Hallo~ I'm back. Have another chapter! I warn you: you might don't like Francis after this chapter, and future chapters! XD
"Ludwig." A cold voice called his name. "Yes your highness?" The German asked before he bowed low in respect.
"You are to forget what you saw and heard, understood?" Alfred said, still bent over Arthur inside the locked cell, like this was a everyday experience.
"Yes, sir, of course."
"Good. You are dismissed. Have a good evening." The knight stormed out of the door, getting laughed at of Antonio because of his strange behavior.
"Pst! Are you really going to inspect me?" Arthur asked while staring at the prince.
"Yes, every inch of you. Here and there, and there..." To continue his perverted joke was very difficult when getting kicked in the balls of a furious brit. Just ask Alfred. He clutched his hurt area and hoped to hide the tears coming from the corners of his eyes. After ten minutes of pure awkwardness he got himself talking again.
"I'm sorry, Arthur-" He got cut off by Arthur's angry voice.
"Get away from me, you dirty wanker! I'm in fact very insecure of my own body, and you are not helping. Leave right now, and never come back!"
Alfred sat inside his chamber, thinking mode on. What had he done wrong this time? 'I should go and apologize.' He raised from the chair but stopped himself. 'Arthur is mad at me. Maybe I should leave him alone for some time? Yes, that's the best thing to do..' A fly died in the window due to cramps of Alfred's hardcore thinking aura.
The Frenchman prepared the table for dinner. He was humming lightly with excitement, because today he was having a special guest over for dinner. A certain noble killer. "Mmmm mmmm." He was sure that Arthur would come. After all, he had hired Berwald to get him.
The Englishman sat inside his cell as usual. "It's BOOORING, I want to leave this cell!" He shouted. If he sat here any longer he was sure he would go insane. "H'll'!" A happy voice called out to him. Two sea green eyes eyed him. 'So scary!'
"Eh.. I don't think I want to leave anymore... haha." The Swedish knight glared at him for a long, long time before he said:
"Th't Fr'nch knight, B'nn'f'y 'w'its y'u in his ch'mb'r. Y'll c'm', right?" Sweat began to gather on Arthur's back. 'Franci- the frog, want to see me?'
"What is his business with me?" The knight smiled a terrifying smile and harked out some "Hah.. hah.. hah.." Obviously enough, he hadn't laughed in a while. "H' w'nts t' din' with y'." 'Francis wanted to dine with me? So very strange.. but I'm a gentleman, I can't decline. My pride gets the best of me.'
"I'll come along. If you let me out of here first so I can follow." Two big hands unlocked the door and cuffs. The many pieces of metal fell to the floor with heavy 'clings.'
"C'm'." Berwald didn't bother to tie Arthur's hands, he trusted his strength and speed if anything were to happen. The large man left him outside Francis's chamber. This was a perfect chance to run, if Francis hadn't appeared in the doorway with a smug smile.
"Welcome, Arthur. Please step inside at once before it gets cold~" The assassin took the challenge and walked past the cunning wolf in a sheep's clothing. Francis noted that Arthur had his back to him, so he silently locked the door with a wide grin. The key went down to rest in a crook of his pocket. He walked up to hug his guest from behind.
"I'm so glad you're here. I woke up a bit early to prepare this, I hope it suits your tastes." The Frenchie said while sniffing Arthur's hair.
"It wasn't like I have a choice when you send that terrifying man to scare me along. You are playing dirty, Francis, and I do not approve." The inviter laid his hand over his heart and smiled.
"You play dirty as well. Even, are we? Good. Now take a place at the table."
Arthur stopped in wonder as he saw none more than two chairs pulled up to the table.
"Where are the others? Wait, does this mean that it's only you and me?" He asked in fright. He. Alone. With. Francis- Oh no.
"Oui, only you and me.." A slim hand made out all the bumps of his back's spine, pushing him forward to the table as well. Arthur wanted to turn around and decline, but he couldn't make himself to do it. Food shouldn't be wasted, and he would regret disappoint the stupid frog since he had worked so hard.
'I hope the food isn't poisoned..! Nah, if it was me I would go right for the kill. Poison is expensive but-'
"Excuse me, but this food isn't poisoned, is it?" The host lifted his eyebrows in surprise, but laughed it off with a hand gesture of bliss.
