Okaaay, this a really short chapter and I apologize. The original version I thought wasn't too well written, so I redid this (If you'd like to the original and see it for yourself you can visit my deviantart page : .com in my gallery.) it's chapter two to this story.

Side parings I guess (WHOOPS).

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It had been years since Arthur had contacted anyone from his high school life, and once he graduated, he vowed not too. Well, except Francis, but that was practically non con.
So it would make sense for him to be so secluded from all of his past friends. It was a splendid isolation for him.
But, as he drove into work with his tea in his right hand, his phone rang.
It was so early.
Glancing toward his phone on the passengers seat, the contact name was; Francis.
He growled and told himself to ignore it.
However, his heart would ache with a faint guilt if he didn't. And it'd bother him all day.
"what," he snapped picking it up. It hurt to talk to him, ever since the incident.
"so mean! No, 'hello, love?'"
The Brit was unamused so he didn't respond. "alright, alright, listen. That young man you saw Alfred, earlier that day, he wants to set up a day to meet you."
Arthur blinked, Alfred then. That paint covered young man? He felt a faint flush creep into his cheeks, but at one glance at his opened, messy schedule...
"I don't have time to meet with kids, Francis. I can't, and who has the-"
"shut up. He wants to meet you, why not do it? I don't want to hear the same excuse you used on me used towards him, understand?"
Arthur flinched at the other end. Francis's tone being deep, mean, and commanding. "Alfred is a good man. Not a 'boy,' and you can meet him for business purposes, can't you?"
"I-I guess so...my apartment could use some pieces of art."
"good. When are you free?" Arthur set his tea aside and quickly picked through his schedule, attempting to keep his eyes on the road the same time. He really didn't need another ticket.
"tomorrow afternoon, from 2 to 3."
"yay! Alfred will be so 'appy!" Francis grinned, Arthur could practically see it now. "and Arthur."
"yes, frog?" he snarled. He was just pulling into the companies driveway and could already see his boss, red faced and enraged at his office door.
"smile, okay?"
Arthur blinked.
"Francis what do you-?"
The line was already dead.
Arthur dropped his phone and glanced a few times toward it as he pulled into his parking space.
'smile.'
He smiled! A lot! With Michelle! His Seychelles fiancé, didn't he?
Then again, was it genuine?
As he stepped out of his car and wandered to the entrance to his company, he tried to remember the last time he smiled.

-

"Alfred, Alfred hey!" a soft voice was awakening the artist from his deep sleep. "alfred!"
The voice was angry, maybe if Alfred said nothing it would go away.
"Alfred, oh for gods sake,"
The tired blond grinned in his sleep as the footsteps stomped away.
However, they came back, louder and angrier. His grin vanished, so he turned to face up on his back to attempt to please the angry man.
Then something wet and cold was covering his entire upper body.
"yah! Mattie! Mattie! The roof caved in! My art! Mattie-!"
His younger twin matthew was standing with his legs spread and arms crossed with a scowl on his face. "what? Mattie! So not cool! Aw, that was my good brush water." he whined, his twin still unamused. "what?"
"Francis has been trying to call you for the past 2 hours, didn't you hear your phone?"
"umm...no. Speaking of which where is that little son of a bitch?" Alfred furrowed his eyebrows and adjusted his glasses, he stood up and winced at the sharp pain in his back. He really should stop sleeping on the floor... "did he call you or something?"
"yes. Here," Matthew thrusted his phone into Alfred's hands, alfred blinking at the twins roughness. "he's on the line now."
"Jesus Mattie, what's up with you?" Alfred pouted.
"just tired." with that his little twin stomped out of the room, Alfred shrugging and placing the phone to his ear.
"hay, Francis!"
"'allo, you should really keep track of your phone."
"whatever, bro! Don't tell me what to do!"
Francis chuckled before continuing his call.
"well, I've got some good news for you, Arthur 'as agreed to meet you! Tomorrow at 2 to 3!"
Alfred leapt up in excitement, his heart fluttering.
"fuck yes!"
"ah, glad you are 'appy! 'e'll be there, and uh...one last thing."
"hm?" Alfred paused his bouncing.
"two things actually, one, I told him this was for business-but wait!-it was because he refused to meet with you without a reason. 'e's cruel like that. And two," Alfred frowned. Was he that kind of person? Really? "make him smile."
"smile? But I've seen him-"
"just trust me, okay? Introduce him to fun for a change." Francis seemed melancholic on the other end, and Alfred didn't want to pry.
"okay. I will."
"good. Ah, I must go! I've got a customer! À revoir!"
"see ya!" once Francis hung up, Alfred flicked his brothers phone closed and rushed up stairs excitedly to tell Matthew the great news.
His twin was making pancakes with a small smile on his face and he hummed a familiar tune. Alfred decided to be mean, so he snuck up behind his brother and grabbed his shoulder.
"eeyuaa!" his brother shrieked and flew back, pancake batter splattering all over their tiny kitchen. "fuck! Alfred! Why'd you do that?"
"hahaha! Cus I'm so excited! Oh, here's your phone." Alfred set aside his brothers phone and was grinning like a mad man. "Arthur and I are meeting up tomorrow!"
"oh! That's great, Al! When?"
"2 through 3! I can't believe I'm going to meet him! I bet he's foreign, oh! I bet he's-!"
"al wait!" Alfred paused his rant to pout at his brother. "you have three projects to do by tomorrow. Aren't you done with some?"
Alfred stopped.
"oh shit. You're right! Fuck! I totally forgot! I have one done and the other halfway.."
"al, you need to stop procrastinating!" matthew shouted, rushing and grabbing his car keys. "you needed supplies! I'll get them to you! What do you need?"
"uh...shit I'll text you the list!" Alfred scrambled down into his art wing again, knowing that as he pulled out his second project, he wasn't sleeping tonight.