Don't worry guys~ The fighting between Artie and Alfie is done! So now I can move onto the better stuff! This chapter is not USUK though! And I'd like to thank those reviewers, alerters, and favoriters! Thanks guys! :D It means a lot!
Also, since there is a lot of French in this one, when they are speaking it it will be in italics! So anything in italics will be French/another language! But it will still be in English.
The blond winced slightly, moving away from the person who had just bumped into him, he muttered a small 'E-exuse me!'. Too bad the other person didn't bother acknowledge it(probably didn't hear him, the boy was so quiet). He sighed quietly, hugging the books he was carrying closer to his chest.
I really should watch where I'm going... He thought to himself. Matthew was dead tired after dealing with his twins 'dilema' the past week. And man, was he a drama queen! All he did was complain, and whine, and- not that Alfred would ever admit it- but even cry a little, only a little. Though, Matthew was a little sympathetic- Alfred had just gotten over the missing Brit a few years before- obviously not fully getting over him, they were best friends.
Matthew had to admit though, Arthur was acting strange. He had 'met' him a few days before, at a movie theater. Which went awfully bad! He was still grimacing from it too! Arthur seemed to have completely forgotten about his life back in the states. Now he understood what Alfred had said about a week ago-
"I'm not even sure he's the same Arthur..."
Lost in his thoughts, he forgot to watch where he was going, and bumped- rather hard- into someone, the small blond was knocked onto the ground, dropping his glasses and all his books in the process. "Oh maple-! I-I'm sorry, I really didn't mean too- s-sorry..." He rambled, searching for his glasses. He really was useless without them. The person who he ran into cackled- it was slightly intimidating, not to mention rather familiar.
"Looking for these?" He could just hear the smirk in his voice. Matthew stopped his frantic searching, and looked up from his place on the floor. Everything was completely blurry, but he could still make out the outline of his glasses and their holder.
Matthew nodded, a shy smile graced his lips. "Y-yeah thanks..." He gently took them out of the others hand, before placing them on his head. Finally his vision went back to normal. He looked up at the person he bumped into. "U-um, I'm really sorry I bumped into you, I-" He stopped after getting a good look at the male who stood above him, a smirk on his pale face.
He had snowy white hair, and piercing blood red eyes. He was tall, but slender- though he had some obvious muscle. His outfit was rather stylish. He wore dark gray skinny jeans that were bagging slightly, and a black and white hoodie.
His smirk grew slightly, "Nice to see you again, Birdie."
Matthew's eyebrows furrowed. 'Birdie'? What kind of nickname was that...? Oh- Matthew understood clearly, he was obviously mistaken. Most people didn't remember him, so it was a common occurrence to be mistaken, usually for his twin brother.
He quickly started to pick up his textbooks and other things that had fallen during the encounter, wanting to escape this awkward conversation(if you could even call it that). The white haired male- which Matthew thought his name was Gilbert, as he heard from the other night- he bent down, helping Matthew out, to which he protested, but he waved him off, now Matthew noticed a German accent. Once his books were all picked up, and back into the arms of the Canadian, Matthew decided to leave.
"U-umm... thank you for helping me, a-and I'm sorry that I bumped into but I-"
"Don't worry about it!" Gilbert said, stuffing his pale hands into his pants. Matthew was trying to look anywhere but his eye's. They were strange, to say the least. Maybe he was albino... Matthew was snapped out of his thoughts- literally. Gilbert snapped a hand in front of the blonds face, he jumped back slightly startled, causing the other to chuckle.
"You okay, Birdie?" He smirked again, "Man! You really aren't paying attention today!" He laughed. Okay, something was wrong with this guy. Why was he talking like they were best friends...?
"Um, I think you've got the wrong person..."
"Nope! I'm sure it's you! Remember last week, right? I was with Art, and then you and-" His eye's narrowed, and his smirk turned into a small frown. "-and your brother." He spat. Matthew frowned, he didn't like people talking like that about his brother- even if he was hard to deal with at times, Alfred was a really good person.
"Yeah, I remember that..." Matthew said, slowly. Gilbert's frown turned back into his signature smirk.
"That's awesome!" Gilbert laughed, shoving his hands into his pockets. Matthew nodded dumbly. He wasn't the best social talkers. "You goin' to class, or something?" The blond raised an eyebrow, eye's slightly wide.
"N-no... I actually just finished." He mumbled.
"Aw, no fair!" He whined, running his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner, the German reminded him a lot of his own brother. It was no wonder why they didn't get along. "I still have like, two more classes! It's so not awesome..." The albino said, looking the opposite direction of Matthew. Mattew giggled lightly, as he looked at the expression on Gilbert's face.
The German's smirk returned as Matthew let out a small giggle. "A-ah, G-gilbert?" The blond asked shyly.
"Yeah?" He didn't question how the Canadian knew his name.
"Don't you have to get to class soon..." Matthew said, rather then asked. He was still avoiding the others eyes. The hallway they were in was nearly empty.
"Shit, I almost forgot!" He slung a back up onto his shoulders, preparing to leave. "Thanks Birdie! I owe you one!" Matthew didn't have time to protest it, his voice was overpowered by the German's. "Catch you around?" He paused waiting for a reply. Matthew, once again could only nod dumbly. Gilbert smirked, turning around and waved over his shoulder. "See ya later!"
Matthew waved lightly retreating German.
"What just happened...?" Matthew mumbled to himself.
Francis had a small frown placed on his face. He sat in a car that his mother had sent to pick him up- they would be going to dinner again. Which was more then a little strange.
Francis didn't have a terrible relationship with his mother, it was even okay compared to others. When Francis was young, his mother and father had divorced. His mother had gotten full custody of the child- who was about two at the time. She quickly became a millionairess from her perfume line. Once she had deemed herself too busy, she quickly shipped Francis to England, to stay with her sister. And so the young french boy was raised in a place he did not like, by people that were not his parents.
