"You were talking about how you were gonna tap-" Gilbert said before his mouth was rudely covered by Matthew's hand when the twins yelled his name angrily. Arthur glared daggers at the albino, wondering if he could get away with murdering him along with the frog.
"Gilbert, if I hear you say just one more word I will make sure you never set foot in this house again." The Briton threatened in a cold authoritative tone that made Gilbert quiet. He didn't want to be banned from the house, since then he couldn't hang out here with Matt...
"Well, before we have anymore interruptions, I'll continue the story." Francis broke in, saving the albino from his husband's wrath as it was once again focused on himself.
"Frog remember, short and CLEAN! Do you understand me?" Arthur spat menacingly and Francis nodded quickly. His husband could be so scary sometimes! Even though the Englishman seemed small and weak he had proven himself to have quite the powerful punch. Francis remembered being the victim of them on numerous occasions...
"D'accord. So Arthur was now working beside me, though soon he'd be laying beneath me-"
"FRANCIS!"
"Yes, yes I'm sorry! I had to. No more from now on!" Francis shouted back, raising his hands up in surrender while trying to reign in his chuckles.
Arthur turned back to his work, hoping to keep his new obnoxious neighbor from his mind. This was quite difficult because the bloody Frenchman was humming that stupid song from Moulin Rouge. Only speaking the one part with a slight deviation from the normal line.
"Voulez vous coucher avec moi Arthur!" Francis sang as he edited the novel in front of him. He was a masterful multitasker and prided himself in being able to do most things one handed, if you know what he means. The Frenchman smirked as he heard the muffled noise of a head bashing itself onto a desk. It was only a matter of time until the cute little Englishman was in his bed. Hmmm...Who should he seduce after him?
Sadly, Francis soon realized that Arthur was not, in fact, going to be easy to coerce into bed. For some reason he didn't fall for any of his normal charms. He would yell and punch and curse at him. Even kneed him in the groin a few times. Fortunately, nothing was damaged from the abuse. Though, his shin was bruised from the nasty kick he received after groping that nice ass.
Arthur had even tried to file a harassment suit only to find out that the bloody pervert was one of the best editors in the company. In contrast he had been working there for less than a week. Bloody hell. He'd have to deal with him himself. At least he didn't get in trouble for yelling at the Frenchman or punching him. In fact Elizaveta always gave him a thumbs up after he beat the pervert away. Then she'd grin at him and start writing on a piece of paper, her whole manner very excited. He wondered what she was writing...
His thoughts were interrupted when he was spanked quite suddenly. He let out a startled (and certainly very manly) yelp of surprise, turning around immediately to face his tormentor. He gritted his teeth, glaring at the bloody annoying handsome Frenchman. Except not handsome. Definitely not handsome. He was a frog.
Francis smirked at him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively while motioning with his head to the back closet and then giving a wink. Arthur reddened and angrily kicked the man's shin, enjoying the hiss of pain as the other clutched his now injured leg.
"Don't you dare insinuate I would EVER have intercourse with you ESPECIALLY at the work place!" Arthur ordered furiously, only receiving a pout from the Frenchman.
"You are so stiff Arthur! Let me help you relax! If you come over to my place I could give you a massage~." Francis continued, releasing his injured leg to wrap an arm around the uncooperative Englishman. He didn't think he had ever worked this hard to get someone in bed. It merely made the game more exciting.
"Get your bloody hands off me!" Arthur yelled, wrenching the arm away from him and taking a step back. "Elizaveta can't you help me?" He groaned, glancing back to her. They had been fighting right in front of her and she was once again scribbling on papers.
The brown haired woman looked up, a mischievous smile on her face. "Arthur~, could you do me a favor? I just cant draw this hand correctly. Model this drawing for me?" She asked innocently, holding out a piece of paper with a very detailed picture. In it, Francis was dipping a blushing, practically naked Arthur and kissing him roughly as the Brit clung to him desperately. Arthur's eyes were as wide as dinner plates, all semblance of innocence he'd had before this job shattered before him. His face slowly began to get hotter and redder as he looked at the graphic drawing.
