HELLO! I welcome all who are fantastical enough to read this story. (Yes, fantastical is a word, but only in the American language.)
*Warning* Cursing, and just general France activities.
*HOLY MOTHER F*** ITS FULL OF FLUFF* Kinda. I'm starting to make some relationship developments. Oh, and for all those who want to know PruCan won! Congrats!
Disclaimer: So, there's this guy, and he lives in this country, and he owns this thing. And I don't own that thing. And that is bad. So I'm sad now.
The conversation between Matt and Francis is one, thank god, Arthur will never understand.
Because Matthew, although he did not share his brothers confidence or strength, he did seem to get what Alfred was lacking: Brains.
And dear, clever little Matthew had figured out Francis' plan before even Arthur did.
The Plan:
Get Arthur his confidence back, make him stop drinking, get him a nice boyfriend, and get him a (insert Romano's favorite word here) job.
Now, you must understand, the two blondes had this conversation within a few moments, and during those few moments, they became something close.
Partners in crime.
But, also during those few minutes, Alfred had also become something.
Bored.
Very very oh-so excruciatingly painfully I'm-gonna-throw-myself-of-a-cliff bored.
So, (thank god) he managed to make a particularly wise decision, and instead of throwing himself of a cliff, he wandered the park they had so conveniently wound up at.
He strolled towards a nice-looking climbing tree.
Yes. It was very nice. It had those perfect branches, the ones that were practically touching the ground, begging him to just, step on, climb up, and enjoy life.
"Alfred, where are you going?" Asked the only character who we haven't mentioned yet. (Hey, he has to come in somewhere, he's kind of the main character. Kind of.)
"I was gonna climb a tree." Alfred stated, as if it was perfectly normal.
"What? How old are you, five?"
"No, I'm nineteen."
Arthur stopped walking, which made Alfred stop walking. Said American turned around and raised a not-so-impressive eyebrow. "What?"
"You're nineteen?"
"Yeah, why?"
Arthur didn't know. He didn't understand why he was so shocked, or even why he cared. It made him feel a bit...nervous. "Oh, no reason in particular. I just...I have a brother who is nineteen. That's all."
It wasn't a lie. His brother, Torin, was nineteen. But he knew that wasn't why. And he had a feeling Alfred did, too. "Oh. Well, I guess I'd like to meet him" Alfred said, continuing towards the tree.
Arthur followed him. "Oh no you wouldn't! Torin isn't as bad as my other brothers...brother, but he is still a right pain is the ass."
Alfred reached the tree, and easily hauled himself onto a branch. He didn't say anything. And Alfred always says something. "Were you even listening to me?" Arthur asked, his hands on his hips.
Alfred ducked a low branch, turned around, and held out a hand for Arthur. "Of course I was listening."
Arthur stared at Alfred's hand, much like someone would stare at a murder weapon. "Oh no." Arthur said, backing up a little. "I am not climbing trees like some six year old girl and WHAAAA!"
Alfred ignored Arthur's (manly, not girlish. MANLY) scream of terror as he lurched for his hand, and pulled the unsuspecting Brit up and into the tree.
"Rude!" Arthur huffed.
Alfred smiled, and nestled himself near the trunk of the great oak. He looked so damn comfortable all Arthur wanted to do was curl up in his lap, close his eyes and never ever move ever again.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What am I thinking? Really now, I should stay away from Italian food...
"Hey Artie."
"What?"
ohcrapohcrapohcrap. I answered to Artie. I ANSWERED TO ARTIE!
"Are you sad?"
"Sad? Why would I be sad?"
Alfred sighed. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. "Just...everything."
Arthur cocked his head in confusion. Yes, he used to be sad. After all, his life hadn't exactly been leeches and beans (Peaches and cream) oh, sorry, peaches and cream.
But he didn't feel sad. Not at all. And it had been a long while since that had happened. But looking at Alfred, his soft hair ruffling slightly at the breeze, strange shadow patterns on his skin, courtesy of the leaves, he just couldn't help but...smile.
And damn, was he scared.
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"Wow. We didn't even have to set that one up." Francis said, ducking behind a bush. "They really are cute together." Matthew agreed, feeling a bit uncomfortable spying on his brother.
