Hello everyone! its been ages and its good to be back! I'm sorry for the delay on continuing and finishing the series and chapters I'm writing but I assure you I'm not gone and they will all be finished along with some new ones. I was finishing my college work and exams along with my phone breaking where I stored all my stories but ill make do with my laptop for now. I hope you are looking forward to a new chapter of this story cause I know I was, its a personal favourite of mine. Anyway enough talking I hope you enjoy the story and thank you as always for writing this with me Vanti and Nat for being my paparazzi~
Alarm ringing suddenly at 9 AM for his work...well his old work that he was fired from. What a way to wake up remembering you lost your job, your house was a mess along with your hair and your perfume scented bed sheet...
"wait what?" why do my bed sheets smell like perfume!?" Arthur instantly sat up forgetting about his sickness from the day previously and winces slightly as it hits him again " what the..." his house was spotless, airy, bright with the sun shining through and some rather vulgar Victorian styled furniture that only a certain crazy Frenchman was obsess...
" FRANCIS!" Screaming on the top of his lungs in a shrill English accented scream.
The blonde Frenchman peeked through the doorway with a taunting expression on his face. Arthur's face was red as a tomato and his large eyebrows knitted together. Francis found Arthur's angry expression quite comedic as he attempted to hold back the chuckles escaping his lips.
"Oui mon amour- EEEek!" Francis quickly dodged the random item thrown at him, not being able to identify it before a large amount of english cusses he had never heard before was suddenly yelled at him.
" what did you do to my bloody house! it was perfect before! whats with all the pink?!" Rolling out of bed before he had feeling in his legs resulting in a loud thud when skin met the floor. " What the?!" looking down at his own body remembering going to sleep with a familiar black pair of boxers on only to be met with the sights of his clean union jack ones.
His face turned paler than its already pale complexion " your joking me...YOU CHANGED ME IN MY SLEEP TOO?! YOU PERVERT!" hurrying to his feet waving occasionally to get his balance.
"I was the only one that could do it!" Francis protested in his defense "Your manager was way too embarrassed to even think about changing your clothes and the clothes you were wearing were getting smelly. You should be thanking me Arthur~" the Frenchman only had time to glance at Arthur before another object was thrown at him.
"you just called me smelly! and told me to thank you!" groaning feeling his head pounding at his own voice he sits back down perching on the edge of his bed " where did you sleep last night?" the Englishman already dreading the question since he knew the answer was hidden in his perfume scented bed sheets.
Francis visibly flinched and started to laugh nervously. Offering no response to the infuriated Brit's question.
" I wont be mad just answer the question..." clearly the worst lie Arthur had ever made
Francis looked at the wall beside him looking for answers but found none. Without looking away from the wall Francis hesitantly pointed a finger at the empty spot in Arthur's bed.
"There. I slept there"
" I KNEW IT!" The short blond broke his promise of peace instantly about to beat up the Frenchman until an unfamiliar phone ringtone filled the silent air. "wha?" looking around searching for his phone, he grumbles when he finds it in a silly decorative bowl and then turns it on seeing no messages " its not me?"
Turning back around to look at the stinky Frenchman, whom was currently (and unsurprisingly) answering the text he had just received. Francis caught the Brit looking at him in admiration (though most would describe it as disgust) and smirked.
"Jaloux~?" he taunted, receiving several glares from Arthur.
Arthur pouted with a tint of jealously " why do you get more work and text messages than me! im just as handsome and muscular!" stands up flexing as best he can with hands on either hip
Francis had practically burst out in laughed right then and there. He had to hold back tears of laughter that prickled in the corner of his eyes.
"Muscular?! You make me laugh! You should change your profession to comedian!" Francis managed to say before bursting into laughter once more.
The englishman's face was rising with a beat read colour and angry hot headed sweat seeping from his skin the Englishman at this point looks like a bomb or chemical explosion about to happen " WHATS SO FUNNY ABOUT THE WAY I LOOK! AFTERALL YOUR JUST A SMELLY AND HAIRY PERVERT WHO THINKS HE IS BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE WITH HIS CRUMMY FRENCH ACCENT!".
Francis's eyes widened at Arthur's sudden outburst. His laughter came to a halt and his lips settled into a flat line. The heated atmosphere around them had become gloomy. The frenchman looked off into the distance with a hurt expression on his face. "So... Is that how everyone see's me?" he asked, slightly gripping his own arms like it was the last thing he could hold onto.
