"Oh mein gott, Francis, not again" Roderich complained, entering to the room when his father was gone.
Francis continued kissing Arthur although the kiss became a bit... conscious.
So... the austrian boy, went right to them and... whipped Arthur's ass. Maybe without his expected response since he seemed to like it.
Did he like it?! Francis is in general, quite impressed (and jealous) Vash's eyebrows went to the SKY.
Anyways, Arthur stopped to kiss Francis because he seemed to have heard a voice.
And Francis who was quite aware of Roderich since he talked, move his head to look at his brother.
"Was it you?" he asked in soft french.
"Yes. Find another room."
"How... could you?" Francis asked looking at Roderich's eyes. "Did you see how mad he was... you... Roddie!"
"Me? How could you! Keep your... disgusting perversions far from me and I won't mind about you being a disgrace. But that one is my bed and you have been so insolent to force Vash and me to look for another place to sleep. Gott sei danke, mutter is in town."
"Don't call me a disgrace, Roddie, not you" Francis asked, hurt again. "Where else did you want me to go? You weren't using your room, I put my tie on the doorknob and I knew maman could receive you both for the night... "
"Maybe on Arthur's room, the place he should go now."
Arthur was searching his clothes over the floor and got blushed with it.
"He has a roommate... Roddie, papa will never love me again, why did you tell him?"
"His roommate could do the same we did."
"His roommate is not my brother! What's wrong with you?" Francis looked at him in the eye.
"Vash is not your brother, in the same line... but why bother one person when you could bother two."
Francis shut the eyes closed, not following the rational logic of his brother.
"Because I thought you would help me!"
"You know well that I hate those things and I hate you when you do them."
"You hate them when we are home and you have to be cold and thought like papa... but we are here and papa wasn't here! I thought..."
"I don't have to be tough like vater. I certainly am, everywhere I am. Your behavior is bad enough at home, but to come here, to my University and do the same things is an absolute lack of respect. What do you think that the people will say about me if they know that you... do those things?"
"Are you ashamed of me?" Francis looked at him again. "I didn't do anything improper, I just found a fantastic partner, and no one was supposed to know... or no one was going to know, but now we've made a scandal. Papa almost killed Arthur! He actually could have killed him! What would you think if I made papa almost kill Vash?"
"I can not understand why you are blaming on me when you was the one who started."
"I am blaming you for bringing papa here, because you knew! You knew that he was going to be insanely mad!"
"And you know too."
"I know now that you are capable of bringing papa here instead of you talking to me..."
"You seem to be taken by surprise."
"I-I... thought that there were a few things, the important things, where you were still..." Francis sighed, because Roderich was always so tough. "He could have sent me to war! To real war!"
"Don't be over dramatic, Francis. Mutter would prevent him to do it."
"He could have killed Arthur."
"Of course not, that would be murder, and he isn't an idiot" Roderich rolled eyes. Francis looked at him, frowning.
"Well he will never love me the same, EVER"
"That's something you choose. Face the consecuences of your acts."
Francis looked at him, quite devastated. Eyes filling with tears again.
"And now get out of my room." Roderich said absolutely cold hearted. Francis swallowed.
"You are just like me, even if you do not want to see it now. And I will never stop loving you for that! And if one day you are in my room and you need it, I will not be this awful!" Francis stood up and walked to the door.
"I will never be like you, fag"
Francis stopped walking for an instant, feeling as if Roderich had punched him on the stomach. He let out a little sob but did not turn to see him.
"Arthur?" He called hoping that he followed him.
I think he went out first. Ah, then forget it, Francis just leaves.
But maybe he is waiting for him. It would be great if he were there. Francis needs love! Is he there? He's bee T.
Yeeees
Francis hugged him again, directly, and started to cry again. Sorry.
Arthur blinked and blushed without knowing what to do.
"He called me fag... he doesn't love me anymore, like papa" he was particularly hurt by his family turning against him.
"Ehm" pat pat on the back.
"Come with me to the hotel, please..." Francis whispered.
"What? Are you really going to come back?"
"What do you want me to do if not come back? I have to come back, they are my family!"
"But they don't love you."
"Don't say that... they do love me. They loved me more, but they do love me. Maman loves me very much, and I love them all!"
"Well come back with them, then!" He pushed him. Francis almost fell to the floor with the push.
"Wh-What are you doing?"
"Leaving you!" He yelled and the ran to his room.
"But Arthur! Noo! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!"
Arthur stopped for a moment and looked at him.
"Come with me! Please!"
And Arthur continued walking. Francis followed him.
So, he left the door of his room open. Francis opened the door softly
"Arthur?"
He did a gesture to invite him to come smiled and came in.
"Don't you want to come with me to the hotel? I... I actually do not blame you, after meeting my father. He will be much more relaxed with my maman there"
"He almost kills you!"
"He... pushed me, yes. I will let maman know. He has never touched me in the past, though... I think it was an accident" Francis sat on Arthur's bed while he got dressed.
"He is... sometimes very scary... and I know he is really mad at me, but... he is my papa."
"I don't know, if my mother someday tries to kill me... she won't see me ever."
"But if it were an acciedent?"
"This wasn't an accident"
"He was not trying to hit me... trust me, if he wanted to kill me he would have killed me in a second."
"Anyways!"
"But I need to go to the hotel... come with me, come on!"
