A relaxing bath was all that Arthur needed after a good episode and now he felt completely ready to make up some extra hours of work for the next day. He could have sworn though that he had heard something moving inside the bathroom while he was washing his head but it must have been probably Francis searching for something so there was no need to get worried. He stepped out of the tub and stretched his arm to reach his towel but it wasn't there.
- Strange. I know that I've put it- Where are my clothes?! – he exclaimed looking to everywhere. Also he noticed that all the towels were gone except for a tiny one – Francis! What the bloody hell have you done?!
He knew it, Francis went to the bathroom to pull some stupid prank on him! Angry, he searched on the closet and drawers to see if he could find a decent towel, but the French had everything planned apparently.
- What's with this stupid idea I can't- - he noticed something on the counter, something that looked awfully like a black dress, with an apron and… - What is the idea you frog?! I'm not going to dress up as a maid!
He heard a very familiar laugh that annoyed him so much but at the same time made his skin crawl right next to the door.
- Do as you please mon cher, you have two options, stay in there or come out dressed. Of course there's also the option of coming out undressed and if that's your wish who am I to deny it, vrai?
- I am not coming out dressed like this you perverted twat give me back my clothes right this instant!
- Non, I've stated the rules your turn, I'll be waiting for you mon cher!~
God was that man frustrating! England sat down and wiped himself the best he could with the tiny towel that Francis had let him. Very smart of his part he didn't let any loose ends, he left a towel but not big enough for him to cover so the options, as much as Arthur hated to admit, were effectively dress up with that bloody dress or freeze until the end of time.
Arthur sighed in defeat, he would have to play by Francis' rules and by god how he hated that! He grabbed the dress and look at it, of course that a perverted frog such as France had to pick one insanely short and tight. At least he had the good sense of leaving his underwear, although Arthur had the feeling that France would do anything to take those off him and of course as good British he couldn't let that happen right? But for now he would have to go along, so he put on the black dress, and like he was expecting it barely left anything to imagination, put on the apron, even a garter because as it was expected Francis had to have a full costume. After he finished putting his stockings and the heeled shoes (which he thought it was ridiculous) he stopped in front of the door, trying to get courage to step out.
Francis was apparently reading something on the couch but truth be said he was barely paying attention to what was written always waiting for Arthur to come out of the bathroom and he was hoping that he wouldn't take long, England was incredibly stubborn since he remembered.
Suddenly a click on the door made him smile victoriously, he had won. When he raised his eyes he had to contain himself to not squeal in delight. Arthur looked even better than he would ever dreamt, all leant against the wall, looking at him with his head lowered with such infuriated expression… He just wanted to take him right there but no, this was only the start he was going to have some fun first, a little punishment for ignoring him for so long.
- You look wonderful mon cher, it seems that I chose the perfect outfit for you.
- If by "perfect" you mean an outrageous tiny and tight size then you are dead wrong!
- Mais mon amour, you should take it as a compliment, if I chose it like that it's because I think you have the right attributes to wear it~- his voice was dripping with honey and Arthur just grew red lowering his head even more, not knowing what to say and that was saying a lot, he who always had an answer on the tip of his tongue!
- S-Shut up frog! I'm not going to take this! Where are my clothes?!
Francis smiled, England had come exactly o the point where he wanted to.
- Ah now you got to the point mon petit lapin, where are indeed your clothes? – he put on a fake inquisition expression like he had no idea whatsoever where his clothes were.
- Fuck you Francis! – Arthur shouted annoyed.
- Let's play a game shall we?
Arthur's eyes darted dangerously to France, whatever he was planning it couldn't be good.
- What sort of game? If it is something about me serving under you and call you master forget it!
- Honhonhon non mon cher, nothing of the sort but merci for the suggestion, I'll remember it.
- "Shit." – Arthur thought.
- Well don't you want to know the rules of the game?
Arthur shrugged his shoulders; he had to, didn't he? As soon as he finished the game the soon he could take off that ridiculous dress!
- Very well, what are the rules?
- It's very simple mon amour, it's a game of hot and cold.
He wasn't serious was he? A game of hot and cold? How old was he 5?! That was a child's play, but when he faced Francis sitting on the couch with a mischievous smile and one leg crossed on the other he knew that the game wasn't that innocent, and then again he wasn't exactly surprised.
He swallowed dry but his expression didn't drop while he nodded in agreement.
- Excellent mon petit lapin, you know how it goes, go search around and I'll give you clues, start here and you are not allowed to leave this room.
Yes he knew but that doesn't mean that he liked it! He started to move around the room trying to figure where on earth did that blasted frog put his clothes.
- Cold mon cher very cold – said Francis laughing amused.
Arthur groaned in frustration, not only he spent half of the time pulling the dress back on his place even though it didn't covered much but also he had the perfect notion that he was literally prancing around Francis for his own delight!
- It's getting hotter. – the french announced when he got closer to the couch making Arthur starting to take off the pillows – Non non cold again, maybe you should try to check under the couch~
England made an expression that could only be translated to a person reaching his limit level of calm. He knew exactly what Francis wanted, he wanted him to bend so he could see everything right? Well that wasn't going to happen! He look under the couch yes but lowering his knees and not the waist so that perverted french would learn a thing or two!
- There's nothing in here. – he said.
- Alas it isn't. Keep trying mon cher~
Arthur stood up quickly but he forgot the heels that he was wearing so he fell onto the couch almost over Francis.
- Honhonhonhon now it is burning mon petit – he said trying to grab Arthur but the british was always very fast to dodge him. Centuries of experience talked in his favor.
- Oh hell no, you tell me where my clothes are! – exclaimed Arthur putting a good safe distance between him and the french that was looking at him like a predator look at his prey.
- You were on the right track~ - he hinted while smiling suggestively.
- Bullshit, you don't have my clothes in you, where are they?!
- Mon cher think of it as that series that you love so much to see, The Fades right? The clothes are here, only this time you can't see them!
- That is the worse comparison that I've ever heard!
- Et porquoi? Surely you know that they are here you just don't have the sight to see them my maid of the Fades~
- The only difference is that I don't have dreams announcing the end of the world and don't you dare call me that again!
- I could make you scream like it was the end of the world… - he mumbled.
- What was that frog?
- Rien de rien~ Keep looking.
(Second chapter is out! I hope that you are enjoying it so far, because I'm certainly having lots of fun writing this! I can't help though to feel that when people look at the title they think it's something really epic, tragic and with lots of fantasy and then they come with… Well this. Still I hope that you like it! And if you could review it I'd thank you forever!)