Yes~! Another chapter soo soon though it could have been alot sooner as Vanti my writing partner would know XD this story was sitting around for a week completed while I had forgotten all about it, luckily she reminded me so you can all read it earlier than it would have been put up. Anyway I really hope you all enjoy this series because it's now one of my favourite and chapters might be flying out once we get into the mood to write it. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter and please if you enjoy it and really want to see more comment ( nice ones of course or ideas along with errors or grammar problems ) and please fav or follow because this series isnt finishing anytime soon. Thank you. Please enjoy.
The Frenchman stood by Arthur's change room, wearing a black suit and a neck tie to go with it. It wasn't Francis's first time wearing a suit, but it was quite rare to see him wearing such formal attire. He played around with the cuffs of his sleeve, wanting the suit to be removed as quickly as possible. The fabric of the clothing was itching away at Francis's skin, but he had to keep it on until Arthur came out of the change room.
After trying on about ten outfits, Arthur had grown sick of trying on clothes. Francis insisted that there wasn't much left to try on, but the pile of clothing in Arthur's change room said otherwise. So they made a deal, Arthur would try on the rest of the clothes if Francis tried on a suit. The Frenchman scoffed when the deal was made, but now he was having second thoughts.
"Are you almost done in there!" Francis said sounding desperate to take off the suit.
No reply was given from the changing room until a moan echoed through " do I have to show you? I dont think I look good in this one and I dont want the cameras seeing" slowly turning into a whimpering plea " cant you come in here and look?" Arthur begged in his sweetest voice hoping it would soothe the man into giving him what he wants
Francis rolled his eyes and folded his arms together "I did not wait out here for fifteen minutes, in a suit, only for you to chicken out. Non monsieur, I do not accept it. When I said I wanted to be hot, I did not mean literally!"
Arthur slowly stepped a foot out of the changing room and blushed, he was wearing black skinny jeans, green icon covered shirt and British handkerchief " are you sure I don't look like a jackass or punk? its alittle informal " looking around at his back and legs " I think maybe I should try anoth..." finally noticing Francis in the suit he blushes and cant stop the burst of blood seeping out his nose
Hunching over slightly and covering his nose desperately he tries to look away from Francis and the cameras " oh dear...I must have hit my nose...that's it"
"Est-tu correct Arthur?" Francis asked looking genuinely concerned for the Brit.
" I'm okay honest" Arthur turns to look over his shoulder with a nervous smile " you...you look amazing..." managed to slip out of his mouth without clearly thinking, just when it hit him what he had said more camera's showed up taking photos through the shop's window display
"Wow. It's surprising how many of them actually showed up." Francis shot a quick glance at the paparazzi and gave them one of his signature smirks before turning back around to face Arthur. "Are you sure you're alright? Your face is red"
Arthur was holding his breath trying to stop more blood escaping his nose " im sure...yup positive..." nods his head in an accelerated manner " can we just buy these clothes and go... I dont want anyone to see me like this" however he didnt know it was already too late
"Oh please you look ama-"
"YO ARTIE!" A voice called out from the crowd, cutting off the Francis much to the Frenchman's displeasure. The paparazzi's cameras faces away from the 'couple' and targeted two new arrivals walking into the store.
A tall young handsome man walked in the store wearing his signature Hollywood smile. He brushed a couple of strands of his wheat blond hair out of his face and looked at Arthur with his bright baby blue eyes. Arthur's felt as through this heart plummeted down to his stomach the moment he looked back at his ex-partner, Alfred F. Jones.
"Never thought I'd see you here. It's hard to miss you though when you've got those eyebrows" Alfred teased just to spite Arthur.
Almost like a rival action scene from a Japanese movie Arthur turns to look over his shoulder narrowing his eyes " why are you talking to me you dick, leave me alone you already stole my suit modelling contract for your toy boy there!"
Ivan didnt flinch at the accusation and puts his hands up defensively looking to Alfred " you never told me he was such a cranky guy da? No wonder you left him" saying without hesitation or thought
Arthur was taken back and his face bright red at the confession that not only did he lose his contract but he was actually dating the man responsible " you shut up right now! There are paparazzi present! And I am not ga... " he stopped himself realising people think he is dating Francis " I mean I never dated Alfred or anyone else" mumbling back to them
"Alright, if you say so Artie~" The blond American teased, knowing very well that Arthur hated the pathetic pet name he gave him.