Arthur only sighed seeing the Frenchman acting alittle sensitive " look...im just alittle on edge alright, losing your job, work partner and finding yourself possibly homeless without work does that to a guy" clearly lying since he meant some of it considering this Frenchman once took his work on purpose then again he was guilty himself of doing that " now just go home while I recover from the shock...and wallow alittle" giving a hysterical smirk
"Go home?" Francis burst into laughter and turned around to face Arthur. Once he settled down he looked to Arthur with a mischievous glint in his eyes "I'm afraid I cannot do that mon chère ami"
stomping his foot already annoyed the once hired suit model was looking alittle childish " well you cant stay here I can assure you! Romano wont let me have people over" smirking feeling like he already won until he heard another beep fill the air from the Frenchman's direction " GODDAMN IT" jealousy seeping through every sweat gland of his body.
Francis stuck his tongue out teasingly at Arthur and proceeded to answer the text. He wore a triumphant smile and looked away from the screen in front of him, his blue eyes looking back at Arthur.
"A little bird just told me I could stay for awhile~"
" what the hell do you mean!? that's absurd I would have to agree to it no matter what my landlord says! " looking away not amusing the bouncy haired one.
"I have a buddy that is 'friends' with the landlord" the Frenchman said making quotation marks with two fingers at the word 'friends'. "He managed to convince him that I can stay whenever I want~ Also! Your manager and my manager think that you and I should get to know each other a little more." Francis took a step closer to Arthur and gave him a flirtatious look.
Making karate chop hands and flailing them at Francis , Arthur stepped back " don't you dare! no homo! " slowly stepping back and ends up falling on the bed then crawling back to the headboard " ill call the police and scream I swear!" just at that moment his home phone began ringing with the cheesiest British national anthem playing " its my manager calling! he must be calling to tell the pervert to get out my house"
"Your words have wounded me once more Arthur." Francis said sarcastically while taking a seat on one of the sofas across the room.
The Brit rolled his eyes and hastily answered the answered the cell phone.
"Hello Arthur-San" Kiku said in his casual monotone voice.
" Your calling to tell Francis to get out of my house right?and to take his stinky germs elsewhere " hissing the last part seeing as his intruder had a sensitive spell earlier when taking abuse " cause pretending this act is a push for me BUT to go all the way to make us live together and live this fraud its just too far! I have a clean and respected reputation!".
"A-about that.." Kiku coughed and cleared his throat, obviously nervous over the phone "Francis does not have to stay at your place.. But, please consider getting to know him better-" The Japanese was interrupted by a raging Brit before he could finish what he was saying.
Interrupting " I SHOULDNT HAVE TO IF YOU COULD JUST FIND ME WORK!" shouted loud enough for Francis to hear
"Please calm down.." Kiku pleaded with a sigh "I did find you a job, possibly several ones, from major big modelling agencies!" The man sounded excited from a moment which was unusual for the man. Upon realization of his unusual behaviour, he cleared his throat and regained his calm composure. "There's a catch though, they want you working with Francis.."
pausing for a moment after hearing the news until Arthur forced out a "well...uhh"
Kiku knew that the snobbish model wasn't great with compromises afterall the man threw a fit if he had to share a makeup desk or even a fashion designer so he kept quiet waiting and secretly panicking.
" I guess that could work BUT no kissing, hand holding and definitely no questions about our relationship and proof is a no go!" Giving in to his usually high demands seeing as his rent needed paid " now what brand of suits are we modelling" clearly unaware that he doesn't model suits anymore and this could be for all he knows an underwear photo shoot.
"Well actually.." The Japanese man cleared his throat for a third time showing obvious nervousness once more "You aren't going to model suits for your next photoshoot... You're modelling for Calvin Klein... A-and one can only assume that-"
looking confused over the phone and glancing at his visitor making sure he isn't touching his kitchen again or any rooms for that matter " I'm not familiar with their fashion or brand...so I guess ill see when I get there, thanks kiku ill get ready and kick this perv out before his behaviour grows on me" hangs up without hearing kiku's explanation on the photo shoot.
"So you got the news~?" The Frenchman hummed before having more objects being thrown at him
Narrowed eyed and suspicious " what do you mean I got the news? did you already know we had a job to do together?"
"Bien sûr~" Francis grinned, unaware of a fuming Arthur.
Already annoyed enough Arthur simply picked up his phone and walks to the bathroom only to return fully clothes and sit on his worn out looking couch " you know what, I'm going out shopping so you HAVE to leave now, I need to get my face groomed"
"You barely even have facial hair" the Frenchman scoffed standing up. "Well if you're going out shopping I might as well tag along~" he said brushing his golden blond locks out of his face.
Arthur interrupted " oh no no no! if you come along you'll end up getting a facial or worse a full body wax...as much as you need one I don't want to be there for it!" Overreacting like a teenager hanging out with their mum in front of her popular friends " the cameras will also be all over us!"
