Chapter 4: Allies!
Arthur had been there for a month, he duly noted, slumped down at the desk, the thing covered in the notes he received from Gilbert through their silly little war. Throughout the whole time he had learnt that the apple definitely didn't fall far from the tree, as Francis was just as perverted as his Father, who hadn't seemed too bothered with whatever Arthur had actually done so far.
He and Gilbert had become sort-of-friends, or as the albino had called them "allies". Arthur smiled lightly as he looked down at the messages.
The older messages from his first week at school had been dealing with Gilbert sending mocking messages about Arthur and his suspension (which Arthur had thought was totally unfair to put on him, but it was only for a week so he wasn't too fussed).
Then he came back to be bombarded with homework, his teachers were not happy that he hadn't done any (hey, how was it HIS fault when they had suspended him) and his Cooking teacher kept an eye on him and took over for most of his cooking for him. So, Arthur did the most logical thing to do in this situation and slowly started to skip lessons; he went hiding in the area that the stupid Albino kid had shown him.
The first few days of hiding were uneventful, and Arthur found his self smoking the last of his cigarettes and that was when he bumped into Gilbert. Arthur was irritable and cold so when Gilbert sent him a few mocking words it wasn't Arthur's fault that he had punched the boy only to be hit back and the two fell into a full out fight.
The two of them had fallen into doing that for the next few days, just all the stress and anger pouring out into fighting, and for those few days the only messages sent were mocking ones, if they even cared to send the odd message.
It was after the fifth day of insults, punches and an odd kick being sent to each other that the two found their selves face to face with each other, bruised, battered and laughing so much that Arthur's bruised stomach hurt more than usual.
"You look ridiculous!" He had laughed at the albino.
"You're one to speak Kirkland!" And they had fallen into more fits of laughter, tears slipping through.
And their alliance had only grown since then (especially as the albino had some sort of supply of cigarettes he could borrow). The messages slowly turning to ones that were filled with laughter and enjoyment and Arthur could almost say that living with the Bonnefoy had been one of his Mother's brighter ideas.
"Arthur!" He heard the French drawl from Francis and turned around to see the grinning blonde and a rather annoyed looking Antonio behind him.
"What?" He questioned, one arm thrown behind the chair as he leant back, eyebrow raised in question.
"We're going to teach you the ways of etiquette, chivalrous and l'amour!"
… Yes this might have been one of his Mother's brighter ideas… but… maybe not…
Switching-Point!
Gilbert lay on his bed, the left side of his face swelling… so telling his Father he's a douche was probably not the best way to persuade him to start giving him pocket money… But the man was!
Gilbert sighed, maybe he would get a job… he shook his head, no… no one would let him work for them and his Father would probably stop them if he DID find a place to work. And it's not like getting the money was important in any way possible.
So what if he and Arthur were becoming friends… so what if he technically owed the guy a book (it was not two as the blonde had said!) so what! He was too awesome to owe the guy anything… and he wasn't worried that Arthur might be his only friend… that he might leave if he didn't get it back… though the blonde might only be hanging out with him so that he could get the book off of him…
But… the blonde never mentioned the book throughout all the hanging out they had done. They were becoming friends… But… maybe not…
But… but… Gilbert didn't care! He was used to being alone!
It was better being on his own anyway!
Line-Space!
"No."
"Ah, ah, ah, it is not your decision Arthur," the annoyingly French voice chimed.
"I refuse, frog."
"You have to Arturo," the Spaniard smirked slightly at the growl he received from calling Arthur by such a name.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd enjoy this Anthony." The Brit glared at the brunette, the two of them had not gotten along at all since they had re-met each other. Break one little ship in a bottle as a child and receive a long lasting grudge… It wasn't even a GOOD ship in a bottle (saying that in his defence had only made matters worse).
"Oh, I don't, but I'm sure you'll hate this more and I'll take such enjoyment from your anguish."
"I am NOT learning to dance from this Spaniard, Francis!" The blonde in question, watched in amusement, as he looked between his best friends (Arthur was NOT his friend, no matter what the frog said).
"…" Francis hummed lightly. "Well, I could always teach you, but I expect compensation…" Arthur blanched slightly.
"Why do I even NEED to learn to dance?"
"Because, it's gentlemanly!" Francis cheered. "Every gentleman knows how to dance… and dance well."
"Well, I'm NOT a gentleman!" And that's when the Brit ran, from the protection of his room and to the only other slightly safe place he had… Gilbert's…
Skipping-We-Be-Skipping!
Gilbert had been lying down on his bed when Arthur had entered his room, through his window without warning.
"You know you should probably sort all this mess up, you're going to end up destroying tones of stuff," the blonde commented lightly as he looked around.
"What are you even doing in here?"
"Well, Francis and Anthony are attacking me, so…" He looked expectantly at the albino.
"You are not staying in my room."
"Of course not," The Brit stated flopping down next to the albino on the bed.
"Seriously Arthur."
"But, Gilbert…" The blonde whined, nudging the albino's side. "We have an alliance don't we?"
The albino stayed silent at this for a bit; Arthur looked over at Gilbert expectantly until he sighed.
"Fine you can stay the night…" He decided and regretted almost immediately when he was shoved off the bed a second later, a grinning face looked at him over the side of the bed.
"You have to be a brilliant host and give me the bed of course!"
Gilbert looked up and sighed…
"Of course…"
Maybe being on his own was truly the better option here after all…
A/N: Alright sorry there was no update for AGES, and there may not be one for a couple more weeks, because I was attacked by coursework from all subjects. I updated this little filler like chapter to let you know that, but I am determined to finish this story by the end of the year, so a month left!
Alright! Updates WILL start up properly soon as the holidays come and then I can attack you with a chapter everyday till the story is finished, until then the little filler, with Arthur being an ass will have to do (cause hey let's face British Empire, Pirate England and punk England all have that badassery down!)
Oh and if I haven't replied to comments sorry about that will start commenting properly from now on! Thank you for dealing with my general awfulness at updating this story while real life has been evil and if you've been enjoying the story I hope you continue to do so!
Until next time!