Francis on the other hand seemed absolutely delighted at the picture. Really, Elizaveta had outdone herself this time. He gave her a wink before wrapping his arms around the frozen Brit. He met no resistance...yet. His smirk grew as he dipped him down quite suddenly, relishing the gasp of surprise as startled wide eyes turned toward him in confusion. He was dipped more and on instinct he grasped at Francis shirt, trying to keep his balance. And then the world froze as lips pressed against his own, warm yet demanding, seeking entrance immediately.
As soon as he felt the others tongue enter his mouth, Arthur snapped back into reality. His green eyes narrowed and he bit down on the tongue, grinning cruelly at the pained yell as the other pulled away quickly. He grunted when he was dropped, hitting the floor with a thud. Francis was covering his mouth, his eyes teary, looking at him like a kicked puppy. Arthur almost felt guilty. Almost. Then he glared and stood up, threatening him graphically that if he ever pulled a stunt like that again he'd have him castrated and deported. With that said, he stormed back to his cubicle. The day was almost over, just a few more hours...
Francis whined as he pulled his hand away from his mouth. Merde, that hurt! He had never worked so hard on a single person. What was his problem anyway? He pursed his lips in thought before lifting his eyes toward the secretary. Elizaveta was trying to stem the blood flowing freely down her nose while also making sure not to get any of the red liquid on her drawings. This doujinshi was going to be amazing!
Francis rolled his eyes and smiled, his tongue still throbbing. Elizaveta was so odd. She encouraged his sexual exploits, as a long as they were toward men. But if he ever thought about going after Roderich she'd beat him with her frying pan yelling that he was hers. Still, she did supply him with great pornographic images...
"You know, Arthur seems to be more of the traditional type." The brunette pointed out, head tilted back. Francis turned to her curiously. "Maybe you'd get more success if you took him out on a date."
The Frenchman blinked. A date? He hadn't gone out on a date since high school. He frowned in thought. A date meant something serious... Did he want something serious? Usually the answer was a straight out no. But... He really wanted to see Arthur's sex face ("PAPA!" "But its the truth!" "Bloody frog"). Yes, he would go on a date with Arthur, then have sex and then end it. Perfect plan.
Arthur was furious, absolutely furious. The damn Frenchman had embarrassed him in front of the entire office! And Elizaveta was working with him! Obviously no decent woman would fantasize and draw such inappropriate scenes, especially of her coworkers. Francis must of put it up to her, the poor girl. At least he had been able to steer clear from the pervert the rest of the day, though that fact did nothing to quell his mounting anger.
Why couldn't he stop thinking about the bloody frog? And that stupid kiss, why did it send shivers down his spine whenever he though of it? How he flushed bright red in embarrassment when his mind would return to the event. Bloody Frenchman and his conniving way of sneaking into his unconscious. He was going to kill that man, castrate him then kill him.
As soon as the clock struck five he stormed out of the office, not waiting to be ridiculed for the display earlier. He past Elizaveta without so much as a glance, gritting his teeth when he heard her giggle quietly. He walked faster, striding hurriedly through the streets, anger brewing within him. He needed a drink and needed one fast. At least it was Friday, he could stay away from the bloody frog for the next two days. Maybe he could get him deported...He'd have to make some calls.
In his fury and dark thoughts involving elaborate plans to get rid of the infuriating blond, he had failed to notice said blond following him a few steps behind. Francis smirked, as he watched his little Englishman silently brood about how much handsomer the Frenchman was compared to him, how he wasn't worthy of the others admiration. Or at least that's what Francis assumed he was thinking about. He waited a few moments as Arthur stepped into a ratty bar, aiming to surprise the Brit with his presence.
Arthur stalked into the dimly lit pub, slightly crowded on this Friday evening. He slipped into one of the stools and glared at the counter top, his only hope to get hammered and forget about the mess of today. He wanted the kiss, the embarrassment and all thoughts of the stupid frog to just erase from his mind. He ordered his drink and the bartender passed it toward him. Taking his first sip, a voice disrupted his peace.
"Arthur! No hello? How rude." Francis spoke up with a pout, turning his head to look at the startled Brit. "And after you almost bit off my tongue! I still have not yet received my apology..."