"Exactement! That's the point Arthur! Think about it. We've gained so much popularity the past few days over a picture that clearly doesn't have any kind of evidence behind our 'relationship'" Francis said using quotations on the word 'relationship'. "If we are seen together again we might get even more attention then before! That means more popularity and more job opportunities!"
Biting his lip Arthur weighed how much he hated the Frenchman on a scale with money balancing on the other side "well...if you put it that way...oh god something is wrong with me if I'm seriously considering this" looking away and offering a hand for a handshake " fine I will agree to be your partner...BUT I'm the masculine one got it! and no actual homosexual activity...ill get you to sign a contract on that part"
"You're no fun.." Francis pouted but shook the other man's hand, sealing the deal between the two men.
" right now lets go before it becomes the busy hour, I want some people to see us...not everyone" standing up and glancing through his living room window as he passes only to be whipped back to the window deathly silent " ...I'm not being driven around in that...THING?!" pointing at the convertible " like seriously!? we're going to look like Barbie and ken in that hunk of dramatic plastic shit and your going to be the Barbie in case you were wondering...a very very hairy Barbie"
"I don't see anything wrong with that.." Francis grumbled crossing his arms "Fine. If you don't like my car, what other options do we have to take to the mall?"
Arthur only hummed with a smirk slowly growing on his face " you could~ hear me out...change the car to its hooded form" clearly asking the unspeakable sacrifice
"That will not be an option mon ami"
" come on! its only like a one button press! and it can change back! " folding his arms finding the long haired model more stubborn than himself for once
Francis grumbled and pouted like a child "Fine! But you have to do something for me in return one day."
Growing suspicious of the request Arthur closed his eyes to thin slits "...well depends on what it is"
"Oh please. I don't plan on doing anything naughty! I have good intentions, really!" The blonde Frenchman gave the Brit pleaded puppy dog eyes.
Rolling his eyes trying to focus his attention away from the begging man " yeah yeah...look just get up and I accept your offer just go out there and put the roof out Barbie, or ken will be forced to leave you and find another mediocre Barbie"
"You're very harsh sometimes Arthur.." Francis sighed standing up, offering a hand to Arthur "Shall we make our way to the centre d'achat (Shopping centre/mall)?"
"yes we will" grumbling and looking most displeased...so pretty happy in Arthur's books, then taking his hand and standing up to show his stained covered trousers, loose baggy shirt with sweat marks and worn out jacket
Francis gasped loudly. The sight of Arthur's outfit was something that Francis wouldn't even wear to bed. He'd rather go naked than wear something as hideous as that (not that he minded going out naked of course).
"You're changing" the Frenchman bluntly stated with his lips straitened out into a flat line.
Breaking in hysterical laughter Arthur replies with " your joking right?" while wiping tears from his eyes " look I wear nice clothes for the photos, at home I'm allowed to be comfy"
"But you're going out!" Francis exclaimed, looking like he was near hysterics.
" yeah and?" The Brit shrugged " I don't have any nicer clothes to change into anyway so just let me wear this"
Francis crossed his arms looking serious for once in his life "Non! I refuse! You're not going out in public like that!" Francis's face suddenly lit up with a smile as he pointed a finger in the air "I know! We could buy you new clothes! We are going to the mall after all~"
Letting out a comical breath and shaking his head tutting " you forget if you want me to go out to the shops to buy clothes what are you going to do about walking to the shops? you'll still be seen with me wearing this"
The stylish man took a moment to ponder over the situation before running into Arthur's room.
He went into Arthur's closet and scanned through the clothes at light's speed. He selected a plain green shirt, a pair of dark ripped jeans and surprisingly found a black scarf. Although he frowned upon the selection of clothes he picked out, it was hardly as bad as the disgrace of an outfit Arthur was wearing. He walked back into the living room and handed Arthur the clothes.
Arthur only blinked and then growled turning his back and changing into them right there and then " I still think that one was better, I don't need advice from a man who drives a Barbie convertible and wears the house wife mid life crisis collection " now fully dressed in the outfit picked he walked outside before he was forced to change again
"At least you look a little more decent.." Francis mumbled to himself, joining Arthur outside.
30 minutes later
" Stop STOP STOP!" in an shrill English accent could be heard across the surrounding streets, driving down the street in the bright red convertible with its roof up may I add however there was a bass thumping moving along with it.
Arthur slammed his finger down on the music player button changing the loud French pop music onto elegant classic music " that stuff is a disgrace! how can you listen to that without your ears shrinking and curling up inside themselves you frog!"
