Ch.4 Jealousy

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Arthur looked out the restaurant window, his mind drifting from the reality he was (unfortunately) placed in.

Alfred had woken him up early that morning, telling him that Ivan would be in the dorms that night and he had offered to take the two of them (mostly Alfred) out to eat as an apology for not being able to greet Arthur properly a few days ago. Unfortunately Francis, being Ivan's roommate, found out about the dinner and insisted he come along to make sure nothing weird happened. 'If you come along obviously something weird is going to happen, bloody frog!' Arthur had thought.


"Hey Artie!" Alfred called, shaking the sleeping Brit. Arthur grumbled something and turned over in his bed. That only made things worse. "ARTIE! Come ooooon. Wake uuuuup." The American whined.

Arthur finally gave in and turned back over. "What the bloody fuck do you want Alfred?"

"You know my friend Ivan right? The one I couldn't introduce you to because he wasn't there?"

"How could I forget?" Arthur said sourly.

"Awesome! Well he felt bad about not being able to meet you these past few days so he decided to invite us out to eat tonight!"

"Great," he said sarcastically.

"Alright! So we'll leave when you get back and get changed!" It wasn't a question, or a suggestion, and Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes, whatever," he agreed, shooing Alfred with a wave of his hand and went back to sleep until the time he was supposed to wake up.


How much worse could the day get?

Arthur wished he hadn't asked that.

His classes that day had been unrealistically hard and torturous; he had been plagued with thoughts of a certain annoying American when he should've been thinking about his work. He tried desperately to stop thinking about his roommate but to no avail. Why was he thinking of Alfred? Was it because of the way he had informed Arthur of their little outing later that evening.

'Damn Alfred for asking me such a thing while I was half asleep!'

From: Alfred F. Jones
Message: hey Artie! cant wait 4 tonight nd neither can Ivan
u get home around 5 rite? well then u need to haul some ass cuz apparently the reservations are for 6 so u better change quick k. c ya l8er :D

Arthur had read and reread that message over and over when he had first gotten it around noon. At first, he didn't understand what Alfred was talking – er – texting him about…until he remembered their conversation when he was half asleep.

What really bugged him though, was the next message he had just received.

From: Francis Bonnefoy
Message: Can't wait for tonight mon cher. Pick you up at 6 ;)

From: Arthur Kirkland
Message: What the fuck?

From: Francis Bonnefoy
Message: Honhonhon, Alfred didn't tell you? I'm coming with you and him and my burly, Russian roommate Ivan. Dress nicely alright? ;)

Arthur closed his phone and threw it into his bag angrily. 'Fucking frog! And what was with him and those winky faces?'

"What's wrong Arthur?" asked a little fairy.

Arthur sighed. "I have to go to a bloody restaurant with the most annoying people in the world tonight." He told her.

"It can't be that bad. Don't you like-"

"Don't even say it! That's absurd!" Arthur blurted out.

"Correct, Mr. Kirkland. The answer is incorrect. Your wording is alittle odd, but I'll take that as your British-self talking." Said the teacher.

Arthur flushed lightly. "Um, yes, my apologies. I'll try to word it differently next time," he said, coughing into his hand. A few small laughs were heard around the room and Arthur blushed.

"Sorry," said the little fairy.


After class, an irritated Arthur walked to his dorm, cursing both Alfred and Francis for being…for being Alfred and Francis. Once he got to the room, he tossed his things on the bed and took a quick shower. Fumbling through his clothes, he decided on some black slacks, and a long sleeved shirt. Persistent knocking on the door told him that he was late and that Alfred would not stop until he was given some recognition.

"I'm coming Alfred!" he yelled. The knocking stopped and Arthur walked out, only to be greeted by a sullen faced American. "What is it?" he asked annoyed.

"Ivan can't come. He had some last minute work to do."

"Oh well, what a sha-"

"It does not matter~! Come mes amis! We will go regardless," Francis shouted happily, grabbing Arthur and Alfred's arms and pulling them out of the room. "Of course it's cheaper if we have four people so I invited Antonio."

Alfred laughed. "What happened? Did he and Lovino fight again?"

Arthur didn't know Lovino or Antonio that well (not that he wanted to) but he did know that they were always fighting (more like Lovino would always get mad at Antonio).

Francis continued to pull the two along until they got outside and went over to Antonio, putting an arm around his shoulders and trying to comfort the Spaniard. Arthur was stuck walking with Alfred as the four made their way to one of the restaurants that was near by the campus.


And that's how he got where he was, just staring out the window as Francis tried to cheer up Antonio and Alfred whined about his friend not being able to make it. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," said Alfred, getting up from the table.

Francis sighed. "I thought he would never leave." Arthur turned to face the Frenchman with a questioning look. "Now Arthur, what's bothering you?"

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" he asked irritated.

"You've been like that all night. And you always seem to make that stupid face whenever Alfred brings up Ivan. Plus, Alfred told me that you had acted weirdly after he failed to introduce you to Ivan the first time."

Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow. "And so?" he didn't quite understand what Francis was trying to say.

"And so, I think you're jealous," Francis said with a smile. Antonio looked over and joined in.

"It does sound like jealousy amigo."

"You should know," Francis laughed. "Lovino is the king of jealousy." Antonio sighed but agreed nonetheless.

Arthur's face turned red and he jumped up from his seat. "What the fuck? I am NOT jealous. Why would I be jealous of Ivan, I don't even know the guy!"

"Mhmm," Antonio and Francis said together. Arthur would have said something but Alfred had come back from the bathroom and was now looking quizzically at them.


Arthur collapsed onto his bed and buried his face in his pillow. Francis had yet again gotten them kicked out of the restaurant and Arthur was starting to dislike the recurring phenomenon. Antonio didn't make it any better. The minute he saw Lovino walk into the restaurant, he lost it, running up to him and hugging him and kissing him and then Lovino made a big scene. Francis took that time to go and flirt with the wrong person...again.

Also, he did not like Alfred! And if there was a chance he could turn out like Lovino – no, he wasn't going to turn into Lovino; bitter, jealous, a total dick. He didn't even like a guy, a male, like Lovino did. And he did NOT like Alfred. Did NOT!

Just because Alfred was now taking off his shirt and Arthur couldn't help but stare at the half-toned abs and the muscles of his shoulder and how the small of his back peeked out from the top of his pants and HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING ABOUT?

"Go fucking change in the bathroom you git!"

"Huh?" Alfred turned his head as much as he could to face Arthur. "It's no biggie Arthur, I'm just changing my shirt."

"It does matter!"

"Calm down Artie, I thought you would be fine with it since you're with Francis so-"

"Well I'm not fine with it." And what did he mean by 'since you're with Francis'?

"K sorry, I'll keep that in mind next time." Alfred slipped a shirt on and crawled into bed, turning off his lamp. Arthur did the same and the room was engulfed in silence.

"Hey Artie," Alfred called.

"What?"

"Goodnight." Did Alfred sound alittle…shy?

Arthur sighed, but it wasn't an exasperated sigh like it usually was. "Goodnight."


(A/N): Well thats it, hope you all enjoyed

I apologize for the abrupt ending but hopefully it was good

Note: Mispellings and bad grammar in the text messages are intentional!

Mon Cher: French for 'my dear'

Mes amis: French for 'my friends'

Amigo: Spanish for 'friend'

Again, I used a translator for the French so if I get anything wrong please tell me.

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