A/N: Finally! We have a new chapter! :D Oh this is a little random but I want you to know that I read all your comments like 100 times and think about replies to all of them but I never have time to type up my responses! One of these chapters I'm going to do that I swear. Actually there's one reviewer I'd like to reply to simply because of confusion and it's
Bakura From School- thank you so much! Your review means a lot! And I really like Denmark's involvement too, but I think you're confusing one of the characters for someone else because I haven't included Holland in the story (yet) lol.
ahahahaaaa on that note everyone seemed to be under the impression that Laura was Belgium. Now where exactly did I say she was Belgium? XD Anyway you guy's have gotten me hooked on the idea so I've decided she WILL be Belgium, but because it's deterring me from my original plan, there's gonna be something a little surprising that comes up involving her because I don't really want to completely scratch the role I had for her in the beginning lol.
Once again thank you for your reviews and putting up with my lateness!
Onward!
O ~ O ~O
"What a bunch of idiots." Arthur hissed outwardly as he stormed back down the stairs. "I swear if the lot of them cold get any more obnoxious..."
"Ve Arthur did you get them?" Feliciano called as he entered the room. Arthur nodded, crossing his arms.
"Yea they're coming." He muttered, casting a glance at the smiling woman by the door holding a tape measure. Had they really been in this cabin for an hour? It felt like only a couple seconds.
"Can you explain again how this is going to work?" Ludwig asked. The broad German stood alone in a corner at the other end of the room, and as far away from Feliciano as possible. Seems like they're not getting along either. Arthur mused, looking over at the peppy Italian.
"I will love, don't you worry." The woman chuckled, pulling off her brightly colored scarf. "But I think it's best we wait until the others have gotten down here. Then I don't have to explain it twice."
Arthur sighed, rubbing his hand thru his hair impatiently. What was taking them so long NOW? He'd just told them they were to come downstairs! And clearly he wasn't the only one getting annoyed. Yao was pacing around the island of the kitchen, a troubled frown tugging at his lips, while Ivan stood nearby drumming his fingers on the wall. He shuddered inwardly. Though no words had been exchanged between the Russian and the young Chinese boy, there was this horribly fierce and hostile air that sparked between them, engulfing the room in a tense haze. Whatever had gone on between them, Arthur could only guess it wasn't good. His eyes flitted to Romano and Antonio. Well at least the air there wasn't so tense. More agitated then anything else, and all of it coming from the chestnut haired Italian. Romano was lying on one end of the couch, scowling at a smiling Antonio at the other end.
Berwald was standing just a little always from him, eyes closed as if in thought. His smaller roommate, Tino, was hovering around the door next to Lukas and whispering to him. The timid looking blonde was wringing his hands nervously, occasionally ceasing the action to lean over and speak into the others ear. Lukas gave only a small nod each time and had only once turned to whisper back to him. I wonder if they're brothers. Arthur thought. They certainly did look enough alike. But if he remembered their last names were different. Cousin's maybe? Or just friends. Arthur decided he would assume the latter for now.
"Alright we're here what's going on?"
Arthur twitched visibly at the sound of the American's voice. Damn bloody wanker, he thought, rubbing his sore nose. The swelling was still pretty bad but no nearly as awful as when the bastard had hit him. Arthur was ashamed to admit that he had severely underestimated the other boy's right hook.
"The seamstress is here to take our measurements." Ludwig answered gruffly from the far end of the room. "Now hurry up! We don't have all day!"
"Yea yea coming we're coming." He heard Alfred mutter. Arthur tensed as he felt the other boy brush roughly past him, the American not giving him a passing glance as he stopped by the large fireplace on the other side of the room, his friends in tow. Gilbert and Roderich were glaring vehemently at each other, and Elizaveta seemed to be emitting her own murderous vibes from behind them, but not one of the trio spoke a word. Francis stepped down next, tossing Arthur a shrug before falling in next to him. He would have to ask the frog about what had happened later. The final to creep down the stairs was Kiku, wearing a befuddled expression on his face as if he was trying to make sense of what had happened upstairs. He must have caught Arthur glancing at him, because he gave the Briton a small nod and a polite smile before walking over to stand next to Yao. He's not so bad, is he? Arthur smiled inwardly. If he was going to make a friend in this damned place perhaps it would be him.
