Chapter 13: Candlelight is the best

As the living room finally started to look like someone could actually live here (but still get sick after a month and die), Arthur took a big sigh of relief. He was actually getting somewhere with this place.

He looked around to see Gilbert already making a nest of his own by the small cooler filled with beer and magazines, whilst Francis was planning out how to re-decorate this place and who to invite to the party.

"Ooh~ Gilbert, what about this colour? If we make the floor like 'this' it would look incroyable!"

"Nah, it's too fancy. I want something awesome, like me!" Francis pouted and began to flip through the pages again.

"All right, but if I can't find one you like, we're definitely having that."

"You said that about the last one, Franc." The Englishman chuckled as he listened to the two bicker before he picked up his things and moved to the next room.

"What the fucking shit did you do in here Gilbert? I'm worried as to what those things clumped against the wall are..."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, That was from the time I had a food fight. It was pretty funny, seeing Antonio throw a tomato into this guy's face.", he laughed, pointing to the Frenchman.

"That reminds me, Gilbert, shall we invite him to our party aswell?"

The room went quiet until the albino piped up and firmly said "No."

Francis saw the seriousness in his eyes, and decided not to ask why.

"Okay. Well I'm definitely inviting this person- their name sounds interesting.", as he pointed to the list of names he had in a little diary (he couldn't remember all the names of the countless ladies and men he was 'aquatinted' with).

And so the day continued on pretty much the same, with Arthur abandoning the lower floor by dinner time to start cleaning the bedrooms.

I am not going to be sleeping on the floor. I would rather sleep outside than on the floorboards that reeked of unmentionable things.

As he headed upstairs, he glanced over the corridor balcony and realised why the Prussian man had bought this place. The stars were more visible than any other place he had been to, and the moon was perfectly reflected onto the lake below.

The mountains were highlighted amongst the horizon, with a few trees scattered here and there. It was truly one of the best sights he had ever seen.

As the blondie headed back from his shower to the room, he found the hallway was loitered with small but significant white candles, leading up into his bedroom. He followed them, feeling a little cautious.

He didn't know if it was a trap, and he'd be sucked into the room ajar to his or not. But as he walked through the doorway, he gasped as he saw a gorgeous ring of light around the bed, contrasting against the darkness.

In the middle sat gilbert, with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand.

"Since you've done so much work today, I thought that it'd be nice to give you reward. Oh, and I have a tray of chocolates too", he smirked, as Arthur paced towards him and gave him a passionate kiss of gratitude.

"Thank-you, Gilbert."

"Anything for you, Princess." The Englishman, his green eyes lit up by the candlelight, sat on the bed and embraced the albino, before undoing his shirt.

Gilbert put the bouquet in the vase nearby and kissed the other man's back as he undid Arthur's belt buckle. It was surprisingly easy, as the belt had been worn enough times that the leather was no longer stiff. Arthur took off his last item of clothing, and turned round to face the man with a well-built body structure, and ran his hands down from his shoulders to his hips. Gilbert kissed his cheek as they got into their positions.

They next day, Gilbert awoke to the smell of burning bacon. He coughed a little, before realising that the guy who was supposed to be next to him was gone.

Storming out of the room, he yelled, "FRANCIS! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY DID YOU LET ARTHUR IN THE KITCHEN?!" The Frenchie popped his head out of his bedroom door.

"What? Oh, I was wearing noise mufflers." He suddenly wrinkled his nose and exclaimed, "Mon Dieu! What an awful smell."

However the Prussian man was already scrambling down the stairs, and bursted into the kitchen. The awful cooked signalled 'hello' with a mask on his face, as if he was welding something.

Gilbert immediately turned off the stove whilst trying to avoid getting any of the vicious sizzling oil on him.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Prussia sighed, face-palming all the while.

"Well," pouted the Englishman, "You know that once I wake up I can't get back to sleep, and nobody else was up, so I decided to make breakfast whilst I waited."

He was given a pair of quizzical looks, as the Frenchman had now joined them.

"Why couldn't you have done something other than cooking instead?"

"Oui, you could have gone to fetch the newspaper or watch TV-", the person who was trying to cook looked down and took off his mask. I had only wanted to do a favour for them, as they always do the cooking for me- and one of my duties should be making food for clients, not the other way around!

The duo saw the look on his face, and began to feel guilty.

"Désolé, Arthur, but please don't cook for us. You don't need to, as you're doing so much already. Let us help and make the meals instead."

He nodded, and went out of the kitchen.

A little later, the doorbell rang. The trio jumped a little, and fixated on the door. Mr. England stood up and waltzed over, quite curious.

"Parcel delivery for uh- Francis Bonefy"

"Bonnefoy!" yelled the Frenchman from where he sat.

Gilbert simply sniggered, taking note for next time he wanted to tease his friend.

Arthur signed the packages and looked curiously at the boxes. "What did you order?"

"Wallpaper and curtains amongst other décor. Gilbert and I came to a decision last night whilst you was busy cleaning the rooms upstairs."

Arthur raised an eyebrow as he looked inside. "How did you come to a conclusion on these colours? They're all bright and they clash!"

Notes:

Incroyable- amazing, incredible

Pink roses- Commonly used to signal passion or gratitude (in this case, both)

Mon Dieu- Dear Lord!/Heavens!/(you get the idea)

Writer's Note:

I think this was a rather nice chapter, whether you want to call it a 'filler' or not. [Pretty nice for a filler, I'd say. Gilbert was so sweet!]

~looks at time~ Oh shize, I should be gaming with my friend by now! Oh boy, he's gonna be mad.