Baaw, I was going to update yesterday, but then I started watching HetaOni again and was like "Must…keep…watching O_O" so then I lost the motivation because I got HetaOni obsessed all over again…I lurv it so much…
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Well his first reaction would've been to cock an eyebrow and stop walking, but he continued on. The second time he walked past the two, he had to do what he would've originally done. "Uh…what're you two doing?" Matthew asked.
Alfred and Arthur separated, the American looking like he was having the time of his life. "Dude! I totally convinced Artie here and since we're in France, might as well do the cheesy kiss with an Eiffel Tower backdrop," he grinned before hugging Arthur close to him. "It took a long time, but eventually he had to cave in to my awesomeness."
"You sound like Gilbert…" Matthew muttered to himself before perking up once more, hoping that the American didn't hear what he had said. "That sounds kind of like an excuse to me," he pointed out and Arthur blushed. Alfred simply laughed and clapped Matthew on the shoulder, having let go of the British guitarist.
"Dude, I don't need to make an excuse," he grinned and Matthew could only roll his eyes. Gilbert soon trotted up to them without Antonio, a large grin stretching his lips.
"Dudes, this place's awesome! Obviously not as awesome as me, but it's pretty cool! Paris has midget buildings!" Gilbert piped and the three sent him a blank look. "…What? What're you looking at me like that for?" he then asked, cocking an eyebrow in confusion before Alfred burst out laughing for seemingly (to Gilbert) no reason. "Uh…hey, can you two tell me what's wrong with him?"
"I think he thinks your 'midget building' remark was funny," Matthew deadpanned and Gilbert returned to grinning obnoxiously. "I personally thought it was strange."
"No way! It was awesome like me—just not as awesome!" Gilbert pat his chest with his fist. "But it's true! These things are nothing compared to New York or Tokyo!"
"Dude, you've been to Tokyo?" Alfred piped, laughter halting abruptly. "I've always wanted to go there and Kiku and I are gonna raid the stores there! Man! I'm gonna go poor!"
"You're talking like that's a good thing…" Matthew muttered and Alfred replied with an overly enthusiastic 'it is!'. At the moment, Matthew couldn't tell whether Alfred was joking around or not. "Say Gilbert, where's Antonio?"
"Antonio? I think he went off to find something to eat…" Gilbert halted his chatting with Alfred and averted his attention to Matthew to answer. "Saw him walk into some sort of bakery—I dunno where Frenchie is either—need to rape him again. Say, that reminds me, when's that concert tonight? I don't want you guys ditching me and Antonio."
"We'd never do that, trust me…well…I'm not sure about Al, Arthur or Francis, but I wouldn't and Kiku wouldn't. It's at nine tonight at the Zénith de Paris," Matthew answered. "You'll just have to meet us back at the hotel, I'm sure we'll all be there before we leave."
"Great!"
"Ah~! Mira, mira! Este pan es la cosa mas hermosa que he visto—jya~! I got a three foot long (1) loaf!" Antonio happily exclaimed as he approached the group standing at the base of the Eiffel Tower. Lo and behold, the Spaniard had a three foot long loaf of, likely, French bread (2) and a bag of what seemed to be croutons.
"Holy hell—gimme some, gimme, gimme!" Gilbert piped, snatching the loaf of bread from Antonio's hand and breaking off a large piece. He then proceeded with stuffing it into his mouth and talking at the same time. "Ah you goa eah hose crootons plai?"
"Hell yeah I am," Antonio grinned. "Croutons are amazingly amazing—and more awesome than you, especially when you subtract the salad (3)."
"What? No way—baked bread is not awesomer than I am," Gilbert grunted as he swallowed the bread he had stuffed into his mouth. "Here Birdie, try some!" he broke off a piece and handed it to Matthew just as Alfred stole the loaf from him. A bit thrown off at the new nickname, Matthew took a moment to take the broken off piece of bread from the rapper.
"You guys are ridiculous…" Arthur muttered, facepalming as Alfred mirrored what Gilbert had just done not too long ago. "Such a big fuss over bread…" he continued as he took a piece Alfred had broken off for him.
"Hey, I bought that with good money!" Antonio barked, prying the remaining one and a half feet of bread from Alfred.