"Now that you're all here, I can start." The woman said suddenly. "I'm only here to take measurements, nothing more. As I'm sure you've already been told you won't be getting your uniforms until Monday morning. Taking measurements can be a little arduous so don't worry I'm not going to make you all stand around for this. However I'm going to ask that all of you return to your rooms and stay there until I'm finished. I'll come by each room one at a time and then move to the next. As far as the measuring itself well I'll explain that to you all individually."
"No way! I'm not staying cooped up in that tiny little room with that idiot any more then I have to!" Romano spat in protest.
"It's not such a big deal Roma." Antonio. Arthur frowned, cocking his head curiously at the Spanish boy. Was that agitation he heard creeping into the brunette's voice? It seemed even Antonio's happy go lucky demeanor was starting to break down.
"Don't call me that!" Romano shot back.
"Would you rather I called you Lovi?" Antonio teased, an amuse grin slipping back onto his face. Romano's cheeks glowed red as he scowled menacingly at the other boy.
"Don't call me anything! Just shut up!"
"Can you cut out your lovers spat for a moment and give other people a chance to talk?" Soren broke in. "Why do we have to stay in our rooms? Is it seriously necessary? I mean in case you hadn't noticed lady, we're not exactly one big happy family here. We don't really get along." At least some one admits it, Arthur thought inwardly.
"Damn right! How could anyone get along with that guy?" Gilbert yelled, pointing a finger angrily at Roderich. "He's unbearable!"
"I'm unbearable? Oh that's fine talk coming from someone like you." Roderich shot back.
"Für wen zum Teufel hältst du dich eigentlich ?" Gilbert hissed. (Who the hell do you think you are?)
"Would you two knock it off?" Yao snapped. "You're incredibly obnoxious."
"Who asked you?" Gilbert yelled at him. "This isn't your conversation so shove off and shut up."
"Why don't you?" Elizaveta seethed. "You're not doing anything but causing trouble. Besides it's as much his business as yours. We're a team here. We all have to know what's going on. Don't you get that?"
"Sure but none of you are making it easy!"
"Hey neither are you!" Soren argued. "You haven't done anything but argue with him the whole time."
"You haven't been doing much either though have you?" Arthur felt his blood chill at the hauntingly familiar heavily accented voice. It was probably only the second time he'd heard the Russian speak and he already didn't want to hear him any more.
"All you two over there have done is follow that idiot American around. At least fighting is more productive then doing nothing."
Arthur's chest swelled with gratitude, surprising him. So he wasn't the only one who couldn't stand Alfred Jones. Although he was sure the other boy didn't particularly like Arthur either. Didn't seem like he really liked anyone.
"There isn't anything productive about fighting!" The American yelled. "I of all people should know that by now."
"Then why don't you practice what you preach?" Romano snapped. "I'm not going to listen to someone like you!"
"I don't think you'd even listen to yourself Romano." Antonio muttered loudly.
"Shut up who asked you!"
"Hey this was our problem everyone else butt out!"
"It's not just your problem Gilbert."
"If you think fighting is so productive why don't you fight me?"
"Your pathetically weak that's why."
"Leave him alone Ivan. There's truth in what he said."
"Bastard!"
"I wish you would stop that. Seriously you swear way to much."
"Ve Romano cut it out!"
"Can you guys maybe stop fighting? Please?"
"Don't bother Tino they're all idiots."
"Who are you calling an idiot you pint sized punk?"
"You obviously."
Arthur's ears roared with noise. Nearly everyone was yelling, the vibrations bouncing wildly around the small room and engulfing it with sound. God shut up! He hissed inwardly. Enough was enough his ear drums were going to break at this rate. But as he opened his mouth to call for silence, another voice beat him out.
"Shut up all of you! NOW!"
The silence was instantaneous, like an unheard bomb exploding in the room. The speaker, Ludwig, had stepped out from his corner, hands slammed against a small table.