"Non! I save my precious poisons for someone else!"
"Who? Care to tell me?" Arthur asked, knowing half of the answer. Both Alfred and Francis was fond of him, right?
"Let's just say it'll come as a surprise. Serve yourself." That over confident smile made the guest doubt if he really wanted to eat.
"Why don't you recommend something to me? I don't really know where to start." Arthur said. Francis got up from his chair and over to the guest's chair in a flash. He took the Englishman's hand in his and reached for the chicken, pressing their backs together. The assassin tensed up and tried to hide it, but Francis felt it.
"Relax, trust me. I can taste some of your food for poison if you want?" If the food was dangerous.. Francis could try it first.
"That would be very pleasurable, thank you." The perverted frog picked up one of Arthur's forks and lifted up some salad to the plate in front of them, bringing some of it to his mouth. The other watched intently looking for signs of poison. None. The killer sighed in relief. Francis picked up more and brought it to the smaller man's lips. "Do you plan on feeding me by hand?" He asked stubbornly while trying to avoid the delicious looking salad. The Frenchman only giggled and shoved the fork closer to the target's mouth, smearing some oil on Arthur's lips before licking it off when it rolled to his chin. Arthur blushed furiously. "Gah! Get away from me, pervert!" He pushed Francis away with the little strength he owned, but the Frenchman dropped the fork on the table and grabbed his wrists.
"Easy, Arthur. Don't overreact." A husky voice rang into his ear. He stood up and tried to walk away, but Francis was behind him, pulling him down on his lap. 'This is bad!'
He picked up the fork with salad on and put it to his captive's lips. "Open up." Arthur shook his head. 'No!' Francis snorted and took it himself before linking their mouths together, passing it over to his kissing partner. Arthur swallowed it and gasped.
"That was gross Francis! Ugh.. what is this feeling?" His body was on fire, his cheeks burned red. It felt like a fever was building up inside.
"That's a part of the effect. I kind of drugged you with poison." Small pants came from the assassin's mouth.
"B.. but! You ate some of the food as well!" Francis's lips turned upwards in an amused smile. He waved with a little bottle before Arthur's eyes.
"I took the antidote before you came. Just think of it. You're on your way to die, Arthur and it turns me on," Said Francis before moving Arthur's hand to feel the bulge in his pants. He winced away from Francis's crotch area.
"No..! I don't wanna die.." He huffed with sadness clear in his eye. Francis chuckled lightly.
"Then..." The knight played with the guest's hair. "Fight the poison inside your body, Arthur. Don't let it swallow you whole." Arthur gripped the collar of Francis's uniform jacket.
"Give me the antidote, please! I-I can do anything..!"
Francis swapped away the hands at his uniform jacket and walked to sit at the couch.
"Non. I want to wait until the last minute. I want you to beg for me." Arthur crawled over to the door with much difficulty. He reached up and tried the door handle but it was locked. He punched the door to make some noise. "Alfred, rescue me from the frog! ALFRED, I'M DYING!" Arthur whipped around to face Francis, who was chuckling in amusement. "Onhonhonhon. Arthur, the door is locked. Its no use, so come over here. Come to papa, mon petit lapin.. do you want the antidote? Come and pay for it. You wouldn't want to be in debt to me, would you? After many years of being in debt to a person like Gilbert makes one learn, doesn't it?" Francis cooed. Arthur frowned lightly.
"I wasn't in debt. He took me in as a member of his family!" 'No, Arthur. Only a member of his minions.'
"Come here. The longer you stay there your remaining lifetime will shorten." Francis coaxed while curling his finger at his guest..
"What do you want?" Arthur asked. The Frenchman's face lit up. Finally his guest was going for it!
"Everybody want something. You and me. Even that stupid prince. You want to live, you also want the antidote to make it happen. I want a lot of things, but it's only one thing I truly want. It's you, Arthur Kirkland. Are you willing to exchange?"
''I-I'll take your offer.. But you better hold your end of the deal!''
Francis: Onhonhonhon.. What will happen now? I hope to get my hands on your Elizabeth Tower, Angleterre!
Did you like the awkward Francis-being-Francis action? I apologize to all USUK fans, but this was bound to happen.. (Forgive me, it'll continue in the next chapter.) -MobileWriter ;)
