" So he's nice!" Arthur could just sit there as France took a sip from a glass of water. He had just finished listening to Francis explanation of his experience touring Matthew around the school. Let's just say, Arthur's tea had been boiling when he started and it know was as cold as ice.
"He's nice? After that description that was longer than any book series I've read, you call him nice?" Arthur could not comprehend how his friend, the so called "love expert" had just pulled such a move. But then he did.
Arthur looked as Francis cheeks had turned pink.
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" Hahahahahahahahahaa ha ha" Arthur was having difficulty breathing, he wiped his tears, took a look at Francis before having another laughter attack.
"Are you done?" Francis said very annoyed.
Arthur held up a finger as he tried to catch his breath. Standing straight up, he cleared his throat,
"S-sorry. It's just...You always were all about "love" and here you are, a blushing mess!" Arthur said chuckling. Francis glared at Arthur but this went unnoticed.
"Shut up"
"Oh Francis, how does it feel being on the other side?"
Arthur walked back to the kitchen, grabbing a cookie and putting it on his lips, he turned around just to meet Francis eyes. Both of their faces were just a few inches apart.
"At least I'm honest" Francis smirked.
"I don't know what you are talking about"
"But you do"
Arthur gritted his teeth and exclaimed,
"Fine! I do like him! He's a stupid, irresponsible, lovable, sexy, smart, cheeky idiot and i love him. Is that enough for you?!"
Arthur crossed his arms over his chest as his face flushed a bright red.
"See, was that so hard?"
"Go to hell"
Francis laughed before a smirk made it to his face.
"What if I proposed you a deal?"
Arthur grumbled a response that he was listening.
"Since the both us seemed to be in a situation and I just love seeing that angry pouty face of yours. I'd say we should try to win them over. The first one to get a kiss from the boy wins. The loser will have to treat them to a dinner."
"Francis...You know that I'm-'
"and the loser will be the winner's slave for a whole week"
Arthur smirked as he grabbed another cookie.
"Alright frog. I accept"
Francis suddenly leaned forward and took a bite from the cookie Arthur had in his mouth. The Brit immediately stepped back. He saw Francis smirking as he chewed.
"You cheeky bastard"
"So, how did your little play date with Francis go Mattie?" Alfred asked as his brother came out of the bathroom. The Canadian quickly turned around, not showing his face to Alfred.
" It wasn't a date Al."
"Yeah right"
The Canadian sighed before a small grin made it to his lips.
"What about you and Arthur?"
Alfred froze up before he put on a nervous smile.
"What about Artie?"
The Canadian sat on the bed beside his brother.
"I saw you share looks with him in class, and Francis told me about your ice cream date"
Alfred blushed murmuring "It wasn't a date"
"Really?Because that smile tells another story"
Alfred felt the corners of his lips turn upwards.
"Fine, I do like him but you like Francis" Alfred admitted.
Now it was Matthew's turn to blush.
"Dude! Your face is the same color as your country"s flag"
"Go to bed Alfred"
Matthew tried to stand up but Alfred wrapped his arm around him.
"Don't worry bro! We'll be in love together"
"Al!"