"This is neither the time nor the place for this idiocy." He snapped. His voice was edgy, slicing through the tension thick air as if it were nothing. "If you must fight do it else where! This is ridiculous. You all are acting like children. Grow up. This woman is here for us, she makes a simple request and you turn it into an argument! She wants you upstairs in your rooms. So get up there now! And the first person who argues is going to have their head taken off is that clear?"
Arthur watched nervous expressions flit around the room. The German had been relatively quiet since the beginning. He never would have guessed he ha that sort of temper.
"Brother why are you dragging me-"
"You too Gilbert." He cut in. "Get going."
Arthur watched as Gilbert pushed past Roderich begrudgingly, throwing the other a sour look. "You heard my brother." Gilbert muttered. "He's right. Let's go."
Antonio nodded, pushing himself off the couch and slipping next to Gilbert as the other walked past he and Francis and started up the stairs. Slowly, the others followed suit. Roderich followed them, Elizaveta behind him and Kiku and Yao side by side just behind her. Berwald, with a flustered looking Tino in tow, came next, Lukas stepping slowly behind them. Romano was muttering viciously under his breath as his brother tugged him past them. Matthew and Soren followed although not to his particular surprise, without Alfred. Ivan, still standing in the kitchen, was staring coolly at Ludwig, violet eye's sharp with annoyance. For a moment, Arthur thought maybe he would start arguing. Instead, he threw the German an off smile and pulling his long scarf closer over his mouth, turned and walked quickly up the stairs.
"Arthur we better go too." Francis murmured. He narrowed his eyes, flicking them to the Americans still standing form. What was he waiting around for? "Arthur!" Francis worried voice broke through his inner inquiries, and he nodded. None of his business. I just hope Ludwig beats him up or something. He thought, a wry smile tugging at his lips. With a final glance back at the two, he followed Francis up the stairs and pushed the stupid American and his problems to the back of his mind.
O ~ O ~ O
He'd been lying on his bed for probably about ten minutes when he heard the handle click in the tell tale warning that someone else was coming in. He rolled over on his side so that he was facing the wall, nose still buried in the book he was reading. He didn't want to see that bloody American's face, and he silently begged that the idiot would also keep his mouth shut. Thankfully, it seemed he would. Footsteps filled the room as the door clicked shut again and he heard the squeak of bedsprings on the other side of the room, but no voice. At least for a moment.
"That seamstress lady is coming up to our room first, cause we're at the far end." Alfred announced suddenly. "She's still talking to Ludwig though so..." He trailed off.
Arthur scrunched his nose in displeasure, shoving his book under his pillow and sitting up in bed. "Didn't I tell you not to talk to me unless it's necessary?" He snapped.
"I'd say that's pretty damn necessary. I was relaying information." Alfred retorted.
"It's not necessary to know that we're going first." Arthur muttered, keeping his face toward the wall.
"Whatever." Alfred replied.
He tossed the other boy a glance over his shoulder. What had happened down there? He wondered. Alfred didn't look upset, more like he was mulling over something then anything else. He was playing with his blue t-shirt, tugging at the ends and running his thumb repeatedly over the seams visibly lost in thought, although Arthur could still feel the prickling tension that clung to him, obviously uncomfortable about being in the room with him (not that Arthur felt any better about it).
A sudden knock on the door seemed to shake Alfred from his stupor, and his head snapped upward eyes wide in surprise.
"Coming just a sec." He called. He made it to the door in a few large strides; yanking the handle and pulling it open quickly.
"I didn't expect you to be so fast." He greeted, stepping aside to reveal the short older woman from before. "Thanks for doing us first."
"Oh it's no problem dear." She laughed. "I was just surprised. People rarely ask to be measured first."
He asked to go first? Arthur thought incredulously.
"I figured if we went first, we would get to leave our room sooner." He responded.
Arthur's eyes stretched in surprise. That was brilliant. That meant less time waiting around in their room, and more specifically, less time they had to spend together. Bastard really was clever. Why hadn't he thought of that?
"Well that's true I suppose." She chuckled. "Alright then. Arthur dear, would you come over here too? I'd like to get your measurements at the same time if you don't mind. It'll go faster that way. Just stand next to Alfred."
He nodded slowly, sliding himself rigidly off the bed. "Not to sound rude but just how close do I 'just have to stand' next to him?"