Arthur was blinking rapidly, the Frenchman could not be sitting next to him! His grip on the glass tightened to the point where he was afraid he would shatter it. "Listen to me carefully Francis." He spoke quietly, seriously and with as much menace as he could muster. "This is not work. I don't have to take your damn abuse. If you do not leave in the next minute I will personally see to it that you are castrated, deported and forced to toil in the putrid alleyways of your precious Paris! And if you think you deserve an apology because of that bloody stunt you pulled you are gladly mistaken." The Brit was practically seething.
"You are always so tense Arthur. Et, it would be very rude of me to leave in the middle of our first date."
Arthur's eyes widened and he chocked on his scotch, coughing horribly as blush formed upon his face. "WHAT?" He yelled, turning to face the blond for the first time, green eyes staring at him in disbelief.
"Quoi? We are on a date, non?" Francis responded coolly, innocent smile in place. Though his blue eyes looked at him with pure amusement.
"No, we are definitely not! Why would you ever think this was a date, you bloody moron!" Arthur snapped back trying to reign in his blush. Did this man really pride himself in his romantic skill when he couldn't even realize what a date was?
"Of course it is. What is a date to you then, mon petit chaton?" Francis asked, trying to suppress the urge to grin manically. The Brit was too cute when he was all flustered and bothered, he'd have to do it more often.
"Dinner at a nice restaurant. Not some bar! Why am I even talking to you? Ge-"
"Dinner? D'accord. I'll pick you up demain at seven. See you then Arthur!" Francis decided happily, jumping of his stool gracefully. Arthur stared at him in confusion, almost not reacting when the Frenchman leaned in to give him a kiss. Luckily he got his senses back in order to smack him away. What had just happened?
Wait...Did Francis just ask him out?
"Francis! I would NEVER go on a date-" He stopped, glancing around the shady bar for the missing silky blond hair. Where had the frog gone? He ground his teeth and smashed his head against the counter. The insufferable wine bastard had left before he could refuse to go with him! Did that mean he had to go now? Fuck!
Arthur groaned and downed the next drink. He needed to get wasted now more than ever.
Arthur glared at the clock, it read 7:01. Bloody Frenchman didn't even have the decency to arrive on time. Not that he was waiting or anything. It was just common courtesy to arrive when you said you would and not late. The nerve, he should be grateful that he was even letting him take him anywhere!
He heard a knock on his door and shot up from his seat before freezing. What was he doing? If he rushed over to the door than it would seem as if he wanted to go. Which certainly wasn't the case. That was why he decided to not even wear a tie to this stupid thing. Maybe he should... It would take only a second to go get it. Another knock and he abandoned the idea, scurrying toward the door. He reassured himself it was only because he was being a gentleman.
He opened the door to reveal his...ugg date. He cringed at the word. And then he took in the sight before him. Much to his surprise, Francis looked good. His hair was perfect, his outfit perfect and his eyes were so blue and deep. He repressed the urge to stare and quickly looked away, bloody hell he was blushing again. Life was truly against him.
"Bonjour Arthur! You look ravishing." He complimented with a sweet smile as he offered his hand to the Brit. Arthur scowled at him, his usually defense, and turned away from the wino in order to lock his door. He walked past the blond, head low and refusing to speak to the git. Why was he doing this? Maybe he could of hidden in his bathroom for a few hours...
Francis raised an eyebrow at Arthur's reaction, half hoping he would jump into his arms and beg him to take him there on the steps. Then the couch, the table, the shower and finally the bed. Sadly, Arthur was a stubborn brat and so he merely followed his sulking date down the sidewalk of the busy city. Skipping until he was beside the Brit he tried to grasp the others hand, only to have it wrenched away and get a smack on his arm.
"No. No hand holding. I cant believe I'm even doing this. Keep your hands to yourself." Arthur snapped sternly, quickening his stride. Francis pouted and let out a dramatic sigh but didn't try again. Hopefully, Arthur would loosen up during dinner or this whole plan would crumble and he'd never get to see his Englishman in complete bliss. They walked in silence, Francis directing their route through the city streets while Arthur followed, head down and hands fisted by his sides. Maybe he should just run for it.
