"W-we weren't spying!" The Brit defended. "We were just… looking for a pen that Francis dropped on the floor!" Arthur then proceeded to search for the fake pen, bumping his head against the table during the process.
"Ummm… yes! That's right! And it's an expensive pen. Isn't it, love?" Francis asked as he pretended to search for the pen himself.
However, the American still stood over them with an evil smirk plastered on his face. "Spies get spanked!" He shouted.
"Did someone say spank?!" Ludwig called. "It better not be Arthur and Francis getting into mischief again. They know what will happen if they cause any more trouble in the office!"
"What's going on?" Asked Gilbert as he approached the group hand – in – hand with Matthew.
"Nothing much, just these two partners in crime spying on the love affair between you and Matty boy!"
"We're having an affair?" The nervous Canadian asked. "Gilbert, is this true?"
Now, the albino was the one put on the spot. "I thought we were interrogating tea and biscuits and the stupid frog! When did this become about me?"
"Weeelll… are you?" Alfred sang as he hooked his arm between Gilbert's. "It's okay, Honda and I are going steady now, too!"
"T-the feels… The feels…" The German chanted over and over huddled underneath someone's office desk. "I feel funny…. I might have feelings… Help me Francy! I have funny feelings in my belly!"
Feeling like they were in the clear, Arthur and Francis gave a sigh of relief.
Francis walked over to his shuddering friend and patted him on the head. "There, there, Gil. You might just be drunk, or you might have some special little feelings for Matthew."
The poor albino's eyes had now begun to water.
Matthew, now crawled underneath the desk with Gilbert, sat beside him and placed a hand on his knee. "Is this true, Gilbert? Do you like me? Because… I don't think you're as bad as a guy that you come off to be. Actually, I think you're pretty – adorable."
In shock, Gilbert lifted his face from in between his legs and looked at the young Canadian's deep blue eyes. "R-really?"
The other boy nodded and took Gilbert's hand into his own. "Really."
It was Matthew who initiated their first kiss.
The albino flinched just for a brief moment, but soon allowed himself to melt into the other man. He was now a puddle of goo, his emotions on full display for everyone in the office to see and he didn't care. Gilbert may have had his heart broken recently by Roderich, but meeting and falling for Matthew had been completely unexpected. However, he wasn't about to push him away.
Arthur tip toed away from the scene, relieved that everyone had forgot about the previous drama and ran into an entirely new situation between the Italian brothers.
"But Lovino, why won't you invite Grandpa to your wedding? He loves you very much! Just like I love you. I can prove that he loves you – "
"No, Feli! It's bad enough that I'm allowing you to invite that potato bastard of yours as a plus one! I don't need Grandpa ignoring me on my own wedding day! He has no idea how much work Antonio and I have put into the wedding, and I don't need him going around telling everyone how incredible you are and forgetting that I even exist! You! Get over here!" Lovino ordered as he referred to Arthur, who had been hoping to just casually walk by and avoid any Christmas drama. Obviously, drama was something that could not be avoided at this office.
"Y-yes?" Asked the Brit, feeling slightly nauseated. He may have known Feli for a few years now, but he could not say that he knew him personally, and besides, he had only met Lovino the previous week.
"Arthur, please help us. What should we do?" Asked poor Feli, who seemed rather desperate to fix this family situation.
Poor Arthur felt like he had been helping people back and forth the past couple of weeks. Although, he had made quite a few interesting friends in the process.
"Tell my idiot brother that I'm right! Feli, he and Francis are coming to my wedding so obviously Arthur is going to take my side! Arthur, please tell my fratello that my Grandfather is a jerk."
"B-boys, I'm s-sure we can settle this out easily where no one's feelings get hurt. How about we grab some food and talk about it, all right?"
At the mention of the word 'food', both brothers anger seemed to calm and the two Italians nodded their head.
"There. That's more like it. No need to argue on such a special day – oh, hi, Francis! Why don't you join me with Feli and Lovi for snacks?" Offered the Brit, hoping that his boyfriend was here to jump in and save the day.
Francis gave Arthur that devilish smile of his and winked his left blue eye. "Actually. I have a better idea. It involves you meeting me in the rest rooms. Now. It's a very urgent matter and must be dealt with now."
"You need your little boyfriend to take you to the bathroom?" Lovino scoffed.
"Why you little – "The Frenchman began. "No! I do not need Arthur to take me to the bathroom, I'm hot, horny, all of these people in one small little room is making me super sweaty and I want to fuck sweet little Arthur hard into the stall!"
Now blushing, Arthur coughed to clear his throat, embarrassed for Francis who probably did not mean to make a scene, plus, it seemed like he and Lovino were used to arguing while using profanities. "Well, honey… you know I would say yes anyway and all you had to do was ask."
"Perfect! Me and Honda will join you in another free stall!" Chimed Alfred.
"I swear to God, Alfred I am writing a letter about your behavior to HR on Monday!" Promised the curly – haired blond, still humiliated from his outburst.
The American, nevertheless, simply laughed at the other man's predicament. "Honey, I AM human resources! I own all of you in every single way. I am your father, your teacher, and, most importantly, your boss. I am everything and there is no escaping the mighty Alfred!"
"Hon, you're drunk." Honda said as he started to rub Alfred on his back.
"Right. Bathroom, now." Arthur stated calmly as possible. He grabbed his boyfriend by the arm and ran out of the room as fast as possible.
"Merry fucking Christmas, everybody!" Cheered Gilbert with a tall glass of beer. He fell over in a matter of seconds, much to his brother, Ludwig's mortification.