"It's fresh," Arthur remarked once he swallowed the bread.
"Yeah it is!" Antonio grinned, biting straight off of the food. "Had to wait quite a bit for them to finish it, but it's totally worth it as you can see!" he then swallowed. "Hey, did you guys see the Arc de Triomphe?"
"The what?" Alfred asked.
"That big arc kind of thing!" Antonio poorly clarified for the American. "The one that's like—oh I don't know how to explain it—it looks like a building, but it's not a building," he huffed. Alfred still was giving him that blank look that clearly read 'I dunno what yer blabbering about, so I'm gonna ignore ya'. "Whatever, damn, you guys took a lot! I might have to go back for more—I'm hungry!"
"You're always hungry," Gilbert waved a hand in the air dismissively. "You should buy a café or something, but then again, you'd suck pretty bad at it," he began to snicker at the thought. "People would start to think life's meaningless…" he burst into a rather uncontrollable fit of giggles.
"What? What do you mean they'd think life's meaningless? I'd be an amazing café owner!" Antonio grinned dreamily, staring off into space with borderline sparkling eyes. "Just imagine! I'd give them free T-shirts too just for coming!" Antonio piped and Gilbert began to snicker again. "What?"
"Oh nothing, nothing," he waved his hand in the air dismissively once more.
III
Arthur entered their hotel room to find Alfred texting likely Feliciano on their bed, staring up at his phone with a determined expression. "What's up?" he asked as he plopped down into the space next to Alfred, rolling over so that he was also on his back. "Is it Feliciano again?"
"Yeah…" Alfred sighed, letting his hands fall onto his torso, phone resting on his chest. "He and Lovino just got into a huge argument according to Feli…" he glanced at Arthur and tugged him closer to himself. Arthur turned onto his side so that he could get into a more comfortable position in Alfred's arms, closing his eyes and nuzzling into Alfred's shirt.
"Feliciano doesn't seem like the type to argue…And you shouldn't stress too much about them to the point it dominates your life…" Arthur muttered into Alfred's T-shirt. "It's not healthy for you or the people around you…" he continued. Alfred smiled and squeezed Arthur briefly.
"Aww, thanks Artie," he muttered, nuzzling into the guitarists hair. "But I just feel like I'm in the middle of everything…I mean, I'm trying to help out Yao too ya know…"
"Yeah, but don't worry about it until we actually have to deal with it in Berlin," Arthur remarked, looking up at Alfred. "Remember, you have a life outside of helping people."
"Yup, and that life's you~!" Alfred grinned, rolling over so that he was above Arthur. Leaning down, they kissed. "So, we've got a concert in about two hours, what'll we be doing until then?" he muttered, the two nuzzling each other like dogs.
"We do have to get to rehearsal too you know."
"Yeah, we have two hours until rehearsal, that's what I meant," Alfred grinned, leaning up and playing with Arthur's hair. "I mean, this is Paris man, there should at least be a few things that might interest us other than lovey dovey shit."
"This is 'lovey dovey' shit Al," Arthur smiled back up at the American singer, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind Alfred's ear. "And I don't feel like doing anything at the moment—can't we just stay in here?"
"Aww, you're such a hermit Artie~" Alfred snickered, earning a swat from Arthur. "Yeah, yeah, we can stay here if you wanna," Alfred then continued, rolling off of Arthur and landing on his back next to said Briton. "Ah, this place is like, perfect temperature and stuff~"
"Better than London?"
"No way! London's awesome! It doesn't have 'midget buildings'," Alfred snickered. "Gah, how about a nap? We don't really get that much sleep these days since we like to stay up and hang out so much…" Alfred suggested, rolling onto his side so that he was facing Arthur. "That sound good to you? I think it does," he smiled and pulled Arthur close to him in a hug.
"Sure, I'm fine with that."
There was a brief silence before Alfred spoke up once more. "Hey Artie? You awake?"
"Yes I am Alfred, I'd never be able to fall asleep that quickly," Arthur reassured, cracking an eye open to look at his boyfriend. "But I would've appreciated it if you didn't bother me."
"Oh…sorry Artie. Anyways…you know how we're going to be seeing Ivan in Germany?" Alfred asked, looking Arthur straight in the eye. The Briton simply nodded his head and Alfred sighed, closing his eyes. "Can you help me when we see him? Like…just be there?"