"Almost there~" Francis sang, doing a little spin in order to grin at the Englishman. Arthur rolled his eyes at how absurd the Frenchman was acting. Why was he so happy anyway? It was just dinner... Though, it did make him feel happy that Francis was actually happy to go on a date with him. Not many found his company very appealing... He shook the thought away, Francis never made him happy, unless he was in pain of course.
"Where are we going anyway? It better not be some bloody french restaurant." He grumbled, though it probably was. He bet Francis had chosen the snootiest french establishment only to spite him. Damn Frenchman, so vain and self centered. Why had he agreed to go to this? Did he really expect it to go we-
"Non. I knew you wouldn't enjoy it. So I chose an Italian restaurant. I hope you enjoy their food." Francis answered with a soft smile. Arthur furrowed his brows, his hurried steps slowing in thought. Had Francis actually been considerate? That was impossible...but he had. Arthur resisted the urge to smile. "Of course, I was debating on going to an English place but I think the last one closed down due to murdering the culinary arts~" The Frenchman teased, the Brit was way too quiet. He wanted to rile him up a bit.
Arthur head snapped up in order to defend his national pride. "English food is delicious! Much better than the crap you wine bastards serve." He snarled, ready to aim a kick to the others shin. Francis chuckled and put up his hands up in surrender.
"It is merely the truth Arthur! But anyway, we are here." Francis announced, showing of a lit up building with open arms. Arthur looked up at the refined building with a sign that read Spendere Tutto. It looked expensive, very expensive. How did Francis have money to spend on such lavish dinners? He'd be find going to Olive Garden. He felt a tug on his arm, pulling him toward the restaurant. He yanked his arm from the grip quickly. He got the message and started to walk toward the restaurant.
Francis had a reservation for them and so they were immediately whisked away to the dimly lit back, seated at small table for two. Arthur looked around the place, finding it disgustingly romantic while Francis ordered a fine wine for the both of them. The Englishman picked up the menu and winced at the prices. Maybe he should order the most expensive item so that Francis would become bankrupt and leave him alone... No, that seemed a little heartless at the moment.
A waiter came skipping over to them, an obnoxious curl bouncing along with him in his reddish brown hair. He smiled down at the both of them before introducing himself. "Ve~ Buon Giorno! My name is Feliciano and I shall be your server today. So do you seen anything you like?" He asked happily, eyes darting between the two of them before smiling wider.
Arthur inwardly groaned, he probably thought they were a couple. Which they certainly were not! Francis ordered for him, seeming to have planned this entire dinner and not even asking him if he wanted to have pasta. Bloody french prat didn't care about him at all. It was all a cheap lie to get in his pants. As the menu was taking gently from his hands he found himself getting slowly angrier at the blond in front of him.
"Is something wrong, cher?" Francis questioned, taking sip of wine from his glass. The cute little waiter, Feliciano was it, had filled his glass. Arthur glared at him, anger boiling over at the amused look in those damn too blue eyes.
"Yes, as a matter a fact there is." he sneered, sitting up and crossing his arms. "All of this is just an elaborate plan to get in my trousers. You don't care about me or my feelings, all you care about is your bloody libido and frankly I dont like being used. Especillay by a bloody frog!"
Francis blinked at the accusation, trying to mask how true it was. Arthur made it sound so cruel! He pursed his lips in thought, his plan seemed to be failing. He sighed sadly and looked over at the cute little blond. "So, I'm guessing I wont be seeing your bedroom tonight?" He asked.
Arthur reddened in anger and embarrassment. "No! Of course not. I cant believe you!" He hissed, getting ready to leave. What was he thinking, coming to this stupid date thing with the vile likes of him.
"Arthur, do not act like I am in the wrong here. I am trying to do this your way, to get to know you better. Do you realize I haven't been in a serious relationship in a very long time? Yet, this entire time you've said absolutely nothing. I have learned nothing more from you, so how could this night be successful when you close yourself up so tightly? Now if it ended in bliss, then I could see it as a success." Francis replied coolly, making Arthur stiffen in his seat. Green eyes narrowed on him, scrutinizing his relaxed exterior.
