A/N: Ohh my goodness-
I am so sorry for the late-
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Omf-
Sorry...really-
Erg...
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Enchanted By the Enemy
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Realizing soon enough that sitting around on his tush was not only making his mood worse as he replayed the recollection, but it also proved to Alfred how fast his manager is able to detect the celebrity lazing around.
The Lithuanian man practically stormed into the room, his face overwritten with exhaustion and stress. His brown hair was drawn into a ponytail of sorts, but his hair was so askew that it seemed his hairstyle was irrelevant. Sweat glistened as they dripped down his face, and his usually well-kept suit was quite crumpled.
"A-Alfred! Honestly, I've been looking everywhere for you!" Toris gasped, his Lithuanian-accented voice tangled with exhaustion. The man took his time to catch his breath, hands pressed against his knee as he slumped a bit, before regaining his posture and walking over.
"Alfred, the set was prepared twenty minutes ago! They are really booked today, and we can't afford to waste time! Come on!" Toris nudged, going over to pull Alfred up. The sunny blonde let loose a loud exhale, and stood up quite abruptly.
"Duuude. Just chill, Toris. They're not gonna leave America's brightest star just 'cause of some small delay." Alfred said, waving his manager off and dismissing the man's worries so casually. Toris pursed his lips into a thin line before he held onto the taller American's shoulder.
"Alfred. They are Hollywood's top photography duo. They will not hesistate to leave 'America's brightest star' in order to make their next appointment." Toris said sternly. At this, Alfred only frowned. With another exasperated sound, the blonde began to head out.
"Fine, fine! I get it! I'm not as big a celebrity as I thought, big whoop. I'll be the best one day, cause I'm the hero!" Alfred said, turning around and winking to his manager. The Lithuanian shook his head, mumbling one thing or another about Alfred misinterpreting his words before he ushered the tall male out of the room.
Tiberland Photography Inc. had been running around, fixing the lighting fixtures or adjusting the details of the set as they awaited the American star. Tino tapped impatiently on his camera, already set on the tripod and positioned for the shoot. He checked his watch, and fiddled with the second camera that hung around his neck.
"Mr. Jones is very late...We've to go soon for Mr. Kirkland's shoot as well, and we can't afford to be late at all..." he mumbled to his partner, who simply nodded, and checked for any other adjustments that the new interns could have messed up.
Alfred burst onto the scene, jogging over to Tino and giving the Finnish photographer a pat on the back. "Sorry bout that! I forgot bout the time and-"
"Nevermind your excuses, Mr. Jones. We're strict on time! Chop chop, let Berwald get you into position for the shoot!" Tino snapped, running back to his camera as Berwald led Alfred to the set and instructed the man on how to pose; standing tall, chest puffed with pride, arms bent and hands behind his head, legs slightly apart and head slightly tilted, and face graced with a strong half-lid and confident smirk.
And with that, the flashes went off, multiple explosions of lights bombarding one's vision before it stopped.
"Alright, next pose. Outfit change afterwards. Come come, let us hurry!" Tino instructed. Interns, model, and assistant ran about the set as Alfred got into his second pose.
The photoshoot went by, two hours flying by as they finished up. The interns, under the instructions of Berwald, started setting up for a different set. Alfred tilted his head, a bit confused.
"Oh, do I get a free shoot or something?" he teased, nudging the photographer teasingly. Tino simply shook his head, and told Alfred with a bright smile.
"No, this is for Arthur Kirkland. His shoot is in an hour."
Alfred's smile fell.
The meeting with the band had ended smoothly...more or less. It would have, had Francis not try so hard to invite Arthur to bed with him. Needless to say, Arthur had refused the offer firmly many times,and Elizabeta had already asked the Frenchman to calm down. Not heeding her words not Arthur's threats, Francis went home that day with two lumps on his head.
Arthur grumbled, plopping onto his couch once they were gone. He still had respect for Antonio and Gilbert, but he was starting to second-guess Francis. With a sigh, the English star took a deep breather. It was short-lived, however, as Feliks grabbed his arm and yanked him up.
"Let's go! Your photoshoot is coming up, and you need time to look fabulous!" Feliks said, dragging the semi-indifferent Englishman out of the door. It was at times like these that Arthur had wished he was not famous.
Alfred was not pleased. They'd rather take more pictures of a grumpy British dude than an awesome stud like Alfred? Lame.
Alfred sat at the snack table, clearly displeased with the fact that they treat this British dude so differently.
And speak of the devil, said British dude walked in through the door, heading immediately for the living room to change. Alfred simply scoffed, and continued to eat the various snacks that were laid across the table. It seems that the other had not noticed him yet.
Good. Let's see how much worse this guy will be compared to a hunk like Alfred.
When Arthur had returned again, however, Alfred almost dropped the doughnut in his hand. The Englishman was dressed in a sharp suit that hugged his sides just right, yet at the same time it gave him the edge of intimidation. A fedora sat upon his head, hiding much of his hair and shadowing a bit of those atrocious caterpillar eyebrows.
He looked breathtaking..
Snap out of it Jones!He reprimanded himself mentally, shaking the thoughts out of his head. It could be like the movies, where they look cool for a minute and trip over a cable or something.
That never happened.
Arthur walked over to the set with grace, sitting down as Berwald did the finishing touches of his makeup and adjustment of the equipments. Once the shoot started, Alfred had not removed his eyes the entire time.
Arthur was a veteran, and he was not subtle about it. Each pose brimmed with confidence and elegance, those sharp eyes contrasting the soft features of his face. Each suit he modeled for complimented something or another, whether it was his eyes or his pale skin.
Toris stood by, watching Alfred with interest before clearing his throat.
"That's Arthur Kirkland. He seems well-seasoned, does he not?" Toris asked, looking to Alfred and arching a brow. The American, however, was too enraptured in the photoshoot to really care about what his manager had said just now.
When it seemed as though Arthur looked his way, Alfred jumped a bit, and quickly turned his gaze elsewhere.
Shit...no, he was definitely not idolizing the bastard...
A/N: Once again, I am so sorry for how short this orz.
Two shot found at
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Fun fact: Tiberland = Tino + Berwald + Kirkland (Peter)
Cute, yea?
Haha-
sorry
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