"Yes I will Alfred, whatever made you doubt that is absolutely ridiculous," Arthur sighed, leaning forward so that their noses were touching. "I'll always be there."
"You sound so cheesy~"
"But it works."
III
"Ah! That was a nice nap—sup guys?" Alfred greeted, stretching his arms high in the air, Arthur following behind slightly groggily. "Gotta get this party started do we? Where's Mattie and Frenchie?"
"Meh, they went off somewhere," Gilbert snorted, itching at his head. "I have no idea where they went, but I'm sure they left us to do some kinky things," he grinned and began snickering and muttering to himself. Alfred blankly watched the Prussian talk to himself before sighing, concluding that the guy was slightly hopeless. "We don't wanna interrupt on anything, so we're just waiting out here."
"Oh," Alfred muttered, rubbing his chin. "How about we just leave without them? They should know how to get here and it's their fault for leaving in the first place."
"True, true, c'mon let's go—"
"Were you planning on leaving us?" Matthew questioned as he and Francis approached the group.
"No we weren't!"
"Eh, si, they were," Antonio grinned obliviously, jabbing a thumb at Alfred and Gilbert. "Those two were hablando about leaving you two and assumed that you'd be able to find you way to the Zénith," he continued to grin obliviously at the two wavy haired blonds. He was either actually oblivious, or he was trying to get them in trouble and was putting up a rather impressive act. The latter was more likely.
"Ha, ha! A-Antonio was just in Spanish mode and thought we were saying that!" Gilbert grinned. "Don't mind him—he's loopy!"
The two obviously didn't believe him, but decided not to fret over it. "Uh…okay."
They were driven to the Zénith and had finished up rehearsal not too long before the concert began. Backstage, Matthew was making a few final touches to some still vaguely visible bruises on Alfred, having finished up on Francis not too long ago. Gilbert, Antonio and Francis were chatting animatedly, likely plotting what they'd do to terrorize their friends next with the huge grin stretching Gilberts face as he laughed hysterically and tried to talk at the same time.
"M'kay Al, that's it," Matthew grinned, stepping back. "I can't see a thing—serious."
"Cool," Alfred grinned, lifting his arm so he could inspect one of Matthew's many works. "You did great Mattie—come on guys! Let's go out there!"
They played out their usual routine, their first song being Elle Me Dit. Alfred and Francis were both singing the French song and he didn't know why, but Alfred felt like a badass singing in French as Arthur gaped at him from his spot to his right. Every now and then, Francis would blow a kiss into the crowd only to be elbowed in the ribs by Alfred who told him with a grin not to do so. Alfred enjoyed hitting the high notes in the songs chorus, it had taken him quite a bit of time to learn this song.
They followed up with Body Language, a song both Alfred and Francis were rather fond of. They had decided that since Francis's arm was broken and he was incapable of playing guitar, he'd be singing until further notice. Alfred continued to send Arthur sly looks as well, hovering closer to Arthur when he sang 'parlez vous Français', the Briton obviously having no idea what Alfred had just sang. He understood the Spanish and Japanese parts though since they were known by many people (4). Obviously Alfred would sing the chorus (even though he was in fact rather fluent in Spanish) and didn't stop sending Arthur looks, Francis snickering to himself whenever he caught Alfred doing so.
They then continued with a song Kiku had written for them called Hattafutte Parade. Arthur would sing it since Kiku had written it specifically for the Briton. Alfred grinned once Arthur started the song, leaning over to Francis and remarking how much of a good singer Arthur was. He may have mentioned it before, but Arthur sounded like a whole different person when he was singing in Japanese. He was impressed that Kiku's keyboard could imitate a bagpipe, but then again—technology these days. He couldn't help but snicker whenever Arthur sang 'Pabu te go paredo (5)', it just sounded like it related to a pub and it was very likely. It was also funny how Arthur would add a rather appealing dance move whether it was intended or not. He also had to keep himself when Arthur said 'fish andu chipusu wa (5) '.