"You don't need to go!"
"If I don't go my father would think that I will never be back... and when he thinks I will never be back he will sell my things and change the door key."
"And what's the matter?"
"What do you mean with what's the matter? What do you want me to do?"
"Come with me, run away."
Francis looked at him in the eye because that sounded SO romantic as aaaaaaalways.
"We can go to France, with my grandparents!"
"But... I have to finish my... studies"
"Well... I also have to finish highschool..." yes, highschool.
"What? H-Highschool?"
"Well... yes. I am a year younger than Roddie"
"Y-younger?"
"Well, yes... are you saying I look older than my brother?!" careful Arthur.
"You don't look like a Highschool kid!"
"I'm not a kid" he rolled eyes.
"Yes, you are! Oh my god!"
Francis laughed a bit of Arthur's reaction.
"I knew better than you how to do a few things... "
"No! But... no! Anyways!" He walked arround so worried.
"Of course I did... why are you so worried anyway? Come on, forget that part and let's go to the hotel... has an hour already passed?"
"No! How could I forget something like... this!? And you! You, last night... you took the drugs by yourself!"
"Don't tell my father about that!"
"I-I... I will blame you, you seduced me or... whatever! I HATE YOU!"
"What? You don't hate me! Come on, Arthur! It's late!"
"I will hate you all my life long! You are a cheats trickster!"
"What the hell, I am not a trickster or a cheater! Why are you mad? You never asked my age, but you knew I was the younger brother of Roddie... what do you expected?"
"Not a Highschool kid!"
"I'm finishing high school this year! I could enroll in the army! There are lots of men of my age that don't do high school, but get married at my age!"
"What the hell!"
"Arthur, I really need to go to the hotel, can you say all these whines while we walk"?"
"No!"
"Whyyy? I really need to go, come on" he stood up.
"Because... because..."
"See? You don't have a reason. Come on! You are now dressed" Francis took his hand and pulled him towards the door.
"No! I'm not going to see your father again! Not even in drugs!"
Francis sighed.
"I cannot blame you for it... what about I go with them and then we meet later on to eat or something?" Francis smiled and winked.
"W-what?" He blushed
"I will convince maman to allow me go. Where do we meet? Outside the hotel? Four pm?"
"I'm not going on a date with you, schoolkid!" You hadn't so much problems with that question when he was the kid.
"What?!"
"Forget it! Forget everything... this was the worst thing I could do"
"Wh-What? Why?"
"Because... all of this is wrong!"
"It is not! Stop with that idea."
"It is for sure... a-and you... I hate you."
"Four pm. Outside of the hotel."
"What? No!"
"I will be waiting."
"I'm not coming! You will wait forever!"
"Why wouldn't you come? It's stupid!"
"Because I hate you and all of this is stupid!"
"It is not stupid." Francis looked at him and frowned. "And you know it, and I know that you know it, so... be there at four!"
"You are a child."
"I am certainly not a child! And you know, if I was one... well... you made me a man last night" Francis smiled.
"What? I didn't do anything las night!"
"You had sex with me. So, four pm!"
"No! I hadn't" he blushed even more.
"See you later, Arthur" he smiled and went to the door.
"No! You won't!" He followed him.
"Yes I will" he sang, smiling when he saw him walking along.
"No!"
"Four pm... don't be mad if I'm late, I am always late... how do I get to the hotel?" he asked because he had... no idea.
"You won't be late! If you are late I won't wait!"
"I will try" Francis smiled even more.
"No, I'm talking seriously!"
"What's your time limit? Half an hour? Or you are just like Roddie that cannot wait not even 10 minutes before going nuts?"
"Nothing! Zero is my time limit!"
"Oh, come on! I waited a LOT for you to get dressed and get out of the room!"
"Because I couldn't find my clothes because of you!"
"It was not because of me! It was because of my brother"
"Who undressed me everywhere?"
"I did..." Francis smiled a perfect and a little evil smile.
"That's why is because of you!" Anyways he blushed
"Well... if that is the case, yes, but it is my fault in a good and nice way" he stopped and asked someone how to get to the hotel.
"Nothing that you do is a good in a nice way!"
"Shh, since you do not know where the hotel is I'm trying to find out" he raised a hand and listened to the boy.
Arthur rolled his eyes and crossed his arms snorting through the nose. Francis half heard whatever the guy was saying much more concentrated in watching Arthur sideways, and smiling him and winking...
Arthur was concentrated on ingoring him.
"Thank you" Francis smiled the guy and turned to Arthur, starting walking again. "Well, you never told me... if anything hurt you after yesterday..."
"I'm not going to tell you anything."
"Oh, so it hurts? I'm sorry Arthur! Maman should be able to tell us what to do" Yes, he is a nightmare
"I didn't say it!"
"Well you implied it!"
"NO!"
"So it doesn't hurt?"
"What about you?"
"Mmm... I don't think so. I think you were gentle and sweet..." and I do not know if you actually...
"I'm nothing of those things!"
"You are so weird" Francis laughed.
"No!"
"Yes, I like you... " Francis squeezed his hand.
"W-w-w.." well, that was trying to be a word, but...
"But we have to behave in front of papa..."
"Uh" keep trying, Arthur, you almost succed. Francis caressed Arthur's hand.
And then they arrived to the hotel.