"As close as I need you to. Besides the both of you are going to have to help me take measurements for the other."
"Wait WHAT?" They cried in unison.
"Come now it's not so bad." She tsked. "You're both boys at least. I don't know what I'm going to do about Elizaveta's fitting."
"That's not the point." Alfred interjected. "I don't want him touching me! I don't even want him within 3 feet of me!"
"Same to you!" Arthur growled, crossing his arms. "Can't we just go one at a time?"
"You could, but it would take longer and you're still going to have to help me measure the other." She replied.
"Fine." Alfred muttered crossly. Arthur watched his shoulders visibly relax, and to his surprise, the boy let out a tired sigh. "Fine." He said, more softly this time. "If it will really help you take our measurements I'll help. Just tell me what to do alright?"
She nodded. "Thank you. It will be quite helpful." She looked expectantly to Arthur who was still standing by, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.
"Ah yea right I'll help too. Just as long as it's quick." He replied sourly. Damn this sucks. He thought, tugging at his right ear stud. He'd popped them back in just before he and Francis had departed from the car and suddenly he was glad. Twisting them calmed him down if only the slightest.
"Alright. Why don't we start with Alfred?" she smiled, handing Arthur a tape measure. "Can I ask you to measure his chest? I'll do his legs while your doing that. It will make it go much faster."
Arthur bit his lip fiercely, avoiding eye contact with the taller blonde. Damn this really did suck. Maybe he could make use of this though. Pull the tape measure to tight by accident, or give her the wrong measurements. He chuckled inwardly at the thought of that idiot American practically drowning in his clothes. Then again Alfred could easily do the same to him. And that would be humiliating.
"Yea I can do that much." He muttered. Arthur stepped slowly toward the other boys towering figure, trying to ignore the uncomfortable vibes between them. He would just get it over with fast. And then kick a door down or something.
"Good. Thank you." She replied gratefully. He watched the older woman bend down and stretch the flimsy tape measure the length of his leg. Guess there was no stopping now. Keeping his head down, he reached the hand with the tape measure out until it knocked against Alfred's chest. He felt the other boy tense rigidly, and Arthur wasn't feeling to great himself.
"Arthur dear you have to reach around him and pull both sides to you. That way you don't have to walk around him holding the tape measure." She advised, still busily taking his leg measurements. Damn it lady you're just trying to make this difficult aren't you? He swore internally. Pulling his hand away from the others chest, he slowly slipped it past his arm on one side. Don't look at him or you'll punch him. Don't look at him or you'll punch him. He grit his teeth when he felt his skin brush against the other's shirt, and resisted the urge to yank his hand back in disgust.
"Hey idiot lift your arms up." He grumbled, still refusing to meet the other boy's eyes.
Slowly, he felt the appendages that were sandwiching his own arm between the others body raise until he couldn't feel them any more.
"Good dear." The woman praised, now working on Alfred's other leg. " Just reach both arms around and pull the tape measure to the other side so it's comfortable around his chest."
He cursed inwardly, an uncomfortable prickling shooting through his blood as he slid his other arms around the boys side. He heard Alfred hiss in annoyance, and was sure he'd see the other grimacing should he look up. He didn't of course. It was an uncomfortable feeling, like he was on the boarder of hugging him, which was enough to make Arthurs stomach nauseated. He clasped the end of the tape measure with his other hand, and as quickly as he could, yanked it around the others side, coming dangerously close to brushing his side as he did. Almost done. He thought gratefully, pulling the two ends together across Alfred's chest. Just read the measurement. He frowned, eyes focusing on the number on the yellow tape. Damn it he really was like an idiot rugby player. His chest was a lot broader then Arthur would have guessed.
"Are you done yet?"
Arthur practically jumped in surprise at the American's voice, and flicked his eyes upward at him. His eyes, when they were pointed straight, landed just above his chin so it took a little to see his face without moving his head. Arthur felt his blood surge with defiance and he threw Alfred a sly smirk.
"Hm. Maybe I'll take my time."
"Like hell you will." Alfred snarled.
"Boys no fighting." The seamstress sighed, standing up next to them. "You can take the tape measure off and give me his measurements."
