Being Serious

"What do you mean mon ami?" Francis asked still a little confused by the question.

Gilbert knew how Francis worked because they've been friends for so long. The Frenchman would always wait until the other finally gave in and then distanced himself. He was a player, a handsome, suave, obnoxious, seductive, and experienced man. Of course he was only able to talk like this about his friend because he was nearly caught in the trap once but a certain someone had saved him from that mistake.

Gilbert was walking down the empty hallways of the school. I can't believe my parents. His mother and father had decided to split up recently and decided to that it would be better to separate him from his bruder. Why would they do that? He was definitely more alone now and even though he acted like he was better off by himself, it really hurt him. Francis is the only one who really understands that. He has heard rumors about Francis but he didn't believe them. Gilbert walked by a music room hearing a piano. The albino stopped for some reason having it resonate to him. He knew who was playing before he even opened the door because only one person could play the piano like that was Roderich. The Austrian was sitting at the instrument swaying slightly to the beat. The sound felt so sad, it encircled the albino's body tightening around his heart. The metaphor, pulling heart strings never seemed so true until he heard this song. He wanted to cry and that would be so unAwesome. "Stop!" Gilbert yelled at him feeling the music finally let go of his heart with the few wrong notes that were pressed when the brunette jumped. Gilbert froze as the other teen turned to look at him. "Why should I stop?" he asked as his eyes widened just barely seeing the glisten on Gilbert's cheek before the silverette left quickly.

That was the first time I actually talked with him. Gilbert shook his head to get out of the memory because he now had him. "Are you going to drop him after you get what you want? Do you actually like him?"

Francis never really thought of it because he instantly did feel attracted to the Englishman when they met. "I do like him but I'm not completely sure…" he answered looking up at Arthur and a soft smile appeared on his face.

Gilbert smirked and clapped his friend on the back no longer worried. "Don't give up he's just really fucking stubborn." He felt a rather hard tug on his shirt so he looked back seeing Roderich was angry.

"Home… now…" the Austrian demanded glaring at him.

"J… Ja." Gilbert nodded deciding to finally give in. I have a feeling I'm going to be on the couch this weekend…

Francis turned in time to watch Gilbert and Roderich leave. He couldn't help but shake his head knowing that his friend was once again in trouble. The song ended and he turned back to Arthur clapping along with the crowd. He's really good at this.

Arthur realized that it was in fact Francis and he really didn't want the concert to end now. He hadn't seen Alfred since he started and seeing Gilbert leave left him with zero protection from the pervert. I just have to make sure to avoid him.

I believe I will meet up with Arthur… Francis smiled and began looking for a way to the back of the stage. He was able to go anywhere he pleased since he knew Ivan but he was going to make sure not to run into the Russian. I don't know if he's still sore… The Frenchman easily passed the guards making his way to the back of the stage. Arthur was ending the concert soon he knew because he looked pretty tired. He was amazed at how he may look tired but his voice never faltered through his last song. Finally getting to the opening he saw that he made it just in time as Arthur was making his exit.

The Brit knew he had never been lucky with anything and now he would have to add, 'Avoiding a frog', to the list. He looked up just in time to not run into the Parisian. "What? How did you?" Arthur asked looking around still not seeing Alfred.

"Mon chéri~, did you forget I know Ivan." he winked at him putting an arm around his shoulders. It took all of Arthur's will not to flinch away. "Now that your concert is done, you can relax." stated Francis smiling widely.

Arthur rolled his eyes ignoring the man clinging to him as he made his way back to the dressing room. If I just keep ignoring him.

"Lapin~? Are you okay?" Francis asked wondering if his throat hurt that wouldn't be a good thing. I wouldn't be able to hear that beautiful voice again… Then again not hearing him yell would be a plus.

"I'm fine, now just stay out!" he snapped trying to dodge in the room without Francis but that failed. Francis looked around figuring Ivan would make sure everything looked great. Arthur took this opportunity while Francis was looking around to dive into the little room to quickly change.

Francis turned to 'help' the Englishman change but saw that he had disappeared. "Arthur~." he cooed hearing some curses coming from the door. "Oh petit lapin, why are you in there?"

"Shut it wine bastard!" cursed Arthur forgetting to grab the clothes to change into. Arthur got the clothes back on to grab the pair he wore here but saw Francis holding them. "What the fuck are you doing with those?" he snapped making a grab for them only to have them pulled away.

"You need to relax." smiled Francis holding the clothes behind his back.

Arthur growled and tried to grab at them again. It lasted about five minutes at getting no closer to his clothes. "What do you want?"

