Meanwhile, Mrs. Edelstein was paying more attention to them than the speech of the british guy about the classrooms... (Sorry England...)

Francis was trying to do the same and failing miserably... The English got his attention even if he "didn't want it" And that's why, at last, he was paying more attention to the french that to his own speech.

"I can bet you, Mrs. Edelstein, you never saw a library like this one."

"Of course she's seen one library like this one, ours for example."

"A simple house of a farmer can't have a library like the Zurich's University library. NEVER."

"If papa heard this..." Francis whispered, amused.

"It's a library of one University! Don't be ridiculous."

"Well... yes, I know" Of course he is exaggerating with their library but, they still had a good one. A great one. It was one of the things he really liked it more from his home than from his grandfather's.

"Unless you have a four floors palace only for the library..."

"This library is not that big!" Francis laughed

"Of course it is!"

"You are really interested in the size of things... Thus you must think size matters." Francis laughed and rolled eyes.

"Of course it matters!"

"So you prefer big... things?"

"For libraries, yes."

"But you prefer that other... things are small."

"Yes, I prefer other things small "he rolled his eyes without understanding the double sense.

"Like in sex I guess... you think having a small penis is better than having a big one."

"No, I'm talking about the gentle fingers of my Urologist." Arthur stared Francis in the eyes.

Francis blinked, confused for a second, having expected him to be scandalized and not... well, not make a joke. After just one second he laughed and Arthur smiled a little without noticing, unconsciensly plesead of making him laugh.

"Aren't you too young to have dates with an urologist?"

"The hypochondria comes with the career."

"Does it? What else comes with the career? Drug availability?"

"No, that's only for clever boys." He answered and again, Francis laughed.

"Tell me, Arthur... do you sell stuff to my dear brother?"

"That's confidential."

"Even drug dealers have an ethical code? Come on... what if you sell me whatever you sold him last time?"

"Do you mean some lemmon drops?"

"I know my brother... he will not buy anything from an englishman just for the flavor..." Francis smiled mockingly.

"What?"

"He is not an idiot to buy you lemon drops that would probably kill his taste buds"

"How do you know that I'm british?"

"I know the accent of the enemy and i also know the hate of the enemy."

"ENEMY!" yelled Arthur a bit shocked. Francis laughed even more.

"Well of course you are an enemy of any frenchman. Although we all appreciate your support during the great war" He winked.

"How could you talk about enemies... of course you don't have any idea of the world history."

"Excuse me? Now you are going to tell me that our enemies are not the british?"

"I'm not going to give you a history masterclass. For sure you can find a book in your extense library."

"I've read a few... about the multiple wars..."

"Maybe you should try with a newspaper then."

"If I read a newspaper, you and I will end up being lovers"

"W-What?"

"Well yes. I'm french, and you are english, and trust me, we are not enemies now..." He smiled although...

Arthur stared him with a "What the hell?" Face thinking that he must be joking.

"But don't you think it will be that easy" Francis winked, and turned to his mother and then Arthur raised his biggery big eyebrows. "What do you think, maman?" he asked in his most farmerish french.

"He seems absolutely shocked, darling."

"Well that's exactly what I wanted... What about your other son and his lover?" Francis laughed.

"They are so cute, I think that Roro likes him more than Ludwig."

"Really? Oh my, don't tell that to Ludwig or he will DIE."

Mrs. Edelstein laughed.

"I think he is cute... Vash, not Roddie" Francis looked sideways to Arthur again... "I'm sorry for him, my brother will never really satisfy him."

"Ah! Don't be cruel!" asked his mother.

"Me? Tell him, he will always do what he did with Ludwig... smile him and tell him homosexuals are disgusting, and flirt with him the next second..."

"He will realize sooner or later what will make him really happy."

Francis looked at his mother not convinced at all.

"Or he will deny it forever and be... Roddie."

"And you will find your perfect couple someday too." she daydreamed. Francis sighed looking at her mother.

