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Chapter 2: The Dinner Date Accident

"Wow that wasn't creepy at all." I say reading what he wrote. "I have to make the story interesting don't I? And West has this secret stash of porn so I'm pretty sure he probably has weird sexual fantasies." Gilbert replies. "Bro Francis once told me he caught Arthur reading porn during a Student Council meeting." "Oh god that's rich, I thought West was the only one trying to hide the fact that he's just as sexually involved as the rest of us." I let out a chuckle. "I still don't get what the compliment argument thing was about." He continues. "Well Arthur is a…tsundere? Kiku was telling me about anime tropes since I really got into Naruto, and I asked about Sasuke." "What the hell is that?" "It's a person who is mean to a person they like because they don't want their feelings hurt. They're generally cold to protect their soft feelings." "Weird." "I think it's odd that they would even go for each other. I mean Ludwig seems like a straight forward guy and Artie's all over the place." "No you are so wrong. West doesn't know shit about feelings in general. He needs step by step instructions to understand. And there is no understanding Arthur." "Francis has come pretty close." I remind him. "Anyway, how's that whole Elizaveta thing working out?" I say changing the subject. "She is in denial about wanting the awesome me, I think she might be one of those tsundere types too. " "How? Isn't she currently dating Roderich?" "Technicalities. He's obviously just a stand in." He says waving me off. "Whatever you say." "Just tell me your stupid piece already." "Jeez Gil it's not that serious. Anyway it started the Monday after the dinner."

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Alfred was at his locker getting his stuff when his usually angry friend came up to talk to him. It was the end of the day."Alfred I am in in sort of a predicament." "What happened is it about that dinner date thing you and Ludwig had Friday?" "It was not a date. I just wanted to apologize for my misconduct." "Sure." Alfred says with the roll of his eyes. "Anyway it was about that. I don't really know what to do now. I feel sort of weird and embarrassed." "Tell me the deets." Alfred says suddenly really interested.

See Arthur gets irritated easily. And everyone else likes to bother him to get him riled up, Alfred is also guilty of doing so. Though some people do so on accident as Arthur believes incompetence and ignorance are infuriating and frustrating. Arthur has often said he is surrounded by idiots; so he enjoys his glorious isolation, as he once told Alfred. Alfred found the boy much too fun to let go of, as he is hilarious when ticked off. But when he's not doing that he just hangs out with him like a normal person because he's actually kind of interesting. They look out for each other and all of Arthur's hobbies aren't boring (punk rock for example). Ludwig was one of the few people that managed not to get on his nerves by being around him. It took him by surprise he was not ribbing him with the compliment as so many of his classmates had done in the past. The argument was so pointless, so petty over a compliment taken out of context. So he decided to take Ludwig out to dinner to apologize and that's what he did.

Arthur set up reservations at this steak house that was down the street from the school. It was casual attire but since they weren't on a date they kept on their school uniforms. Arthur knocked on Ludwig and Gilbert's dorm when they got out of class Friday. He tried to comb his unruly hair but to no avail. Wait what? This wasn't a date he didn't have to spruce himself up for that muscle head. He heard moving around before Gilbert opened the door. "Kesesesese. You're here for you and West's date right?" "This isn't a date!" "Ok mister short fuse it's not a date." He says with a smirk. " Where is your brother Gilbert?" "Whoa ho ho ho hold your horses mister hot pants. We need to have a talk before you just start going out with my little brother." "We're not going out!" "Whatever but just know your boundaries alright tiny thunder." Arthur was on his last strand of composure, he was actually trying to be nice for once could he get through one evening without teasing? "Gilbert I don't have the patience for your games!" "Kesesese you don't have the patience for anyone." He says with a wide grin. Arthur's last strand is gone he's pushed over the edge, he blood is on fire, boiling with rage. He glares at Gilbert. Intense stare piecing into Gilbert's amused red eyes. He grips his arm still glaring and scowling at him. Gilbert winces at the pain. "Hey man what are you doing?" "I'm tired of your games! LET ME IN!" Gilbert's amused grin is gone replaced with fear at the enraged British boy. He had never been on the receiving end when Arthur was over his limit. "H-he's- …..

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"Hey!" Gilbert says in the midst of my writing. "What?" I ask clearly confused as to why he interrupted me while I was typing. "That did not happen." "Well if it didn't let me see your arm." "What? No!" "You're just scared I'll find it." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Remember you wore a bandana around your arm for a week saying it was a fashion statement?" I say laughing at Gil's misfortune.

