handing it to Arthur for him to take a chug, which he gladly did.
How the heartaches come and they go
And the scars they're leavin'
You'll be dancin' once again
And the pain will end
You will have no time for grievin'
Chiquitita
You and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky
And shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more
Like you did before
Sing a new song
Arthur grabbed Matthew's beer, gulping down the remaining half. He sang the last notes of the song.
Chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song
Chiquitita
"Oh bloody hell, they're back!" he whimpered.
"Who's back?" asked the glasses bearing Canadian.
"Peter's dad," Arthur started, pausing to suck in a big breath of air, "You know how I used to say it was for sure the git who left me for the Russian, Alfred?" The men nodded in recognition.
"Well I'm not entirely sure now because there were two other men who I was . . . with . . . around the same time," he explained embarrassedly. Feliks smirked playfully.
"You're, like, so shady now!" there was a slight pause, "Good job, Mr. Arthur Kirkland!"
"How come you never told me, ay?" Matthew said in a hurt manor.
"I didn't think it mattered. Until they all popped up out of nowhere in my fucking boathouse!" the English man screeched, throwing his head in between his legs. Matthew and Feliks smiled at each other.
"Ah, excuse us," said the blue eyed blonde as they raced towards the boathouse. Arthur perked up at the exit and chased after them, trying to stop the forceful pair. They all arrived in the boat house, climbing the ladder to check for Arthur's suitors. The room was surprisingly vacant.
"Well . . . I guess they left," stated Arthur in shock.
"Are sure they were, like, even here?" asked Feliks. The green eyed man nodded feverishly.
"I would remember my own son's fathers!" he responded, "They were all here. Alfred Jones, Francis Bonnefoy, and Kiku Honda."
"Such multicultural men, Art," stated the Canadian. Arthur gave him a shove and paced down the stairs.
"I'm assuming they all got on Francis's boat and left. Good riddance, I say," rattled Arthur as he exited the house.
"I can't believe they would come here. It's like some fate trick," he muttered. The Greek man with the cats laughed loudly at the statement. Arthur whipped around, glaring at him. He immediately stopped and went back to sweeping.
Arthur paced in his room.
"Oh god, what if Peter finds out? This is it. They've all come back to destroy my son's wedding," he mumbled, biting on his thumb.
"I think Peter would, like, totally be cool with it," said Feliks. Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Calm down, Art. The vicious men have left your island," said Matt in a joking tone. Arthur's eye brow twitched.
"But we don't know that! If I don't know why they're here, how can I know they've left!" he explained harshly but then softened into sadness, "It's my entire fault. If I hadn't been a first class whore in my teen years, none of this would be happening!"
"You're beginning to sound like your parents, Art," said Matthew with a grin. Arthur slammed his fist down.
"I don't!" he yelled back at his friends.
"Come one, you have totally been living like a nun. Whatever happened to, like, punk rock Arthur?" asked Feliks as he slipped an old leather jacket onto Arthur's shoulders.
"Yeah!" said Matthew in agreement as buttoned a "FUCK YOU" pin on Arthur's shirt.
"Well, I grew up and you idiots didn't!" Arthur said in annoyance. Feliks and Matthew began to shake their hips and sing a beat.
You can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
See that guy
Arthur tossed of the jacket angrily.
Watch that scene
Diggin' the dancing king
Arthur jumped in to the bed, tossing a pillow over his head. As he pulled the pillow away, he instantly regretted it. Matthew and Feliks were holding his vibrator and dildo respectively and singing into them.
Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for a place to go
Where they play the right music
Getting in the swing
You come to look for your co-king
For some reason, Matthew deemed this time appropriate to grab his crouch and had begun rocking wildly.
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music
Everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance
Arthur began rock to the beat, tossing the jacket back on.
You are the dancing king
Young and sweet
Only seventeen
Dancing king
Feel the beat from the air guitar
You can dance
Arthur jumped dramatically off the bed, grabbing his hair brush and singing along.
You can jive
Having the time of your life
See that guy
Watch that scene
Diggin' the dancing king
The trio slid down the stairs, the Canadian hitting his crouch roughly as he did so. They pranced out through the courtyard, attracting some stares from the staff. Arthur approached a young waiter, Spanish by the looks of it, and wrapped his arms around the young man's neck, flustering said barkeep. He pushed his face a bit closer to the man while Matthew and Feliks picked up his forgotten lyrics.
You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave 'em burning and then you're gone
Arthur recoiled his arms, playfully blowing a kiss at the waiter. As the Brit and his friends continued on, the waiter chased after, followed by the crowd of Greeks that seemed to do nothing but stay in step behind important events in their boss's life.
Looking out for another
Anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance
You are the dancing king
Young and sweet
Only seventeen
Dancing king
Feel the beat from the air guitar
You can dance
The crowd stepped excitedly on to the boardwalk, each step a boom with the mass amount of people.
You can jive
Having the time of your life
See that guy
Watch that scene
Diggin' the dancing king
See that guy
Watch that scene
Diggin' the dancing king
There was a moment of hesitation before Matthew and Feliks took hold of Arthur's hands and yanked him into the water. A loud splash was heard, shortly trailed by a shrill, British shriek. Three blonde heads popped up, two filled with cheer and one with anger.
"You wankers! That was reckless, ridiculous, dangerous, and . . ." Arthur paused, leaving his friends to fear the worst. To everyone's surprise, he grinned foolishly.
"We should do that again! It's quite a rad time," the English man stated, swimming back to the dock. The Pole and the Canadian exchanged confused glances but swam happily along anyways. They had their old Arthur back.
*mon ami- my friend
**grande aventure- grand adventure
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