"I don't know... I'm not sure I want to find a perfect couple, you know? I like being... free" a lieeee.

"You will like more being really in love."

"That's what you always say" He looked again to Arthur.

"I promise you" She kissed him on the cheek. Francis smiled.

"Do you miss papa?"

"Oui" she smiled. "I miss him always he isn't besides me."

"It was nicer when we were kids and he took vacations with us..." and he wasn't a crazy nazi...

"I know... but he keeps loving you."

"Does he?" Francis the dramatic.

"Of course!"

"He hates it when I'm... me" drama drama.

"Oh, that's not true, mon chou" she hugged him again.

"It is, but I have you and you love me more."

"I do it and I will do forever and ever. No matter what happens."

"I know. And I love you too" sooooo sickky-sweet. She kissed him on the lips

Arthur... you probably want to react to that kiss.

Arthur, who was stalking them for some reason while pretended to talk with Roderich and Vash, raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth...

"Roderich, Roderich!" he yelled a little making the austrian look at them.

Roderich looked at them, a little annoyed for this, without knowing what to see. Vash looked at them too, but missed the kiss for an instant.

"What's happening, Arthur?"

"She kissed him! In his lips!"

"What?" Asked Vash raising his eyebrows.

"Yes... and?" Asked Roderich.

"She is... is your mother... isn't she?"

"I don't understand..." Vash always trying to think that the problem is his lack of understanding, not that the people are doing weird things

"Yes, she is my mother."

"My mother never... never, NEVER EVER would kiss me on the lips." Arthur ashured... and wait till you see Francis kissing Roderich on the lips

"Mine wouldn't either... At all" added Vash.

"Why not? It's just a kiss."

"Just a kiss?"

"Yes, like this" Roderich... kissed Vash on the lips to show it.

Omg

Arthur though the same. Vash probably pissed himself a bit.

Ugh. So lovely.

Just an expression, no. Vash stood there opening his eyes and BLUSHING.

Arthur looked them too with the mouth opened.

The butterflies on Vash stomach... He was sure even Roderich could hear them.

"Do you see?" asked Roderich like he just shook his hand.

Vash trembled, his heart racing madly

"Ehm..." Arthur looked to Vash still thinking it was weird... Look at the colour of his face!

Vash took a trembling hand to his lips, because... Roderich had just kissed him!

"Y-You..."

"Well, it's just... we don't do something like this on my home." Arthur said.

"So..." Roderich shruged, zero worried, putting his glasses on the correct place.

Sorry but, Vash is not able to articulate a word. He swallowed. No, sorry, I'm not able to make him speak. S. H. O. C. K.

"What do you think? Did you feel it strange?" asked Roderich to Vash.

Strange? Fabulous counted as "strange"?

"Ehm... pff... ehh... mmm... pff..." Vash blushed even more.

"What's happening, Honey?" asked his mother with her good sense for the things.

The swiss looked at her thankfully, at least feeling that he was not on the spot anymore.

"Nothing. Did you like the library?" answered Roderich changing the topic.

Vash didn't look at Arthur, retreating a bit from the group and grinning idiotically.

"Are you OK?" Arthur let them talking, going straigh to ask Vash.

The smile froze on Vash's face.

"Wh-What?"

"Well, I don't know. You look like..." he passed a hand on his hair.

"I-I don't look like anything, really" whispered Vash placing a hand in his mouth to cover it. He cleared his throat. "W-What do you... think of them?"

"I don't understand them, specially Francis. He said weird things."

"F-Francis? Well, Roderich... What did Francis say?"

"Ehm..." he hestiated because "something about being lovers" sounds even worse.

"Aja?"

"Bullshit."

"Bullshit?" Vash asked confused. "But what? Come on, that could not be worse than what just happened to me."

"He said that we are enemies because I'm british and he is french."

"Oh... well... it is not that bad, is it?"

"Well... but he mocked at me. You just meet someone and you mock him! What the hell? It's so rude"

"It is, but..."