Arthur nodded, suddenly more then willing to get away from the other boy, and slid the tape measure out from around him letting it drop to the floor. He watched the other boy's chest heave as he let out a sigh, and for a moment, Arthur wondered if perhaps his chest had been tense the entire time. Now that would be bad. If his chest had been expanded like that while he was measuring, the measurement would be wrong. Oh well.
"Here you go." he said, writing it down on the clipboard she held in her hands.
"Thank you. You did well." She smiled warmly. Arthur felt blood rise to his cheeks, and let out a mumbled "it was nothing." He wasn't used to adults praising him much. Which he always found particularly odd to be frank. Weren't adults supposed to be super nice to the kids without families? Or is that just the cute innocent looking ones. He sighed inwardly. It wasn't like he ever got in that much trouble or anything. Well save for the incident that had gotten him suspended prior to his acceptance at the academy, but that hadn't even been his fault. And the teachers never hated him or anything particularly because his grades were good. They just kind of ignored him. Like most adults did.
"Alright dear it's your turn." The woman nodded to him.
Arthur felt his blood run cold, tension prickling under his skin. "Right now?"
"Yes. I'll do your legs again and Alfred can measure your chest... oh!" she cried suddenly. "I forgot about waist. Well we can go back and measure yours later Alfred all right? I'll take his arm and leg measurements because they're more troublesome. You can do his chest and his waist."
"No freaking way!" Arthur hissed.
"You're going to have to measure his too. You'll be equally uncomfortable. That sounds fair to me. Now here." She said, handing a bewildered looking Alfred the tape measure. "And let's do it quickly alrighty?" With that, she bent down and began wrapping the tape around his legs. He locked his eyes with Alfred's, resisting the unbearable urge to sock him in the jaw again. Daring him to do what he'd been asked to. Alfred's look was equally venomous, and just as challenging. But slowly, he stepped toward him and wrapped the tape around his chest just as Arthur had done.
"Ah shit," Alfred cursed suddenly as he dropped one of the ends, reaching down for it as it hung by Arthur's side. Arthur felt his breath hitch in his throat as Alfred's right hand pressed more firmly against his chest, in what Arthur could only guess was an attempt to keep the other end of the tape measure in place. He itched uncomfortably under Alfred's touch, inwardly cursing at him to pick the stupid thing up fast and take his hand away. It was making him think of boyfriends past, and things that were intolerable to be imagined in the same thought bubble as Alfred Jones. Finally, he managed to grab hold of it and Arthur felt his body relax as the Americans hand disappeared from his chest, taking the tape with him. With a short tug and inspection of the number, Alfred let go and pulled it from behind Arthurs back without a word.
"Good good. I'm going to do his arms, can you measure his waist now?"
"Whatever." Alfred muttered, plopping him self on to the ground in front of Arthur. He wasn't as quick the time to start getting the tape around, hesitating as if he was wondering weather he was actually going to do something like this. Bloody hell just get it over with, he snarled inwardly. And so against his better judgment, Arthur took the arm that the seamstress wasn't measuring, and entangled it roughly in Alfred's hair, yanking up on it. The action elicited a pained cry of surprise from the other boy, as his hands went atop his head to try to pry Arthurs own digits from his golden locks.
"Hurry the fuck up. I want this over as fast as you do, but sitting there won't get anything done." He hissed.
"Let go of me and I fucking will!" Alfred spat, tugging at Arthur's hands in his hair. Finally, Arthur relented and let his fingers relax, pulling his hand back to his side.
Alfred's hand was like a flash this time, wasting not a second to yank the tape measure around his waist and pull it roughly around the other side. Well at least he sped it up. Arthur grumbled inwardly. He bit back a yelp of surprise when his waist was suddenly yanked harshly forward. Bastard! Alfred was peering at the numbers on the tape, and as soon as it looked like he had them, completely let go of the tape measure letting it fall to the floor.
"There done." Alfred muttered, eyes glittering with menace.
"Good." she sighed, wiping her hands on her pastel pink shirt. "I'd ask Arthur to measure yours too, but if it's really going to make you that uncomfortable I'll measure his arms and waist myself. Arthur will you do me a favor and tell the room next door that they're up next?"
