A/N: Hey, I know it has been forever since I posted I have been really busy, just ask any one of my buds! I am so sorry though I hope this is worth the wait (which it is probably not) and if not don't kill me! My computer lost what I typed of what I had so I had to rethink of what I typed and when it's been a few months, you can't remember that much but I did and tried so here is chapter three. By the way, I spread the paragraphs out more so it is easier to read enjoy~!
After classes, Alfred (and Matt) invited Francis and Arthur to their room for the rest of the day to hang out. Right when they enter, you can tell which side belonged to whom. And an awful smell emitted from one or both of their sides.
Alfred's was the one that had little shelves filled with comic books and action figures of superheroes and posters showing his 'Patriotic Pride' and saying 'I WANT YOU' and with his American flag boxers in a mess on the floor with his other unpacked belongings tossed everywhere.
Mattie's side was clean…-er. He had some posters of hockey players, a few hockey trophies, his hockey stick hung up, and his bed was made. But, there was a bottle of maple syrup on the desk with his bear, Kumajiro sitting on his bed with a Canadian flag. On top of that, it oddly smelt of pancakes. Yet both had dirty laundry and trash loosely jumbled on the floor.
Arthur picked to sit on the neatly made bed of Matt while there. Francis was trying hard not to sit on anything sticky or dirty. The twins decided to sit on Al's bed, much to Matt's distaste.
"SO what do you guys think of the room! Fit for a HERO like me right!" Alfred says with excitement and not much of a question and as a statement. Arthur rolled his eyes at the ignorance of his friend as he continued to ramble on. "And how lucky am I to get my brother as a roommate! This year is going to be AWESOME!"
With that Matt let out a simple sigh of discomfort, shifting positions as well. This only led to a conversation that only Arthur wanted to avoid.
"Well, you two are lucky, for I have to room with a Spaniard and an albino with too many birds. How about you, mon ami*?" Francis over dramatized, pointing to Arthur for an answer.
This only made Matt roll his eyes. The exact reason why he broke up with Francis was due to his habit of cheating on him the whole nine months they were together, so he just had it, and called it off. Francis only was depressed for months before Matt's passiveness caught up with him, allowing him to forgive him.
"Uhhhh I rather not say that information at the moment, especially not to you frog!" Arthur said with much agitation in his voice. Since the incident the first (not official day) of school with Yao, he didn't want his friends to worry about him that much or do anything they will regret later.
"Aw come on Iggy, tell us! TELL TELL TELL!" Alfred says with excitement in his voice.
"NO! And I told you multiple times not to call me by that infernal nickname!" Arthur scolded Alfred. Again, on the topic, and multiple times after seeing his fridge stocked with microwavable burgers. Matthew smiled, as everything seemed normal to him.
"But Arthur, would y-you mind me asking who your roommate is, we really are curious." Matt said in a small voice after the argument on whether burgers were healthy or not between the Brit and Yankee.
"Would you please mon cher*." Francis said seductively, again.
Taking a deep breath and muttering to himself, Arthur said yes which only caused the whole room to look at him waiting for an answer. This only added on to his discomfort.
"My roommate is XXXXX*, okay." Arthur managed to get out, not realizing he was mumbling.
"What did you say dude?" Alfred asked.
"I said my roommate is XXXXXX*!" trailing off once more into nothing but a whisper in the end"
"I am sorry mon ami*, but I do not know a XXXXXX" Francis said mimicking his friend.
After taking a deep breath trying to relax, he decided he should maybe get the question over with and answered. So slowly he completed the answer in a whisper.
"Yao Wang" he finally said so small and little, he could have sworn it was quieter than Matthew and hoped no one would hear. Unfortunately that did not come true.
When he scanned the looks on the faces around the room, he sensed tension building again.
Francis looked shocked, with nothing to say and had a frozen look on his face, staring blankly into space.
Matthew just stayed quiet, but looked more uncomfortable and holding a tighter grip on Kumajiro, who was now in his lap and not on the bed. He was clearly scanning the look on his brother's face.
Alfred was quiet for once, which was never a good sign. Even when he is sick or got bad news he is never quiet. It was almost a warning sign.
Mon cher- my dear
Mon ami- my friend
XXX- I used X's to fill in where it was mumbled and well heard except the words.
A/N- Yep this is close enough as a cliff hanger as it is going to get so far, and very short I know and it must have so many mistakes at the moment I will edit (or send to my editor) later but enjoy for now I will try writing more so please forgive me and my absence from this story, which is my fail to crank it out of me, again so very sorry.
Side note- I was going to instead have Arthur say his roommate's name through a temper but switched it.