" DONT CALL ME ARTIE!" the Brit was now ready to pick up a window display shelf and throw it on the American with his beat red face you could swear was producing steam " if there wasnt camera's I would... I swear I would..." struggling to complete his threat with the camera's zooming in closer
Ivan butted in " you will kill him da? Is that what your looking for?" giving an innocent smile
" Francis are you going to let them bully your boyfriend like this" Arthur hissed turning to the silent man
"E-euh. Bien sûr que non! (Of course not!)" Francis crossed his arms and tried to look as tough as possible. Francis wasn't very intimidating to say the least. His glare did nothing but amuse Alfred. "Look mon ami, we didn't come here to get into a heated argument with two buffoons." Francis said, turning Alfred's smile into a frown. "So we will just be paying for our clothes and leaving." Francis took the Brits hand and started walking to the cash register.
Ivan smiled at this confrontation and put an arm between the couple and the register " you know if you were a couple you would atleast see a photo of you kissing and being romantic at least once"
Arthur's height sunk as he hid behind Francis watching his nightmare come true
Francis acted like Ivan hadn't said a word. 'He's scary, but not very good at insulting' he thought to himself. "Couples can chose to have a private life"
" they could~ but I'm only saying you act more like random strangers at the moment , I just want a little evidence and hell it will give the magazines something to put on the cover" Ivan shrugged and looked to Arthur then Alfred " am I not right?"
The cameras zoom in to Francis and Arthur
Arthur mumbles " he isnt serious is he..." looking up to Francis panicked
"I'm afraid so" Francis chuckled sheepishly and pulled Arthur close "Ne t'inquiète pas Arthur (Do not worry Arthur)" he leaned in and whispered "It's only a quick kiss."
Arthur flinched seeing Francis pull in closer, biting his lip and pulling back alittle he shot a glance to Alfred feeling unusual doing this infront of his ex
Ivan only smiles with cheerful closed eyes " go on~ its cute da"
Shutting his eyes tight enough to cause bleeding the Englishman finally pushes closer perking his lips like a teenager having his first kiss
The Frenchman couldn't keep a straight face while Arthur was facing him puckered up. He snorted and placed a finger on the Brit's lips.
"You look silly." Francis took a movement to recompose himself and smiled. "Here, let me help" Francis swooped down and placed a kiss on Arthur's lips.
Arthur squealed during the kiss panicked and breathless
Ivan's smile turned into a straight line, he figured they wouldnt fall for his bluff and confess they weren't a couple...they must have been more desperate for fame and contracts than he thought
Arthur was already limp at this time almost melting over Francis unable to hold himself up, afterall Francis was still in the suit that took his heart along with...a few other things
Francis pulled away from the kiss wearing his signature smirk. 'God damn it why does he have look so cocky!' Arthur thought to himself.
"Woo! It's about time you two show some public affection!" Alfred cheered "Arthur, Francis sitting in a tree~ K.I.S.S.I- OW!" Alfred was interrupted by a jab in the chest from Ivan.
" thats enough da?" The Russian said in a deep voice with a menacing expression " lets leave these children to their contractless lives" then picking Alfred up and slinging him over his shoulder he wanders out with half the paparazzi following
Arthur was for once too distracted by Francis to even respond to his rivals " Francis..." staring at the smug blond "I...uhhh" his face red and sweaty
"So fluttered over a little kiss hm~?" Francis teased and stuck out his tongue at Arthur "Come on. Let's go pay for the clothes. I should probably take off this suit first." He said, tugging at the suit's collar a little bit.
" awwww but I like it" Arthur teased back surprisingly, the man wasnt known for being childish, of romantic so this was a first " I was hoping we could use it later, a date maybe or something...spicier" whispering in Francis' ear at the end as the paparazzi oooh and awe over them and the occasional disgusted reaction, this could all be an act for the camera's but Arthur wanted alittle fun
"Is that so~?" The Frenchman smirked "We should probably hurry along then."
"I don't get it man!" Alfred practically yelled folding his arms together. The paparazzi had to go after they were causing over crowding in the mall. "Those two hated each others guts! How do they do it!?"
Ivan was equally pissed off but didnt show it facially, instead through his body language as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded and face hidden in the shadows " well Francis is an older model than Arthur...so his audience are older and Arthur has the younger teens so...they are a good team, thats why we cant let them work together da? Or that will mean bad news for our work and fans"
"I can't believe that they're gaining popularity over some stupid picture! Now they're going to be even more popular! ... And it's your fault!"
" Alfred" with a creak of his neck the faired haired giant turned to his partner with a frown " thats enough afterall I'm the one who was supposed to take YOUR contract until I sabotaged Arthur's photos the month after, your still working because of me" taking a more serious tone " and I can just as easily ruin his reputation as I did before"
"Alright..." Alfred gulped. Ivan never spoke on a serious tone, but when he did... It was terrifying.