"You don't want to get to know me. You want to fuck me then dump me. I know your type Francis and I honestly have no more time for this." Arthur spat angrily. Francis raised a brow.
"Has that happened to you before? Do tell. I wish to know more about you, mon petit chaton." He asked smoothly, genuin interest glinting in his blue eyes. Arthur tensed, and didnt say anything, merely staring at the Frenchman. Francis let out a sigh, swirling his glass around before taking another sip of his ruby liquid.
"You see Arthur? You tell me nothing so how am I suppose to enjoy your company unless we are doing something more physical." He accented the last word with a seductive smirk, his blue eyes meeting the green stare.
Arthur bristled at the comment and crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. "Why would I reveal such personal information to a frog like you?" He spat, waiting to see how the Frenchman would reply. Unfortunately, he never got the chance.
Feliciano, their waiter, came skipping to their side, balancing their food on his platter. He set the two bowls of pasta down and refilled Francis' wine glass. "Buon appetito!" He cried before striding away and leaving them to their meal.
Francis smiled as the waiter retreated, he was quite adorable. But he had to focus on the prey at hand. He turned back to Arthur and picked up his silverware gracefully. With expertise he twirled the strands around before placing them in his mouth neatly. Delicieux. The price was well worth the food but it would be better if Arthur enjoyed it. He looked up and couldn't help but let out an amused laugh.
Arthur was red, his large eyebrows knitted in concentration as he battled cruel strands of spaghetti. With clumsy movements he grappled with keeping the strands on his fork while not getting the red sauce all over his face. Hearing the other chuckledmade him redden more and glare fiercely at the Frenchman. He huffed, dropping the silverware onto the table and crossing his arms. He wasn't hungry anyway.
"Shut up, frog. I haven't had spaghetti in a long time" He tried to defend himself.
"You mean you haven't had edible food in a long time?" The Frenchman corrected and received a scolding green glare.
Francis gave him a sweet smile as he twirled more strands on his fork easily. Instead of placing them in his mouth though, he leaned forward. Arthur stared at the pasta offered to him and his green eyes narrowed at the frog.
"I am not letting you feed me."
"Oh come on Arthur! You must have at least one romantic bone in your body? Let me have this one thing and I wont bother you for sex the rest of the night." He promised, blue eyes pleading for just a small gesture of intimacy. Arthur blinked at the earnest request and sighed bitterly. He grumbled to himself before leaning forward and wrapping his lips around the pasta. It did taste very good.
"Now is that so bad?" Francis cooed, grinning as he twirled more pasta for his date. Arthur gave him halfhearted glare and eyes the pasta, he wanted more. When Francis offered his fork this time the Brit didn't hesitate to take it in again. Francis' smile broadened. He continued feeding the blond, enjoying how he didn't seem as angry anymore. Finally he had caught a break with the difficult man. Of course, their peace was soon disrupted.
"Ahh!" Came a cry and the pair turned their hands in surprise. Just in time to see their bubbly waiter trip and the bowls on his plate fly into the air. And soon, the pasta splattered all over them as the bowls shattered on the table and floor. Francis blinked a few times, feeling strands of warm spaghetti sliding down his face and sauce in his beautiful hair. What a disgusting mess!
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the stubborn uptight Englishman begin to laugh. A loud happy laugh that left him clutching his sides tightly with his eyes squeezed shut. Francis stared at him, he had never heard the other laugh, it was a beautiful sound. The large smile gracing the blond's features made him that much more handsome. Really, Arthur needed to smile more often. Francis felt something warm in his chest as he smiled sincerely, letting out a small chuckle.
Yes, he loved to see Arthur happy, even if it meant staining his clothes and dirtying his hair. It was well worth it. That fact surprised him.
"Y-you look like a bloody mess!" Arthur panted out, trying to regain his composure as he wiped at his watery green eyes. "You probably spent hours dressing up and look, your a mess. Bloody brilliant!