Arthur nodded vigorously, relief pooling in his gut. "I'd be happy too." He grinned, backing away. Without a second glance at Alfred, he spun on his heels and out the door, shutting him behind him with a dull slam.
"Thank god that's over." He breathed. Now he'd take his good sweet time, no use rushing back in there. He knocked on the door next to theirs, listening for movement.
"Yea what the fuck is it?"
Romano.
"The seamstress wanted me to tell you guys are next." He frowned. Now that he thought about it, they hadn't asked her for her name. That was completely impolite. I'll have to ask when I get back. He decided. For now, he was going to pay Francis a quick visit. But which room was his? It was on the other side that much he remembered. But he couldn't remember which door was open after Matthew burst out.
"Yea fine whatever."
"That's rude Romano."
"Da fuck do I care?"
Arthur shook his head, walking away from the door. He felt bad for Antonio. He seemed like he was an ok guy, if not a little to happy go lucky for Arthur's taste. It seemed like Romano was just trying to cause trouble. Just like a certain American idiot he knew.
"Now which one is Francis's room?" He muttered, pacing down the hall. Maybe it was the first door? Or had it been the second? He couldn't remember. "Guess I'll just have to open a door huh?" He sighed. Stopping in front of the first hardwood door, he reached out and gave the cool bronze handle a sharp tug and twist.
"I'm sorry but I'm not talking to you."
The Canadians voice floated instantly out the door as he yanked it open, revealing the two light haired blondes sitting on opposite ends of the room. Both turned in surprise upon his entry, eyes wide. Matthew's eye's flitted immediately away, fisting the sheets in his hands. Francis on the other hand, scowled at him and let out an annoyed sigh.
"What are you doing here Arthur?"
He shrugged, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "I'm finished being measured and she sent me out to tell Antonio and Romano that they're next. I figured I might as well wonder."
"No you figured you'd get the chance to be away from Alfred." Francis rolled his eyes. Arthur shrugged, walking over to his bed and plopping down next to him.
"You would too if you were me." He grumbled. "Besides, I had the option I'm going to take it. That bloody twat. I can't take another minute of this."
"You'll live mon cher." Francis sighed.
"He's obnoxious and hard headed and a know it all and pretentious among other things. He those most horrible excuse for a person I've ever met and I-"
"Excuse me, but Alfred isn't any of those things." Matthew cut it suddenly.
Arthur blinked in surprise, startled as the shy Canadians intervention.
"Sure he's a little loud, and he can be a pain, but Alfred isn't a bad person. He's actually a really good person. A really really good person, at least once you get to know him. He's considerate and kind, he's really brave and isn't afraid to stand up for what he thinks. And despite his outward appearances he's actually incredibly smart. On top of that, he's my best friend, so I won't have you speaking badly of him." Matthew said sharply.
Arthur felt his mouth go numb, enabling him unable to speak. Had he heard correctly? That shy little boy who was always stuck to Alfred's side, was standing up for himself and his friend? To be honest, he hadn't really thought about how his words would affect the other boy. He hadn't counted on getting any sort of reaction, so he'd just spoken as he pleased. Next to him, Francis was staring at the small Canadian in a sort of awe struck manner, pale blue eyes wide at the other boy's outburst, and gleaming oddly.
"Ah! I'm really sorry." Matthew mumbled, entwining his fingers nervously. "That was rude and uncalled for and I guess it's not my place to tell Alfred not to fight if I'm going to do the same thing ahahahaaa... but um I know you hate Al. And it-it doesn't really matter why I suppose because after all he doesn't really like you either but um at least, at least if you're going to speak so badly of him don't do it in front of me. Alfred's very important to me, and it hurts to hear someone say such awful things about him."
Arthur and Francis tossed each other an unsure glance before turning back to Matthew.
"Well ah I'm sorry." He replied earnestly. "You're right, I do dislike him, but it's underhanded to speak badly of people behind their back and not becoming of a gentlemen as far from that as I might seem. So I'll honor your wish." He sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
Matthew's face lit up brightly, warm violet eyes sparking with happiness. "Thank you very much! It means a lot! Maybe at this rate, someday you and Alfred will be able to become friends too."