"Okay, I need to call in some back-up. Gilbert was with you, right? He shouldn't be to far away."
Oh god, Francis and Gilbert? I'm going to be raped...
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"And I was so awesome, that everyone died!"
"Gilbert, I am going to smack you."
Ring ring ring
"Hallo?" Gilbert said, picking up his phone. "Oh! Francis! What do you want?" He paused, listening to the reply. "No way! I'm not walking all the way to the park just to spy on Alfred and Arthur while they flirt in some-"
Before he could finish, Elizabeta wrenched the cell phone out of his hand, and put in to her ear. "Don't worry Francis! We'll be there!"
"What? No you bitch! I don't want to go anywhere with you! OW! LET GO OF ME YOU CRAZY WOMAN!"
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"And this one time, me and Mattie were at the zoo, and this little boy had fallen into the monkey exhibit. And let me tell you, those monkeys were not happy. I mean, poop was flying everywhere. So I jumped in and threw him out -don't worry, he landed on his feet- but anyways, then I got stuck down there for like ten minutes until they got a ladder and I climbed out. Man, I smelled like monkey crap for weeks."
"I'm not sure if I should be impressed, weirded out, or repulsed."
"Probably the first one." Alfred replied.
*Somewhere, deep within the underbrush of the park*
"Eew, did he really do that?"
"Yes, unfortunately, he did."
*Back to the tree*
"Well, I have a better story. One time, on my twentieth birthday, my brothers decided to get me drunk. They spiked my drinks, and my food (did you know you can do that? You can, apparently.) then, they convinced me that my nan was a pirate, and that somewhere under the table, there was a sword. So, I jumped under the table, looking for the sword. While I was under there, they all sat on the table, and the thing came crashing down on me. Broke my arm."
"Aw, Artie, that's terrible." Alfred said, pouting slightly.
"Yeah, my brothers are arse holes."
GOD DAMMIT! I DID IT AGAIN! My name is ARTHUR ARTHUR ARTHUR!
But it didn't seem to matter, because Alfred was distracted.
Ha-ha. He looks really cute when he scrunches up his eyebrows like that. Well, he always looks cute. Except when he's yelling at me. Then he's hot. Whoa- that's kinda weird. That's really weird. I should stop thinking now.
"What are you staring at?"
"You."
What. What? WHAT? Did he really just say that? Okay, calm down, you've known him for two days. Half the time you were drunk, anyways.
"Your eyebrows, to be exact."
Smooth, Alfred. Real damn smooth.
"You bloody git!"
"OW! Artie! You're gonna make me fall out of the tree!"
"GOOD!"
"NO! Wait! Your eyebrows suit you!"
"WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
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"Ohonhonhon~! Young love!"
"You don't understand how badly this is creeping me out."
"Aw, why birdie?"
"I'm hiding behind a bush, watching my brother flirt with his boyfriend, while sitting next to a French pervert who's practically drooling. And a girl who is filming the whole thing."
"What did you say? I lost you at hiding."
"I give up!" Matthew said, getting up and walking away.
Oh damn, he has a nice ass. I wonder if he knows he has a nice ass. Probably. I should tell him anyways.
"Hey! Birdie wait up!" Gilbert called, running to catch up with the Canadian.
Matthew tuned around. "Y-you are following me?"
"Duh! The awesome me couldn't let your awesome ass get away!"
"W-w-what?"
Gilbert snickered, and slapped the previously mentioned ass.
"What, you shy?"
Matthew jumped about three feet into the air, yelping like a puppy.
Well, no shit, Sherlock. He's freaking CANADA.
Who?
Exactly.
"Mattie, let's go on a date."
"W-w-what?"
"Yeah c'mon! TO THE PLACE!"
"WHAT PLACE!"
Heh-heh-heh...
Oh my god, my friend is going to rip my fingers off, one by one. Why? She loves Franada. And hurting me. ):
I DO IT FOR YOU, MY LOVELY LITTLE LEMON DROPS!
Um, this may be the last update for a while (maybe) because I'll need some time to grow back my fingers, and also because school starts again. And school hates me. A LOT.
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Sorry for any mistakes, I'm American!
-Mallory