Francis gave a pout, pulling out a few spaghetti strands from his shirt. "You are so cruel, cher. I am not the only one covered in sauce you know." He pointed out, smirking at his date who still looked cute even with food splattered all over him. And he had yet to stop smiling! The night truly was a success now.
Arthur rolled his eyes and was about to retort when their waiter rushed toward them, tears in his big brown eyes. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so so so so sorry!" He cried, bowing his head with each word.
"Do not worry. It is fine! But may we have our bill? Merci." Francis answered, giving him a reassuring smile. The red head bit his lip before nodding and hurried away. Arthur picked up his napkin wiping his sauce covered face.
"Well I'm going to need a shower..." he mused, small smile still in place. Francis found himself loving the smile more and more.
"May I join you?" He asked playfully and received a halfhearted glare.
"I thought you said you weren't going to try anymore." Arthur reminded sternly and Francis let out a small chuckle.
"Desole! It is difficult for me not to..." He flashed a seductive smirk before turning to accept the bill. Feliciano also brought them two towels which they accepted happily while also stating that they were receiving a discount because of the incident. The red head once more began apologizing fiercely, threatening to cry and forcing them to reassure him once more that it was alright. Francis paid and soon they were out on the streets again, except the mood was much lighter.
"Well, that was interesting." Francis announced as they walked down the sidewalk, receiving odd looks because of their attire. He ignored them, he was too happy to care.
"I suppose it was." Arthur agreed, smiling softly and looking up to the sky. Wait did he and Francis actually agree on something?
"You know Arthur, you really should smile more often."
Arthur stopped and turned to the Frenchman with a raised brow. "And why is that? Because I'm too 'stiff and grumpy'" He sneered, he felt more comfortable being angry at the frog.
"Non, because you look breathtaking when your happy."
Arthur felt his cheeks redden at the comment and the way the blue eyes seemed to stare into him. It was probably just a lie anyway, some other tactic to get in bed with him. Well he wasn't going to fall for it! In fact he was going to curse him out and storm away-
"May I hold your hand this time?" Francis asked, looking at the others soft pale, empty hand longingly. Arthur scowled and sighed before hesitantly reaching out his hand and letting the blond grasp it. Francis grinned at him before walking down the streets once more, hand in hand and covered in sauce. They must of looked ridiculous.
Arthur wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings. His concentration was focused on keeping a frown on his face and not letting slip a small smile. He wouldn't give Francis the pleasure. Bloody frog. He did however look up when their pace slowed down substantially. For some reason Francis had stopped, turning to look into an empty shop window of a closed down building.
"Why have we stopped?" Arthur asked, not with anger but with curiosity.
"Hmm? Ah.." Francis turned to him. Was that a faint blush on his cheeks. "Desole...C'est juste...Rien..." He murmured nervously and Arthur raise a brow.
"I would think you'd be a great liar Francis." The Brit teased, looking at the building. It was small, must have been a shop before it closed down. The inside was a mess of dust with electrical wiring sticking out of the walls. "So what is it?"
"Its silly..." Francis answered with a nervous smile, looking to his feet. "It just seems like a nice place to open a bakery..." He continued. Why was he telling the Englishman this? He had yet to tell anyone of his lofty plans. Arthur blinked in surprise.
"A bakery?"
"I've always dreamed of having one..." He answered with an embarrassed little laugh.
"That's not silly."
Francis looked up, the Englishman's serious tone surprising him. He tilted his head in slight confusion and met determined green eyes. "As a matter of fact, I myself have always desired to be tailor." Arthur confessed and his date blinked at him before giving him an encouraging smile.
Why was he talking to Francis like this? He was the bloody horrible perverted frog of a man who tormented him at work! His face reddened slightly and he started to walk away, tugging the Frenchman still holding his hand along. He needed to get home and think. Francis let himself be dragged, imagining Arthur sewing skimpy outfits and wearing them for him. He smirked at the thought, definitely an idea to save for the future.
The future... Did he see a future with Arthur? Earlier no...But now...Now, there was a possibility. Something about the blond made him happy, even though he was quite impossible to deal with. When he smiled though, well...the world seemed brighter to Francis.