"If we're going to play the insult game so be it. Your music is boring Eyebrows" Francis teased and switched the music back to his liking.
switching it back instantly the Brit was beginning to growl and get annoyed " its pushy enough that your making me get new clothes and be seen in this ridiculous car, let me have my hearing!"
Francis rolled his eyes and sighed "D'accord, but you seriously need to find a new taste of music."
" No you do! you have teenage girls listening to your music! I have intellectual icons listening to mine! who's music looks stupid then!" Raising his pale nose in the air like the snob he is
"You know half of your fans are teenage girls right?" Francis sneered at Arthur.
Shivering and making the most cringed expression he could " that's absurd I would hope not...having teenage girls sitting there looking at my face and body with perverted thoughts, I'm meant to be classy and respected maybe to a young gentleman or elder on what suits to wear"
He chuckle came from the Frenchman, clearly amused by Arthur's naiveness.
"You're joking right. Who do you think made the picture of us blow up on social media? definetly not elders I'll assure you that."
" your not trying to hint that I'm only famous because teenage girls get squishy for me...right?" Arthur glares but looked panicked at the same time not really knowing who his fan base was at all
"I'm sure some young men look up to you. But yes, probably mostly kids in their teenage years."
Wearing a blank expression the Englishman only replies alittle shaky " I feel dirty now...I need a shower, lets just hurry up before my fans find me" now panicked and watching his back
Francis burst into laughter seeing Arthur's panicked reaction "Ne stresser pas (Do not stress)" he assured "Most of them would probably be too shy to even talk to you. The only people that might get in the way are paparazzi and a couple of fans." Francis pulled into the malls parking lot and parked the convertible.
" if...one tries to kidnap and kill me call the police please..." Arthur stated to Francis and then opened the car door attentively stepping a foot out the car almost like a flood of fan girls were waiting outside to rip him to pieces...though he wouldn't be able to see as he squeezed his eyes shut soo tight it might cause bleeding
Francis chuckled once more and gently took Arthur's hand.
"hurry up Arthur. If you keep standing there one of those crazy ones might just see you."
Arthur squealed and jumped onto Francis clinging on " don't scare me!"
Francis laughed and started tugging Arthur inside of the shopping centre.
Finally coming to his senses the Brit coughs in his hand and recovers his composure " now then...sorry about that" lifts his posture straight and walks into a clothes shop only finding himself magnetically attracted to the suits and formal attire " how about this?"
The Frenchman looked at the formal attire for a moment then shook his head. "You're going out, not meeting the queen"
" but you must always be prepared! and I happen to think it looks nice! " Arthur supported and then picked up one of the suits " you would look 60% better in a suit, why what would you have me wear eh!" Smirking with a hand on his hip in a sassy way already laughing at the no doubt ridiculous outfit the Frenchman will pick
Francis scanned through various clothes, picking out the ones he thought would suit Arthur the most. He skipped back over to Arthur's side and dumped a large smooth of clothes in the Brit's arms.
Wide eyed and unable to stop shaking and brace himself with the bucket load of clothes he was holding he wheezed " your joking! who needs this many clothes not to mention none of them are formal, you'll never get me to wear this stuff either cause I swear I saw a tank top in there and shorts!"
"You need more selection eyebrows! All you have is formal wear or something a homeless man would wear!" Francis bluntly pointed out.
Having nothing to attack that statement with Arthur only stared at Francis and let out a long sigh " touché... well lets make a deal, ill wear ALL of these clothes if you put on suits, deal?" would offer a hand out to him but seems to be carrying his own body weight in clothes at the moment
"Deal!" Francis smirked triumphally, considering this was a win win situation for him. "Now go try on some clothes!"
Already gone into the changing room after struggling with the weight load, sadly this meant Francis missed the Brit waddling to the changing room like a penguin or someone that overdosed on laxatives
Poking his head out of the changing room Arthur was blushing and hiding the rest of him behind a curtain " Francis...do I have to show you? cant I just pick it by looking myself?"
Francis sat on a bench in front of Arthur's change room, smiling like an oblivious idiot as Arthur would describe it. "Non, you must show me. How am I suppose to know if you're going to completely embarrass yourself or not?"
" why would I ever do that! you seem to doubt my common sense!" puffing his cheeks out and looking childish as he steps out the changing room showing himself to be wearing simple blue jeans, tight fitted white shirt with a brand he could not recognise no matter how many non suited brands he knew...which was only one or two " well? ...honestly these jeans are uncomfortable and they are bright blue! I like black" finishes by putting the sunglasses he was given on and fixes his necktie which was given the French flag design much to his distaste " why do I have to wear the French flag and dress like a teenager?"
