AN: Time has passed since the last time I posted the previous chapter. There is so much stuff happening in my life, but I am still alived and writing stuff :D

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Mahé, le 25 Décembre 1844

This is Christmas! The sun is hot and shiny, and I must be the happiest girl of the world.

Usually, Arthur doesn't invite anyone for Christmas except Matthew, also called Canada, a boy so shy that he runs away every time I try to talk with him.

But this time, there is a special guest, and this is last person I would expect him to invite.

Francis.

Yes, Francis.

Him. Exactly the same as in my souvenirs!

For the Christmas dinner, we excelled ourselves, surprisingly with joy and cheerfulness.
Francis brought us foie gras, champagne and stuff, we made a gigantic feast! My stomach is full, now!
It was funny how Arthur and Francis acted together in the kitchen.
They were always squabbling together, but not in a bad way. They even seemed that they were having fun. That was bizarre as I thought they were enemies just few years before. They were enemies, and now they are friends, that story just doesn't make sense.
I didn't understand anything about their relationship (and still don't understand) but I was so happy they were both in Mahé for Christmas and not fighting to death that I chose to give up thinking.

But that wasn't the high point of the evening.

After the Christmas pudding, they went outside to smoke cigars and I went out with children of Mahé to play on the beach.
When I came back, I found the door opened, and I felt like something bizarre had happened while entering the house.
I walked to the living room and saw Arthur with his shirt half unbuttoned lying in the sofa in front of a coffee table covered by bottles in different states of filling. I had never ever seen him in such a state. It seemed it was hard for him to move, like if he was sick.
When he noticed me, he sat back up awkwardly and said "Hello Mint Bunny, I want to eat your wings and spank Alfred for wearing such a dress. What the hell, huh? "
He said all this looking very serious, that was really disconcerting. And I still wonder who Alfred is.
And suddenly I felt Francis's large hand on my shoulder and his face getting close to mine. A strange smell emanated from his breath.
"Ne l'écoutes pas, il est claqué." He sighed.
"What the fuck, froggie! You're drunker than me! And after all you sided with him! Idiot! You an ass! Fuck the snail!" Arthur yelled erratically.
Francis turned towards him as he managed to drag himself towards us. He slid softly a hand into Arthur's blond hair and said:
"What's with you, mon amour? You don't have to be jealous, you will have me all night long, babe."
Before giving him a big fiery kiss on his mouth.
I think that was the weirdest thing I would ever see in all my life. First, that was the first time I saw two men kissing, but Francis and Arthur… I just didn't understand what was going on. Especially about what happened after that.
Arthur broke the kiss, staring at Francis with a weird light in his eyes and whispered "Fuck off. Here there is that girl waiting to get laid. Look at that, honey, her legs are already shaking. Don't you think we should help her?"

Get… laid… Shaking… Help…
The words were spinning all around me when Arthur grabbed my waist and Francis opened a bottle of uncolored transparent liquid and dropped some in an empty glass.
They both sat lazily on the sofa with bizarre expressions on their faces and looking weirdly at me.
"Don't be afraid" Francis told me holding the glass while Arthur was giggling with no apparent reason. "He knows how to make you feel good. And his face is naturally red, don't pay attention."
"Hey, c'mon! That blonde sucks! God Save the Queen!" Arthur yelled.
"Hehe, that means that he wants you to sit on his knees." Francis translated. "He loves that, don't you, babe? Go on. I can't wait to see that."
I obeyed and sat on Arthur's lap. Then he grabbed me tight into his arms and Francis approached with the glass.
"Drink this" He said. "And you'll feel better. We call this Rum."
I took the glass in my hand. That smelled pretty bad. And I made faces while drinking. The taste was totally disgusting, and that made them laugh.
I felt the drink going through my stomach with the strange feeling that was burning from the inside of my body, and suddenly I felt my head spinning but weirdly better at the same time, and laughed with them.
I laughed until I felt a pair of hands caressing my knees and Arthur's breath in my ear.
"Mmm… Did you really think that I wouldn't guess that you want this all the time? I am pretty sure you'll find this kind of game amusing. Just let it go…"
And his hands suddenly reached my thighs further under my dress.
That was terrifying at beginning but I lay slightly my head on his chest as I started feeling bizarre pleasure under his fingers on my legs.
I could feel his moans against my neck and my hair and see Francis staring with bright eyes and reddened cheeks.
"You two are too cute." He said. "I am just sick of watching that. So if I may, Mademoiselle…"
Francis took my hand and kissed it. One kiss, another one, one kiss again, each kiss climbing higher and higher on my arm to reach my shoulder.
Francis went closer to leave his lips on my neck and his hands sliding from my hips to my tiny little pair of breasts and pressed them.
It was hurting, and fortunately Francis noticed it and drove back his hands to my waist, drawing invisible patterns on my dress.

After that, don't really remember. It's like there is fog floating in my souvenirs.
It was hard to say whose hands were touching me and whose lips were kissing me.
I was swimming through an ocean of unknown pleasure, until…
Until when I suddenly felt really frightened and heavy, heavy embarrassed. Suddenly, there was only one thought in my mind that I just couldn't explain: to leave, to leave, to leave, now.
I opened my eyes, slapped Francis in front of me, jumped out of Arthur's lap and ran straight to lock myself in my room.

For the first time, I was the first who woke up. Usually it was Arthur, always early awaked to work.
At breakfast this morning, they both were making a sleepy face and kept themselves strangely quiet.
But it seems they fortunately felt better in the afternoon.

After lunch, Arthur was about walking back to his room to work but Francis stopped him, arguing that it was forbidden to work on Christmas day.
Arthur first protested but gave up resisting as Francis started threatening him to call him "pinky kid" for the rest of his life.

And we had fun playing all us three on the beach! It was funny to see Arthur without his shoes and being so untidy while I was used to see him always so well-kept.
It was like a dream coming true, and just unbelievable. This was the best Christmas I have ever had!

About what happened on last night, they seem to have forgotten everything. But I think it is better like this. That was damn weird.

AN: Hahaha! The 5th chapter or how to screw up a yaoï scene into a threesome one! I warned you this chapter would be terrible anyway =P
At least, I hope that you will recover from such a massacre ;)

When Arthur is drunk, Francis tells Victoria/Marianne in French not to listen to Arthur because he is stoned.