"It was!" "No Kiku caught you inspecting it in the boy's locker room and Elizabeta got her hands on it. She spread it on Facebook the next day. Of course I asked Arthur about it." "Fine, fine that did happen, your little British friend is stronger than he looks.

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"A-Alright come in. H-he's by the the sofa." Arthur's face turns into a satisfied smile before he pushes Gilbert to the side and walks inside the dorm. "Thank you." Gilbert rubs his sore arm. Ludwig looks up from a book he was reading when Arthur entered the dorm. "O- oh Arthur I didn't know you were here. He says closing the book. " You ready to go?" "Oh yeah bye bruder see you later." Ludwig says leaving with Arthur out the door passing Gilbert. "Have a great time with short fuse over there." Gilbert grumbles, still rubbing his arm.

The night air was cool as the two teens walked to the restaurant. "Thanks for this, I mean it wasn't necessary but…" "I just felt I shouldn't have yelled at you for no reason at all. I know I yell a lot but it's usually for a reason." He furrows his large eyebrows. "It's my fault for coming out of the blue and expecting you to immediately accept my kindness. I don't talk to you that much. We could learn a bit about each other ja?" Arthur felt a blush on his cheeks… Ludwig didn't like him did he? N-no of course not, he just wanted a friend is all. When they got to the restaurant they sat down together. Ludwig was toying with him wasn't he? Why else would he spontaneously be nice to him? He couldn't believe he almost fell for it. Arthur looked around the table. There had to be a camera around here somewhere! Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio were probably hiding at a table nearby ready to jump out. He didn't know why they'd do it, but it would happen, he was sure of it. He glared at Ludwig seeing if he could break through his obvious facade. He'd only brought him here to end this once and for all. Arthur Kirkland, apologize for being suspicious? No way.

Ludwig's expression didn't falter, he raised an eyebrow. "Did I do something wrong? Is there something on my face?" He said touching his face, patting it lightly to feel anything on it. "No." Awkward silence settled between them before Ludwig coughed. "Well, how is Student Council coming along?"

Arthur blushed, he really hadn't been paying attention to the meetings. Erotica being put into the forefront of his mind, he darted his eyes away from Ludwig. Really now, was he expected to keep up when the meetings were so boring? He thought back, he remembered Francis spouting something about homecoming coming up and a fundraiser or something. Arthur not being a party person, and thinking anything Francis had to say wasn't worth his time tuned him out. "Um…it's fine. We're making arrangements for the Homecoming dance." Ludwig nods. "Feliciano was telling me about the dance, he said he was excited to go. I am not going." "I have to go to help set up, but I'm leaving immediately after." Arthur thinks a bit before a question pops into his mind, "How about um that newspaper club you're in?" "We don't start our club polls until next month so really it's just Feliciano, Kiku, and I using it as study time. Feliciano usually takes naps instead of studying." Arthur watches the German sigh, taking a sip of his water.

"I want you to know I meant what I said. Your routine was executed quite well, I'm sure the judges were impressed." Ludwig's pale blue eyes were on him again. Arthur felt a blush rise to his cheeks once again. He bristled, blowing air from his nose. He puffed out his chest, and straightened his posture. "Of course! I practiced for weeks on that routine. I got my ball past the goalie too. It's about time someone noticed all the effort that was put into it." Arthur wouldn't admit the German had stroked his ego. He was confident sure but to have another person actually confirm it was even better. Maybe he'd misjudged Ludwig after all.

The waiter came and asked for their order. The two ordered hearty pieces of New York strip steak like real men. Arthur wouldn't let Ludwig outstage him, he was big sure but Arthur could get rough too. "And your finest shot of whiskey!" He said getting carried away. "Arthur we're not–." Arthur pulled out an ID card, he'd had his brother Allistor forge it for him. He had to do his chores and write a few of his college essays but it was worth it on special occasions. The waiter, who looked like he really didn't give a damn if he were underaged or not, nodded and scribbled his drink with their order.