"And he talked about a bunch of inappropriate things, he asked me if I prefer a big o a small penis for sex! It's like... what? I have friends who I know for ages to whom I never asked something similar... Not only about the penis sizes, but also about the whole sex topic! And he asked me on the first talk! "Arthur continued protesting as if Francis were the only annoying (and interesting) thing on the entire universe. You got him, Francis, well done. "And when I try to talk with Mrs. Edelstein, he interposes in our dialogue with the most idiotic bullshit, like "We have a library like this at home". Come on, are you kidding me? We are talking about the bloody library of the bloody University of Zurich! Where do you live? In the bloody Sorbonne? And what about those airs he has? "Yes, I'm a farmer, but the bloody king of all the bloody dirty farmers" he is a farmer, isn't it? Roderich said something about that, didn't he? Well it doesn't matter, because anyways he is a smug and I can't bear him... And what about that? "If I read a newspaper, you and I will end up being lovers" it's like... what? You are a man! Who in the hell jokes about something like this? And anyways, you don't have to specify that it couldn't be so easy like I was praying for it! Why in the hell I'm going to pray to be be the lover of a bloody smug and idiot man, who doesn't know anything about something so easy like the history of his own country and someone for whom, anyways, I feel such a deep and unadulterated loathing?"

Vash listened to all he had to say, impressed and blush with the penis part... and mumbled about the other thing from the conversation that left him startled.

"L-Lovers?"

"It is was he said! Not me!"

"A-And... W-will you be his... Lover?"

"Of course not! Although I should say yes just to scare him."

"Scare him..." He repeated thinking that he is not sure he will be scared. "Don't tell Roderich"

"Why not?"

"He has this huge problem with homosexuals" the guy who just kissed you, Vash...

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. He says they are disgusting and that he couldn't stand to even be on the same room than any of them."

"But he kissed you."

"B-But..." the smile...

"It's about that thing of... yesterday?"

"W-What thing?

"That one of the physiology lesson."

"That was not... That..." Vash looked at him quite scared. "That had nothing to do with him"

"No?"

"W-What exactly are you saying?"

"Well... everybody talked about you two and now he kisses you..."

Vash blushed even more

"I-Is not what you think and if he finds out of what you say he... "Vash swallowed

"He what?"

"He won't talk to me anymore"

"Why not?"

"It's the easiest way to... you know... shut up everyone"

"Nah, that's super guilty."

Vash looked at him... Super guilty.

"Re-Really? But if he hates homosexual with passion, he wouldn't want to be associated with someone that... Well... Makes him seem gay."

"No, if you want to hide it you would act like this." I'm actually amazed that Arthur doesn't already know, Vash.

"Oh... A-And how do you think... What do... Do... I mean, maybe he would despise me anyway and would continue acting like we are friends, just so the people would think it is guilty."

"If I were him..." Arthur thought on it. "Maybe he said that he hated the homosexual to avoid the idea of him being one... but I still think that it's so guilty do it."

"If you were him..."

"What if you were him? Or if you were really gay?" He 's mouth opened AGAIN... and he AGAIN blushed

"I'm not gay."

"Are you..?" Arthur blinked twice

"What?! No!"

He raised his eyebrows because THAT sound very very guilty.

"Ehm... the worst part is... that now we have to fight with his dumb brother!"

"Fight?

"Yes! I mean... put up with him and his bullshit"

Vash looked at him confused and still scared. I mean, why on earth was the brother important at all!

"I can bet you that he will be all the day bothering us and that kind of uncomfortable things."

"I-I don't care about the brother... Arthur... this is not what you think."

"Of course I think that he will spoil everything! If we only could make him get back to his home..."

"Why don't you try?" and get away from me just a bit so I can process whatever I've told you now.

"Try? Try what?"

"To make him go back home "

"Mmm..." Arthur glanced Francis. "W-What if..."

"Mjm?"