"To give you a massage." smirked Francis.

Arthur glared at him not wanting to give in but he needed his clothes and wanted to get away from Francis. "Fine…" he mumbled going over to the chair to sit down and just get it over with.

Francis smiled widely placing the clothes aside as he walked up to the Brit. He lightly put his hands on his shoulders a little surprised that Arthur didn't jump. His smile grew and he began to slowly massage his shoulders for once, seeing just how tense the Englishman truly was. "You're way too tense." he explained.

"Shut up frog." Arthur growled wanting him to be quiet as he felt his body relax. It was feeling really good and dammit it all Francis knew how to use his hands. He cursed himself for thinking that but was cut off by his own small moan. Bloody hell… it feels good… His face began to heat up and he was tempted to get away from the Frenchman. Francis's hands now slowly worked their way to the base of Arthur's neck making the other man shift slightly in his seat.

Francis had to hold back from laughing when he heard Arthur moan because he knew he would then definitely kick him out and he didn't want that. He could tell the Englishman was becoming more relaxed by the second and his face was beginning to turn red. He always looks so cute~. His hands went from his neck to his shoulders down to his shoulder blades so he could lean in closer hearing a soft moan. The Frenchman smirked and lightly kissed his ear.

Arthur felt the light kiss but surprisingly didn't do anything against it just feeling too good from the massage. Definitely know how to use his hands. It was when he felt the Parisian lightly nibble on his ear that the moan that came out next was a little louder and he pulled away this time. "Do… don't do that!" he exclaimed still very red in the face.

"So you have sensitive ears non?" Francis asked smiling widely.

"N… no you git!" Arthur yelled quickly going over to grab his clothes so he can change in the room.

Francis pouted and sat down in the chair waiting for Arthur to get dressed. His smile grew thinking of a way he could 'help' the Brit without really touching him. "Arthur~." he cooed wondering if he would hear him.

"Shut up wanker!" yelled Arthur in response.

Smirking he pulled the chair up close to the door. He knew Arthur wasn't in there for very long so he could roughly guess at which point he was of getting undressed. "It is a good thing you can hear me mon chéri because now I can help you undress~." Arthur's eye twitched seeing as his voice got closer and checked to make sure the door was in fact locked. "I slip my arms around from behind you to help undo your buckle and pants." Francis started smirking wider and his face would probably split if it grew any wider.

What is that bloody frog doing? Arthur decided to just tune him out because it was like he could see through the door because he was taking off his pants at that time. Better shut the fuck up.

"My hands hook into your pants to help slowly lower them down your legs." he continued trying so hard not laugh.

Arthur was trying to move faster at taking off his clothes but found himself, instead following what the other man was saying. Tune him out, tune him out, tune him out... He repeated in his head cursing himself as Francis's voice only seemed to get louder. Don't let him get to you!

"I slowly move in front of you making sure to keep one arm on your waist. When I get in front of you I grab the edge of your boxers but start to move my hand toward…" Francis explained suddenly being cut off by the door slamming open. He barely moved in time from getting hit and before he knew it he was being strangled.

"I will castrate you right here and now if you don't shut the bloody fuck up!" Arthur screamed red from anger but mostly embarrassment.

Francis couldn't help but still smile seeing as he did his job very well. He put his hands on top of Arthur's pulling at them to signal he got the point. However Arthur wanted to see that smile disappear finally off his face and continued strangling him. That is until the door opened up and they both looked over. Alfred took in the scene he just walked in very slowly. Arthur was standing there, nearly on top of Francis strangling him, or so it looked, with only boxers on. "I'll… come back later." he stated closing the door and leaving quickly.

Arthur then took the time to see the position he was in and quickly pushed away from the Frenchman. He glared at him before going back in the room to change in record time. Why the hell does it always happen like that?

Francis massaged his neck lightly still smiling a little. Wrong timing once again little Alfred. He got out of the chair and away from the door just in case it opened quickly again. When Arthur came out he was back in the clothes he came in with. "Mon petit lapin I was mostly here to tell you that our second date will be tomorrow~." announced Francis turning around when he heard Arthur come out.

"I will kill you if you try that ever again." he growled moving to leave.

"I thought you said castrate." Francis snickered.

"DON'T PUSH IT FROG!"

This was very interesting to write. For a second there I thought I wouldn't be able to write Francis being a pervert but I made it~! I hope you guys like this chapter and I don't know how fast I'll be able to update this week seeing as I'm going back home on Wednesday for the holiday but I will try. Reviews are still greatly appreciated.