"Like hell we will." Arthur snapped. "I'm doing this because you're right and it's not like me to be so cowardly as to talk about other people like that as much as I may hate them. We're not going to get along. Not now not ever, you can be sure of that."
"Don't be so harsh Arthur." Francis cooed, shoving him lightly. "'Zat was very sweet of you to do Mathieu, sticking up for your friend like 'zat."
"I'm still not talking to you." Matthew muttered, crossing his arms. "I already told you I don't swing that way! I'm sorry! So leave me alone ok?"
"Wow you're fast." Arthur chuckled, shoving Francis back. "Just ignore him Matthew he's just messing with you I promise. He likes girls too so don't worry." Francis shot him an annoyed glare, but other wise just shook his head. Well I'm not lying. Arthur thought. He's bi so he does technically like girls too. Although in this case I'd say he's most definitely not just joking with him. Still, it's Francis. He's always been like this with both genders. If he see's someone he thinks is cute he won't leave them alone until they go out with him at least once, or beat him to a pulp first. More often then not it's the first option, and then he and the other person never even see each other again. He's just being him. Lucky for Matthew he's straight so beating to a pulp seems to be the most likely option here. Good thing or the poor kid might have gotten his heart broken. Arthur mused.
"Really?" Matthew blinked in surprise. Francis nodded reluctantly.
"Don't worry mon ami I'm only teasing you."
A relived smile slid onto Matthews's face, before his lips suddenly pulled into a frown and he shook his head at what Arthur could only guess was some internal thought. "Ah well thank you, I appreciate you saying that. Although aha I guess I'd appreciate it more if you'd stop..."
"Now what fun would that be?" Francis chuckled, eliciting a bright blush from Matthew and an incoherent string of protests. Arthur rolled his eyes. He wasn't giving up was he? "Arthur don't you have some where to be? Like back in your room?"
"Oh right. I should get back I suppose." He grumbled, standing. "See you Francis. And… Matthew. It was good to talk to you. You're certainly different then...Alfred." He scrunched his nose in disgust at the sour taste of that name on his tongue.
"Yea it was nice to talk to you too." Matthew responded pleasantly. "Um and ah I'm sorry about what Alfred did to your nose."
He shook his head, rubbing his bruised bridge. "It's ok. I got his jaw just as bad."
O ~ O ~ O
A/N: AAAAAAANNNDDDD END CHAPTER! XD Haah that was such an odd place to end it but oh well Xd Sorry that was so short and it's been so long since my last update I fail miserably lol. Also, I know this feels sort of dragged out (at least to me it does) but the first few days are going to be like that, at least until we get a clear sense of what's going on in the entirety of the group. Would you guys mind if i did other POV's besides Arthur and Alfred's? Do you want me to? I feel like it would make it easier to show what's going on in everyone's head but at the same time I know there are characters I just can't write for XD and I'm sorry, I fail at sexual tension lol. But at this point I don't really want there to be all to much since they both honest to goodness hate each other right now lol. And sorry for the swearing.. there was so much of it i didn't really like writing it lol. So there won't be that much in coming chapters.
Now if you must know (not that you asked XD) my favorite scene to write here was actually Matthew defending Alfred because I'll say it, I love the adorable brother/best friend relationship between these two, which is one of the reasons I hate it so much when people pair them together xD It ruins the brother love! The sweet innocent non pairing brother love! Anyway I had fun writing that and 'awwed' a couple times at it lol.
Haha and if anyone of you were like wtf at Romano's "Da fuck" that's in tribute to a good friend of mine who looks like italy XD Every times he swears he's says Da fuck instead of the fuck and it amuses me lol. Not the swearing I reprimand him for that but the da is funny somehow haha .
Thank you for your constant reviews and faves! :D I'll be off now... ^^
EDIT: Thank you to tintenstern for fixing my German... I think... I was a little confused weather you meant that the whole sentence, even the German you provided for me, was weird or just the original thing i typed in XD to be honest it looked a little odd to me too but I don't question what google translator gives me even if I know it's wrong. I won't make the other languages a regular appearance, they'll probably only show up once in a while when a character is really really mad (which hopefully won't happen to to often lol)