Francis tried his best not to laugh while secretly snapping a picture of Arthur's outfit with his phone.
"Pffft. That was just a joke outfit. The rest aren't actually that bad." The Frenchman tried to reassure him while attempting to recompose himself.
" A JOKE OUTFIT! I swear I hate you soo much" Waving his arms around comically and then feeling hot headed from his short fuse and returns to the changing room changing only to walk out in exactly the same outfit Francis is wearing which was white skinny jeans and a blouse that was slightly open at the top to show his chest hair...well on Arthur is only showed his waxed and bald he was " are you serious..." his face was blank but annoyed " your trying to make me into you!"
Nearby a photographer was shopping with his daughter being dragged around to carry her clothes and bags until he spots the two bickering and begins texting all of his work friends to come over and get photos of the scene
Unaware of the lurking paparazzi headed his way, Francis started laughing, so much so that he was tearing up a little.
"It's not that it looks bad on you! You actually look quite nice in it!" He said in between laughs.
Folding his arms and tapping his foot waiting for the Frenchman to calm his laughter down he then responded " did you take any of these outfits seriously! honestly! " now fuming and taking his shirt off and throwing it at Francis there and then
"whoa...they must be fighting, maybe they are breaking up" the photographer whispered to himself almost 100% sure he had found the latest story and the one to get him a promotion as he began taking photos from his phone not missing the opportunity
"Mais Arthur!" The sound of a barely audible click caught Francis's attention. The Frenchman spotted the photographer from the conner of his eye, but acted like he had never spotted him.
Francis quickly stood up and grabbed Arthur by the arm and pulled him close, their faces barley inches away from each other.
"I'm sorry Arthur. I didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive me" the Frenchman spoke with such compassion and raw emotion, fooling anyone that was watching. The Brit's initial shock had given Francis to lean in and whispered in Arthur's ear "don't look now, but there's a photographer taking pictures. Play along alright."
Arthur blinked with long gaps between each one with his face bright red " okay..." is all he could manage still staring at the taller man, when he heard play along however he instantly kissed Francis as roughly as he could not being experienced in pretending and faking emotions with words, he then tries to lean Francis over but he was too short and ended up both at an awkward angle
Francis was shocked at first. It took a few moments to comprehend the situation. He told Arthur to play along, not kiss him! But the deal was done and Arthur had already captured his lips. 'Merde. And I thought I would be the one to make the first move' Francis thought to himself.
Francis expertly kissed Arthur back, leaning in ever so slightly to deepen the kiss a little bit more. If he was going to kiss Arthur, it wasn't going to be sloppy.
Arthur felt Francis kiss back and panics pulling back " wha?! " growing redder in facial colour he tries to look away from the camera and looks down at himself remembering why he feels alittle chilly " oh my! * tries to covers himself with his hands and then sees some wigs grinning and stuffing one under either armpit and one on his chest " look Francis! I might just be as hairy as you!" grinning then trying his best to look masculine and widens his stance alittle
"Arthur... You're embarrassing yourself" Francis said trying not to burst into laughter once more.
Arthur only shivered and then removed the wigs " I feel pretty cold anyway" wanders back into the changing room full of shame and wig hairs "can you please give me a proper outfit to wear so we can leave before we need to prove our intimacy more..."
"Alright alright. The third one should be better. I'll get some other clothes as well d'accord~?"
" you didn't...omg you didn't...you did " Arthur moaned and then walked out wearing a pair of brown slacks, smart white shirt and old man or priest styled jumper " you seriously think I'm this old" glaring looking like a retired pensioner
Francis glanced back at Arthur and chuckled nervously "I'll... Go and grab the joke clothing.." he walked into the changing room and quickly took away half of the clothes that were piled up and quickly made his leave, not wanting to feel Arthur's wrath more the he has to.
Arthur glared as he left and then sighed once he was out of sight thinking " how am I going to work with this man...I want a raise in job quality and pay after a week of living with that man" walking back to the changing room and getting changed, he did secretly want to see Francis in those suits but thinks its best if he doesn't humour the Frenchman, all he needed on his stressful life was a complicated sexuality and awkward love interest to tip him over the edge
Thank you for reading everyone, I am sorry about the abrupt ending to this chapter but it was a considerably long one and we were in the middle of writing the next chapter so it needed a cut off point. Anyway I hope you know I'm back and the stories will continue along with Curse of Punk cause it seems demanded alot. Thank you for all this support and as always I do not own Hetalia or any of their characters and this is completely fan based created so please dont sue me for Copyright. All youll get is my laptop and broken phone. Anyway thank you for reading again and every comment and fav means alot towards the series. Thank you~
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