Unfortunately, they reached Arthur's small home sooner that he would of liked and the Brit let go of his hand. The short haired blond quickly scurried up the steps, wanting to get home already when Francis' smooth voice stopped him.
"So, mon petit chaton, did you enjoy our date?" He asked hopefully, watching the Englishman stiffen. Arthur paused, had he?
"O-of course not!" he lied, crossing his arms and scowling before turning around to face the Frenchman. "How could I ever enjoy spending time with a frog like you?"
Francis chuckled, his smile never wavering. "You like fairy tales and fantasies, non? Well, in those stories, the frogs turn out to be the princes." He remarked, winking up at the startled Brit. "Well, I shall take my leave now. Au revoir, princess!" He called, letting out a teasing laugh before skipping quickly away. Arthur blushed and scowled, turning to his door to unlock it. Bloody french frog.
Did he just call him a princess? Oh he was going to pay come Monday.
"Francis, your stories too bloody long!" Arthur interrupted, red faced and anger boiling. He still needed to interrogate the Lithuania about his impromptu need for adoption and his damn husband was eating up the time. Francis blinked, glanced over at the clock and inwardly cringed. It was getting late. He looked around the table to find his sons embarrassed and slumped over in defeat, the loud one was still laughing, Toris was smiling nervously and Ivan was sitting up and listening intently. How nice of him!
"Fine. I'll stop here. Do not worry, I'll continue at some point...maybe in less detail." He reassured the table. Alfred and Matthew groaned at the prospect of sitting through all of this again.
"Well, it is g-getting late... We should probably go." Toris said, standing up nervously.
"Hold on. We have yet to discuss important matters." Arthur reminded the brunette who sighed in defeat. He guessed he'd have to talk now. "Alfred, Matthew go show Ivan the upstairs and stay there, alright?" He continued.
"What? Dad! I don't want to show him my room! Can't he like stay outside or something?" That's where the commie deserved to be anyway. He kept glancing at him during the story as if to rub in his embarrassment!
"Alfred! Stop it. Behave yourself for once! You are going to be nice to Ivan and stay with him upstairs until it is time for them to leave. Understand?" Arthur said sternly. He was on the edge, what with his bloody husbands damn story and Alfred's behavior. His fuse was runnin out.
Arthur groaned and grumbled, knowing the look in his fathers eyes meant certain death if he argued. Stupid commie. It was all his damn fault. "Fine." he hissed. "Lets go Ivan." He ordered, stomping up the stairs to show his displeasure. Ivan blinked, standing up from the table and smiling at his hosts before following the American up the stairs. It was unfortunate Alfred's french father could not finish his story, he wanted to know more of the normal courting behaviors of males in America.
From what he could gather the process began with arguing and sexual innuendos, then you went on a 'date' at an eatery and hoped the night ended with laughter or intercourse... Hmm... He still needed to learn more about all this, it was quite intriguing. Perhaps investigating the second floor would yield more answers... He wondered if he was aloud to go into Alfred's parents room, after investigating Alfred's room thoroughly of course.
Sorry for the wait. Schools a bitch and I took a bunch of APs because I'm an idiot. I'm going to try and update every Sunday... Keyword being try..
So now we know Papa's and Daddy's first date! XD
We'll learn more of their beautiful heartwarming romance as the story goes on... Though I'm thinking of writing their story in detail in some companion story.
My brain keeps coming up with weird *coughpervertedcough* ideas with them...
So next chapter I look forward too because it shall be more humorous than this one.
It includes: Interrogating Toris, Ivan investigating everything and giving Alfred heart attacks with his questions. So much fun.
Also I hope this chapter was good...Its pretty long... I don't want to disappoint... I mean like almost 100 reviews! That's so scary! And amazing!
Gah I'm afraid I'm going to like mess up... I'm probably just over reacting lol
See you all hopefully in a week~
Review because I love you...And Papa Francis loves you!
In fact I'm trying to work up my nerve to write something lemony with him... Maybe reviews will encourage me...
Just saying~
No promises yet though...I'm still pretty nervous about it...hehe... Though there WILL be some...at some point...later...
Okay I'm done my rant now. Love you, bye!