"D-Do you think that... I mean he... he said that of... well, I was so disgusted, but... what if he kissese me becauseof what he said of the lovers?" He whispered.

I would feel so much better if he kissed you, thought Vash.

"Well... if Roderich kissed me just because... if Francis said something about being lovers I am sure he will do to you more than kiss you."

"I will punch him on the face if he tries to... WHAAAAAT?"

"Well they kiss... Just like that..." Vash explained his line of thought. "If he was telling you something about being lovers I just..."

"I'M NOT GOING YO BE HIS LOVER!" So lovely, Arthur, you couldn't choose to yell a worst sentence than that one, could you?

Of course... Francis laughed and Arthur blushed like if he had to stop the cars on the road, putting his hands on his mouth.

Roderich and Mrs. Edelstein stared at him in silence too. Francis had the nerve to... look at Arthur and wink, why not. Then he turned to his mother and Roderich, smiling.

"I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU!" yelled Arthur with this... even more guilty if it has possible. Francis threw back his head and cackled loudly. "STOP LAUGHING!"

"Why?" Francis asked... laughing.

"Because you are misunderstanding!"

"I recommend you to shut up until we are alone..." another wink.

"I'm not going to take your advices!"

"So passionate..."

"There's nothing passionate on this!"

"By the way, you are yelling..."

"Because you don't care that you are misunderstanding!"

"Maybe you are misunderstanding too..." Francis shrugged.

"I don't misunderstand anything!"

"Are you sure? For what I'm hearing you might be misunderstanding a few things" another wink and a smile. "Now shush... Roddie was explaining us things."

"What the hell I am misunderstanding according to you, huh?"

"Shush! I will talk to you later" insisted Francis "ignoring" him.

"What? What the hell is Roderich telling us? we are in the bloody morgue! It's me who is the local player here!"

"And can you tell us something useful about here?"

"I can tell you EVERYTHING about here!"

"Do you know anything about the ghost?

"I know everything about the ghost!"

"Oh, really?" Francis crossed his arms. "Tell me about it."

"What? "the problem was that he wasn't paying real attention to the words.

"Tell me about the ghost, come on!"

"Here we have a lot of ghost. We could do a phantasmagoric tea party if we wanted, but that would be deathly boring" he laughed on his own blinked frowning a bit, still smiling.

"Mon dieu, that was a terrible joke" he laughed.

"Why are you laughing, then? "he laughed too, anyways.

"Because it was so bad it was good."

"So, at last it was good."

"No, it was awful! "Francis moved his hair, flirtingly. "You are lucky I laughed."

Arthur stopped to smile, rolling his laughed again and lifted a hand, brushing lightly Arthurt's cheek. Arthur froze with that.

Francis smiled less mischievously and more sweetly this time, and put his hands in his pockets.

"What are you... what... you..."

"We'll talk about this later"

"About... what?"

Francis had the nerve to... look at Arthur and wink, why not. Then he turned to his mother and Roderich, smiling.

"Stop trying to distract me, Arthur..."

"I'm not trying anything!"

"Well you come here and say nice things just to get my attention."

"W-What?"

Francis smiled self confident.

"Which nice things?"

"If you want my undivided attention you should ask for it. However... I will probably say no."

"I don't want it!" He frowned.

Francis smiled again, and turned to his mother and Roderich. Arthur frowned even more considering that rude, and moved quicky again into Francis' line of sight so he couldn't ignore him.

Francis smiled pleased and looked at him sideways.

"What if I say that you are the one who is desesperately trying to catch my attention?"

"Why would I want to get your attention, darling?"

"How could I know it?

"Well, If I were so desperate to catch your attention... I would have already succeeded"

"No!"

Francis smiled again, and again attempted to ignore him and instead to attend his mother and brother and he moved quickly again. Francis smiled even more.

"What?"

"Stop of doing this! We are talking!"

"You said you didn't want my attention..."

"I don't want it!"

"But we were talking. Actually it was quite rude to say that you didn't want my attention, to be honest."