Their fourth song was Vous which Francis would sing. Arthur was on the guitar while Kiku opened with his keyboard set to the 'music box' setting. Alfred stood aside, smiling at his band mates. Sometimes they could seem like the normal boy band and sometimes they put so much emotion into it that it was almost embarrassing. He brined at Matthew, giving his half-brother a thumbs up. Matthew was obviously trying not to cry as he played his drums. When they got to the bridge, Francis had his eyes closed as he sang, the song clearly directed towards Matthew even though the lyrics didn't exactly fit and he wasn't facing the Canadian physically.
Matthew jumped out of his seat and tackled Francis once they were done. Antonio smiled at that and began to think about likely Lovino with how his smile fell slightly. Alfred grinned and tugged Arthur closer after throwing an arm around the guitarists shoulder. "Man, I really liked this concert mainly because it made me feel awesome," he grinned.
"You sound like Gilbert—anyways, more than the one at the O2 on Christmas?"
"What? No way! But they're like, tied right now, I kinda like the one at the O2 a bit better, but this one was pretty fun," Alfred grinned, glancing over at Matthew and Francis, snickering to himself. "Well, obviously Mattie seemed to be effected by out last song—Frenchie and I were keeping Vous and Elle Me Dit a secret…so sorry about that…"
"Yeah, I really wonder why you just gave me a music sheet without a title that one day," Arthur shook his head with a smile. "At least I know what it was for now."
Alfred hummed before pulling his phone out when it began vibrating in his pocket. Flipping it open, Alfred read the text he had received, a frown forming on his face. Blinking, Arthur peeked at the screen, asking what the problem was now.
"Ugh, I…I don't really think things are going very well back there…" Alfred muttered, snapping his phone shut—he'll reply later. "They're just tangling themselves up pretty badly."
"Who? Ludwig, Feliciano and Lovino?" Arthur asked, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. "I thought I told you not to overthink about them."
"Well you didn't say it exactly like that, but they're kind of becoming a hazard to each other—should I tell Feliciano to just take a break from them or what? I have no idea what to tell him…poor guy," Alfred muttered, glancing at his closed cellular and pondering whether he should reply right now. "He sounds really confused."
"He probably is—here, we can talk about it when we get back to the hotel, maybe we can get some help from Antonio and Gilbert too, so we can talk about it in the café," Arthur nodded his head. "Just tell us what's going on and we'll figure things out from there."
"You make it sound so much more simple than what it is…"
"Yeah, that's because it is simple. You guys are just making it more complex than it should become."
"Sounds a lot like us."
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Elle Me Dit by Mika
Body Language by Jesse McCartney (not T-Pain collab)
Hattafutte Parade by Hetalia (I dunno who to give credit to…TT^TT)
Vous by Merwan Rim
Este pan es la cosa mas Hermosa que he visto – This bread is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
Hablando - Talking
(1) Three feet – Just under a meter for those out of the US ^^'
(2) French bread – Ah…fresh French bread right out of the oven is the best thing on this whole damn beautiful swollen blue ball (lol, quoting France). Admit it (I wish I could put the Me Gusta rage face here…).
(3) Croutons are best when you subtract the salad – Oh, that's so true for me…
(4) Body Language, Spanish/Japanese parts – Am talking about the Konichiwa and hey little chica parts. I'm sure a lot of you know what those mean :3
(5) Pabu te go paredo/fish andu chipusu wa – That's the actual Romanization of those lyrics no matter how you hear it :P I've got only one year of Japanese under my belt, so that's why I know that much…TT^TT I also had to add those parts mainly because those are my favorite parts to the song :3
Holy hell, I want a three foot long loaf of French bread O_O Fwaah~ I was typing this as I listened to Can You Feel the Love Tonight? In French…D Bwah! I love the Hattafutte Parade's! I love how they add their national anthems in the middle of them (I'm not so sure about America's…). I just love…:3 It made me love Germany's national anthem and when I heard England's, I was like "Now if only it actually sounded like that…". I dunno, I'm an alternative freak, I just think it sounds better than having a whole bunch of people sing it :3
Vous is such a beautiful song…TT^TT Ai lurve it…Oh gosh, I've said so much here ;A; So I'll stop now before I say anything else. Please review, love to hear what you have to say and peace out my friends :)
Fun Fact: The metal part on the pencil (near the eraser. Hey Sky, there's only one metal part on a pencil, why'd you have to put that there?) is called the 'ferrule'.