In a short summery, their relationship was... awkward.
Francis straitened out his suit as his car stopped and the door was opened. The restaurant they were set to meet in was- of course- a five star one, that you would only see movie starts eating at. Well, his mother certainly thought she was one.
As soon as he walked in his mother noticed him, she smiled at him, her pearly whites sparkled in the dim lighting. Francis had to smile back. He continued on towards the table. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He couldn't tell if it was nervousness, annoyance, or a mix of both.
His mother quickly stood from her seat, engulfing the young man in kisses on his cheeks, and a tender hug. Francis returned them of course.
His mother was a very beautiful woman. She had long, curly blond hair that seemed to fall perfectly. She wore just the right amount of make-up. Her skin had few imperfections(non that couldn't be erased with a needle). And finally, she had the most stunning blue eyes. Once people had seen her, they no longer wondered where he had gotten his stunning looks.
"My dear! I have missed you!" She chided him to sit down, he did. Francis chuckled, a smile that matched his mothers was implanted on his face.
"Yes yes, we saw each other yesterday though." He sipped the wine in his glass as his mother smiled at him, head resting on her hands. Francis coughed into his hand, "Not that I'm not happy to see you again, mother, but why are we having dinner again?" She giggled lightly.
"Aw, I never get to see your handsome face anymore!" She sighed, crossing her hands over her chest. "I really wish you lived in Paris, closer to me!" Francis wanted to say that they would hardly see each other, since she travels so often. But he didn't. "I don't know why you want to stay in such a dreary place-"
"I've told-"
"I know, dear. You stay for Arthur." She smiled tenderly at him. Francis chuckled,
"Yes, that socially awkward Brit needs me! Even if he will never admit it. Especially now..." He muttered the end. His mother was certainly interested. She always was, she's a gossiper after all. But she didn't press.
"Speaking of Arthur, how is he? He's such a cute boy~" She cooed. Francis faked a gasp,
"Angleterre? Cute! As if! He furrows his eyebrows way to much, and that just ruins his skin!" Francis was kidding, of course. His mother knew, that's the kind of relationship the two boys had. She stared fondly at her son, a small gracing her lips.
"Now... I have to talk to you about something, dear." She still had the angelic smile of hers, but she was being serious. That had gotten Francis' nervousness back into the pit of his stomach.
He knew it wouldn't be good. The only thing the two talked about was Francis' financial things. Nothing else besides the small chatting they did to fill the awkward silence. Another strange thing was they had met the day before and they never, never met the day after. His mother had usually had fled England's bad weather by then.
Francis nodded, showing the woman he was listening. She continued. "You know I love you honey, I do. I want the best for you. That's why I let you live on your own, pick the school's you want to go to, and help you." She paused, looking at the others matching blue eye's. "I only want the best for you."
Francis was silent. His mouth was in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed. He was pretty sure he looked like the Brit.
"Excuse me, Angelique." A waiter came up to the table. "There are people here for you." She nodded, telling him to invite them over. The waiter nodded and left. Francis turned back to Angelique.
"Someone else is joining us?" He asked, confusion was shown in his bright blue eye's. She nodded happily in reply as the new comers joined them.
There were three of them. A short, average looking man, and a taller woman who was pretty. But who Francis really was paying attention to, was the girl that followed in their foot steps.
She was slim, average height. She had a deep natural tan, her face was well proportioned, she had wide brown eye's, and brown hair that was pulled into low pig tails that were tied together by pink bows. Though the expression on her tan face showed that she was not pleased to be there.
She was quite the site, to say the least. And if that was who was joining them, then Francis didn't mind. Not one bit.
As the new arrivals came to the table, both Angelique and Francis stood up to greet them.
"This is Mr. and Mrs. Seye, they are very close business partners of mine." Francis greeted them both, kissing the cheeks of the woman, and shaking hands with the man. Francis still was wondering why he was there during a business meeting. "And this," Angelique gestured towards the young girl. "Is their daughter, Michelle."
"Ah, Michelle, what a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman." He gently grabbed Michelle's hand and kissed it. Michelle blushed lightly, but still frowned. "I am Francis Bonnefoy, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle Michelle." He put on his award winning smile.
"I am glad you two are getting along." Angelique chimed in, as they all sat down again. "Because, dear, you will be getting married."
He must of heard wrong. There was no way he had heard his mother right.
Marriage? Was there even such things as arranged marriages anymore? He would have to make a note to ask Arthur about that later...
"M-marriage? Mother, there is no way you can for-" he was interrupted by the girl next to him, who suddenly stood up, slamming her hands on the table before her, startling everyone sitting at the table, as well as everyone around it.
"I already told you...!" She took a deep breath, calming herself. She then stood up straight and tall, looking down at the surprised blond next to her. "I am sorry Francis, but I am in love with someone else." And with that, she turned on her heel, her dress flowing after her. She left the restaurant, her mother hurried after her, as her father sighed.
"I am very sorry for her, Angelique. She had met a... boy a short while ago, and she has been stuck on him ever since! The boy hasn't even contacted her since!" He sighed, burring his face in his hands, muttering apologize directed at Francis and his mother.
Francis stared at the empty spot next to him, a frown on his face. He didn't know how to describe the scene that had just transpired. But disappointed seemed to sum it up pretty well.
Annnnd yup! That's it! We have two new couples introduced~ I am awful at writing PruCan! XD Really, I'll get better though! And Seychelles pretty important to the story too. I actually have a question, what should Matthew major in? I have no clue. I was thinking history, but eh. So suggestions are welcome! As well as critique~ and don't worry, next chapter is going to be USUK!
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