"More rude is to turn around when we were talking!"

"So you want my undivided attention, huh?"

"No!"

"Please, decide what you want" he laughed.

"I... want to end the dialogue."

"Why?"

"Because it's the natural conseqüence of the things."

"Well, Let's make this a long dialogue then, if that's what you want.

"I don't want it long!"

"Are you the center of the universe?"

"No... Neither are you."

"You seem to think that ONLY what you want is important"

"It is!"

"That's stupid" Francis declared and rolled eyes.

"No!"

"Of course it is stupid, my will is also important!"

"Who really cares?"

"Then you don't want a dialogue, you are just a spoiled boy."

"What? No! Do you know? Better forget everything, get away and don't talk to me again."

"So as soon as you lose the argument you go away..." He laughed again.

"I didn't lose the argument."

"You did and you are boring."

"Obviously I didn't, I just was bored of talking with you."

"You sore loser."

"And you live in a clouds castle."

"My castle is better" Francis smiled again.

"What? No! How could be better? Better than what? Talk to you have no sense!"

"Why are you so angry?" Francis asked curious.

"Because of you!"

"Me? Me what? I'm just teasing you because it's fun and you say funny things."

"Because you are a pain in the arse. And I despise you!" He pointed an accusing finger to his chest.

"Well, despise is so much better than indifference" Francis pushed his chest against the Englishman finger's.

"What do you mean? I'm not indifferent to you... "he stopped himself of asking "am I?"

"Would that be bad? Do you want to be important to me?" He smiled.

"What? No!" He blushed a little, but he was not lying, it was just... that it was out of balance if one hated the other didn't care.

"You are definitely not important." He winked "... Yet"

"Ok... I hope this remainds that way" He frowned.

"It seems that we will never agree on anything... I hope exactly the opposite."

"That is because you are enterely irrational!"

"And you find that irresistible "Francis approached him, laughing

"What? No! I find that irrintant!"

"And you blush."

"No!" he did it.

Francis got even closer. Arthur blinked, but didn't move.

"You are totally and completely blushed... Don't you feel shame, Arthur? I'm a man" He whispered.

"W-What?" He blushed even more with this accusation and then realized that maybe Francis was a little too close.

The french raised his hand again and brushed his skin, just as he did before, getting cloooooser. Arthur swallowed and took a little step back.

Francis wet his lips and again got closer. He put his hands on his chest to stop him. He smiled, and stopped.

"What... what are you doing?"

"Knitting baskets" he declared stealing the phrase from his brother... And then he thought... "Oh dear, my brother!" and turned around to search the others.

But... chan chan chaaaan they are gone!

We knew Roderich wouldn't be patient enough... Francis smiled even more because the morgue, and alone...

"Obviously you aren't!"

And then it came... The COMPLETE invasion of Arthur's personal space, pushing him lightly against the wall. He was so close that Arthur could probably feel his breath and smell his perfume.

"Waaaaah..." he whispered, with his hands on on Francis' chest.

Francis smiled ale leaned over him brushing his lips against Arthur's cheek.

Arthur turned his head slighty

Away?

Eeeh... we still have not decided. I think he went away and... then drew a circle to get back to him, closing his eyes.

When he saw the eyes closing Francis knew he had won this battle. He kissed him softly on the corner of his mouth.

Arthur opened his mouth a little.

Francis closed his eyes and softly rubbed his lips against Arthur's Who have no idea about how to do this, but thanks to good, he wasn't using his brain.

Aaaand Francis kissed him(Kissed him as Vash would have liked Roderich to kiss him)

Arthur opened his mouth and kissed him back although he had never kissed anyone before.

It was really a hot mess, a bit awkward and probably with too much tongue, but Francis enjoyed it more than he would like to admit it.

Maybe Francis liked more the way the ended hugging him of the neck. And the intensity to respond the kiss!

When Arthur notices what's happening, he will panic. Well for now Francis pressed him against whatever is behind him and just enjoyed life. Oh... Youth!