"You can't jus seduce a human-correction: HUMANS like that!"
"And why is zat?"
"Because if they see you with other people, then they'll realize that you're jus a silly little playboy!"
Francis looks at him, as if, concernedly as he twirls a girl next to him in a trance of his charms and heart floating above her head like a balloon. He smirks as he chuckles with warmth. "I see zat someone iz jelaous~!"
Arthur takes a leans back as he scoff at him in disgust. "Excuse me! I beg to diffa!"
Francis continuously chuckles until he notices Madeline running towards him over Arthur's shoulder. "Franciiiiiiiiiiiss!" she cries out as he approaches them out of breath.
"Madeline, what are you doing heya in zis cafe? Have you come to see me? How wonderfil!" He starts as he goes on from concern to flattered.
Arthur turns from his chair. He gazes at Madeline's face, he blinks. "Who...who are you?"
Madeline brushes away the unnecessary comment and focuses on Francis. "You have to help us, I mean me, wait no him, oh I don't remember-remember his name. Then help me, please." she pleads him desperately as she grabs his shoulders and looks into his eyes.
"Call me beautiful and I'll do anyzing, and I mean, anyzing fo you."
"Idiot, she's asking you favor!" Arthur intrudes the conversation with logic. "There's no way in bloody he-!"
"Alright, I'm sorry, you were saying."
As me may, Arthur buds into the conversation, being much more concern about a familiar stranger's problem rather than Francis. "As you were saying, there was a classmate that you couldn't recognize. Is he in our class?" he began to ask.
"Actually, I believe that he is a friend of mine. He's a blonde, and has the bluest eyes ever-"
"Is she talking about Ludwig?" Francis asks.
"Idiot, Ludwig went on a foreign country trip, how the heck is she even going to meet him." Arthur nags him again about paying attention to his surroundings. Madeline shook her head violently.
"...Basch*?"
"Dummy, it's obviously Alfred! And that man doesn't have blue eyes and is suppose to be on that foreign country trip as well!"
Madeline nods at Arthur. "Thank you very much for your cooperation. I very much appreciate your shared knowledge. You seem to be very smart."
Arthur smiles, flattered by her kindness. "Oh, you know me. I don't mean to be boastful, but I am a bit of a know-it-all." he chuckles cheerfully.
Madeline smiles as she escorts Arthur to follow her towards the scene in which takes place, leaving Francis behind twirling a girl's hair.
heta(•ω•)lia!
Now Madeline is frantic, not only that Alfred could be extremely hurt, but by the fact that he went missing. He checks all around the surroundings, behind trees, bushes, but it was hopeless. She began to pull frantically on her maple hair pigtails, losing her cool. "Where can that crazy boy be?"
Arthur maturely answers that he just sucked it up and went home.
"But he couldn't move when...when he..." she trails off as the memory plays in her head like a broken record.
"What exactly has he done?"
She twirls on her hair nervously, Arthur watches her finger gets tangled in hair thicker than syrup. "Well, the door was locked so he slammed himself and the door opened...but I'm pretty much sure that he's hurt because he didn't move. I have to admit but it was pretty scary if I say so myself." she admitted softly.
Arthur sighs as he pats her head, impressed with the softness of her hair. "No need to worry about that, trust me he's a strong, strange fella. He's done it before, you just have to get used to it."
She looks up at him, the orange sun rays complementation the blondness of his hair. She admired that.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she state apologetically, noticing how the sun exaggeratedly noted to her how late it was. "I didn't mean to drag you away and keep you here at a late time."
He shrugs it off. "No worries, there's nothing left to do at days like these." He gives her an elevator look, noting that a girl like her is suppose to be getting home as well. "Would you mind if I accompany you...to walk you home?"
Madeline a bit startled, nods. "Of course! You know, nighttime is scary for me."
Arthur chuckles and reassures her that he'll make sure that no gnome will attack her. Madeline, confused, laughs as she blushes. As they began to walk, he tells her an old tale of him when he used to be a Pirate. He did all the talking as the night blankets over the sun.
Arthur, are you taking interest? Hmmm, this is making me suspicious! Just kidding, I'm sure he wouldn't do such thing.
Stay tune! Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
*Basch is Switzerland.