"Arthur." Ludwig hissed, angry at him for doing this. "What? It's just a tiny shot, I'll be fine." Arthur said waving him off. When their food and drinks arrived, Ludwig focused hard on the shot, flickering to him every so often. Arthur swirled his finger around the rim, lips pulled into a devious smirk. He'd have a bit of fun with this. He grabbed the water instead taking a gulp. Ludwig followed his action. They ate in silence, the sound of fork scraping against plates and knives sawing into meat. He reached over toward the glass, hand hovering, knowing Ludwig's eyes followed his action, before getting the steak sauce right next to it. "Are you thinking about trying out for the soccer team if you get recommended?" He saw Ludwig blink his eyes, regarding him again. "No, I wanted to join the baking club." "Baking, you?" Arthur cracks an incredulous smile. "I make a really good pastry." "You'll have to give me a taste when you make more." "Y-you would try my pastries?" "Of course, I have to see if they're on par with mine." Arthur smiled reaching for the glass quickly to lift it up and swirl it around. Ludwig watched him intently. Arthur raised an eyebrow, while Ludwig's twitched. "Are you going to drink it or not?" Ludwig huffed. "Hmm, so you want me to drink it?" "N-no of course not but I would like you to get it over with if you are going to do it." "Well I'm not going to give you a show of watching me throw back a shot." Arthur said putting it down.

"I have a question though. How do you stay so physically fit? I envy your muscle mass." Arthur said bluntly, it was true. What teenager possesses such bulk? He was quite willowy, but Ludwig was an Adonis, the poster boy for steroids. "I-I eat the recommended amount of vegetables, fruits and grains that are suggested. I tend to stay away from sweets most of the time but my pastries are my weakness." Ludwig admits, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. "O-oh and I get up at 5 each morning for a rigorous training session, with jogs, crunches, and one handed pushups. I also walk my dogs on the weekends." Arthur grumbled, "Figures." No steroids, a pity, he reaches for the glass to throw it back. Ludwig's arm shot out like a speeding bullet, seizing his wrist.

"Let go of me you barbarian!" Arthur's nose flared. He knew they were at an impasse, Ludwig was way stronger than him, so he couldn't move. He tried to use his eyes, absolutely livid that Ludwig was physically forcing him not to drink. Arthur didn't take kindly to blunt force, and was easily irritable. It was quite interesting how quickly he could go from being calm and polite to ill-mannered and agitated when provoked. "I won't let go unless you promise you won't drink it." Arthur grumbled, "Fine." Fire still in those green eyes of his. Ludwig took the drink; he was about to set it down when Arthur took wild grab for it again, a growl escaping the base of his throat. Ludwig, trying to jerk it away again, spilled it onto his lap. "Fuck! Now it's all on your lap!" Arthur had practically jumped over the table to get to him, his palms were now flat on the table. He was breathing heavily, red in the face, before sitting back down on his side. Ludwig watched him cautiously, blue eyes wide, like he was some sort of wild animal.

Ludwig grabbed napkins from the bin, scrambling to clean himself up. In doing so he knocked his water onto himself too. Arthur rolled his eyes. The napkins won't work now that you've made a bigger mess, I have a handkerchief." He got up to help the poor fumbling German. "Come on, face me." He said squatting down in front of him, how perfect, most of it'd got on his crotch area. He could feel blush on his cheeks, but ignored it. Honestly being embarrassed wasn't going to help either of them so he kept his frown. Ludwig jumped seeing him there, but turned to him anyway. Ludwig stuttered and tried to protest when he started wiping. "Don't just look at me, clean the rest of yourself." Ludwig patted his upper body with napkins. "I think that's most of it." Arthur said getting up. Ludwig didn't meet his eyes, "I'll clean it, as a thank you." "Alright." He said handing the handkerchief to him. "I-I need to leave." "But we haven't paid for our food." Ludwig held the cloth to his crotch, face still red. He dug in his wallet, fidgeting as he pulled out $30. "I'll pay you what I owe you later." He said leaving it on the table and hightailing it out of there. Arthur raised an eyebrow.

Arthur stares at Alfred expectantly. "What?" "Were you listening?" "Yeah Artie what do you want me to say?" "Don't call me Artie!" "Am I making you mad?" "A little." "Then I'm doing my job." Alfred says with a big grin. "You idiot!" "Hey I'm not the one who was underage drinking." "Whatever, so what's with him?" "Seems to me that crotch wiping you did excited him." Arthur furrows his eyebrows. "He didn't look happy to me. He looked quite embarrassed." "Artie are you that slow? Ludwig jr. was happy." Alfred says expectant of him, raising his eyebrows. "Wha- Oh- Oh my! Wow um yeah. Alright Alfred see you tomorrow in Chemistry!" He said speed walking down the hall and out the door. His face was red the whole way.

A/N: Dinner Scene inspired by The Lud That Fell in Love With Arthur and...While Thinking of Him by Morbid Lovers + The Show

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