"What do you suggest we do? Our little plan to foil their little 'relationship' didn't work, what your next big plan genius"
" well ive looked into Francis' past, now he has been cheated on before sooo~ I think we should expose that weakness da?" The russian offered with an innocent smile " we either set up a scene making Arthur look like he was cheating or we convince him to dump the man dating or not for another" eyes drifting their attention to the cowlicked hair " maybe someone who knows alot about Arthur already and just as much about our plan?" hinting down to one man in the room
"... What are you looking at me for?" The American asked, clearly oblivious to Ivan's hinting
Now glaring at this point Ivan sighs " I'm meaning you...honestly did you not get the hint" rolling his purple eyes " your his ex arent you? Cant you seduce him atleast for a week to month period, or are you a failure at relationships" clearly trying to hit a nerve with the loudmouth
Alfred growled "Shut your mouth commie before I shut it for you!" he threatened. The american looked off to the side and coughed into his hand "yeah... I guess I could do it. Should be easy."
" I would hope so unless I've put too much confidence into you " Clearly being the more dominant partner he ran the plots, contract guidelines and of course the payment seeing as he got 10% more than Alfred without him knowing...the American disliked reading the tiny text where as Ivan could sense by looking at the client what scam was going down, some say he can smell fear.
Taking the Godfather position in his chair he finishes with " don't disappoint me Alfred, we could be sitting on a goldmine here"
Arthur was trying to keep an arm length away from Francis the whole time after the last kiss, avoiding even a glance felt necessary " so ...where are we going now?" just as he looked around he happened to meet eyes with a pet shop and ran over with the bright eyes of a child of romantic in love " OMG OMG! ITS SOOO CUTE!" pressing his face and hands against the glass thinking somehow it will allow him to squeeze the fluffy white puppy at the window
"You're a lot more childish than you say you are" Francis casually walked up behind Arthur "Going on about being a gentleman of sorts"
Glaring around his shoulder his poisonous green eyes meet Francis " are you saying a gentleman cant find puppies and animals cute? and just look at it!" gestures to it with both hands just as it yips at him " its just soooo cute! , I just want to take him home and cuddle him all day~! "
Francis looked down at the small puppy and the animal returned the gaze. It yipped once more and placed two paws on the glass separating them. At this point Francis didn't try to hold back a smile from forming on his lips.
"You're right. It's quite adorable" Francis crouched down next to Arthur and looked at the puppy bounce around in it's enclosure.
" could we have a dog?" Looking to Francis not even realising that he said " we" in that sentence, without thinking on it too long he then baby talked to the puppy not scared from anyone seeing
Francis's cheeks reddened. He wondered if Arthur thought that they might actually have some sort of future together. Was Arthur actually considering being in a relationship with Francis? The Frenchman couldn't tell, the last time he checked Arthur hated his guts.
Then again, Arthur did mention something about a dinner of some sorts after they kissed... and possibly something more..
Francis mentally slapped himself. There's no way in hell did Arthur actually like him. He was probably all flustered over the kiss and wasn't thinking right! It's not like the kiss really meant anything, Francis was just doing it for the paparazzi. The more Francis thought about it, the more it started to concern him.
Unaware to the Frenchman Arthur was staring at him confused and impatient " well? can we get a dog? what if I say pretty please?" clasping his hands together giving the brightest eyed smile he could " please please please! I promise to look after it and love it"
"Huh?" Francis snapped out of his inter thoughts and turned to look at Arthur "Qu'est-ce que tu as dit? (What did you say?)" he asked sheepishly, slightly embarrassed that he hadn't been listening.
Arthur only stared blankly at the man and after 3 minutes of blinking he finally said " I dont speak French...remember"
"Oh!" The Frenchman chuckled nervously "I asked you to repeat, I wasn't quite listening" Francis admitted, feeling kind of dumb for forgetting that Arthur didn't speak French.
" I asked if we could get the dog " Arthur repeated in a monotonic voice clearly alittle aggravated, but he couldn't stay mad long watching the cute puppy " it can be like our little baby" rubbing his nose against the glass towards the puppy, the little white ball of fluff just yips and scratches its little clawless paws against the glass
Thanks for reading up to this point XD I never know how it reads or even how long it takes people to read through my entire thing so I appreciate it. As tradition in all of my stories I remind you all that I do not own hetalia or any of their characters so please dont sue me and take away my imaginary mansion and Lamborghini next to my book shelf where I gain my knowledge, I need those for my videos. Again if you like please fav and follow and comment any ideas or even story plots, cause I may consider them. And for those who like FRUK please look into the rest of my work cause I'm a huge FRUK fan~ so you might find lots of stories you'll like. Thank you for reading and hope to see you in the next one. Bye~
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