Arthur didn't sing along. He did, however, mouth all the word's in Troy's and Gabriella's duet. Every. Single. One.
Once the movie is over, we watch the third one. It was actually by Arthur's suggestion. Neither of us sing along and we just enjoy it in silence. Once it's over, Arthur gets up and out of my bed. "Be quiet, will you?" He says as he makes his way to his own bed, pulling out some stuff from his bag, "I'm going to do some work. I'd suggest you do the same."
"Nah," I lay down on my bed with my laptop on my stomach, "I'm gonna watch some more movies."
"What part of 'be quiet' don't you understand?" I can hear Arthur's frowning.
"The 'quiet' part. Is that some fancy English word?"
"You're speaking English right now, stupid."
"Am not." I rack my brains for the phrases I'd learnt earlier. "Cesso." Lovino had said that, right?
"And what does that mean?" Arthur's emotions are so easy to detect. Right now, he is annoyed.
"Look it up." I reply. God dammit Artie, we just had a beautiful bonding moment over High School Musical and now you're ruining it.
"You don't know what it means, do you?"
"Of course I do." Alright, I'm lying.
"Then tell me, in your own words, what it means."
"Don't ya think I would have just called you it in English if I wanted you to know what it means?" Excellent save, me. Arthur sighs but I do a speedy internet search before he can reply and mumble, "It means toilet." Since Lovino was the one to tell me, I trust that it's most definitely an insult and probably slang. So, I take it the word means toilet, which is the most offensive translation I can find.
Arthur grumbles something about me being stupid and I decide against watching a movie. Besides, Kiku's probably updated his fic by now and would want me to read it and leave a review. Positioning myself in a way that Arthur won't be able to read the fic unless he was sat next to me, I begin to enlighten myself with a story of a certain boy fucking his best friend in the ass.
If you meet Kiku, you'd never expect him to write gay porn. He just isn't the type of guy you look at and think, "Wow, he's definitely a fan of men doing each other." I mean, he writes romantic stuff, too. I've definitely learnt a thing or two from his stories. But it's just something you wouldn't expect from him. Still, I guess no one would expect that I'm someone who reads it.
Kiku is currently writing a multichapter fic about a popular guy who falls in love with some little nerd boy but the popular guy is in complete denial about being gay, and he doesn't even know if the nerd is gay or straight or bi or any of the other sexualities out there. So, the popular guy does what any other boy with a crush does: he teases the nerd to the point it's just bullying. Harsh, don't you think? I trust Kiku to not make the story into something cliche and that the little nerd will stand his ground. I'm rootin' for you, nerd. It is hinted, though, that the nerd likes the popular guy back. I can't see why.
In the chapter I'm currently reading, the nerd is confronting the popular boy. I feel like a proud father as the nerd folds his arms across his chest and asks why the popular boy is being so mean. The popular boy feels guilty, and suddenly a confession is rolling out of him. Damn, Kiku, you sure do know how to tug on my heartstrings.
The popular boy tries to blame the nerd for being so damn attractive, and that it's the nerd's fault that the popular boy is gay, and the nerd is just staring wide eyed at the popular boy. There's a brief silence between the two, and then suddenly the nerd is having his own dramatic speech. I notice the word 'fribble' in there.
You know when you're reading something and there's a build up and you can just feel something intense is going to happen? Do you ever try and put it off for as long as possible so that you're not rolling around on your bed squealing? Yeah, I'm putting that off right now. Gotta prepare myself, y'know? Naturally, I check Facebook in order to prepare myself for the fluff that is to come in the fic. Facebook usually just annoys me, but thankfully I have Lovino to lighten my newsfeed. For example, Feli made a status a few minutes ago saying something along the lines of "I'd kill my own brother for some pasta right now" and, naturally, Lovino isn't impressed. I like his comment on the status, which is just him challenging his brother ("I'd like to see you fucking try you bastard I'll put you in the fucking ground") and chuckle as Feliciano is probably apologising to his brother right now. Funny enough, Lovino rings me.
"Alfred!" I hear the familar angry voice that belongs to Lovino, with a faint wailing in the background that must be Feliciano, "Who would win in a fight, me or Feli?!" There's also someone laughing weakly. Probably Lovino's roommate, y'know, the one who slaps butts in greeting.
"That depends," I ponder over the question, "Is it a one-on-one or are you allowed a back up?"
I know Lovino's pausing to eye up his brother. "Feliciano would get that potato bastard in on this whether it's a one-on-one or not," Lovino finally responds, "So, I'd have to have a back up."
"Who'd be your back up?" Ludwig is pretty tough. I don't talk to him much, but sometimes Kiku and Feli go jogging with him and apparently he's pretty tough on them.
"Do you reckon that you could take on the damn potato lover?" Feliciano's pleads get more frantic as Lovino asks me the question.
"Dude, I could take on anyone!" I say with pride, "You know I could! No one's tougher than me, man, you should know that by now!"
"Yeah, yeah. So back to the original question: if it was you and me vs potato and Feli, who would win?"
"Me and you, duh." Lovino isn't going to fight his brother, though. I know that. Lovino threatens the poor kid, sure, but the worst Lovino would do is have a little cat-fight with Feli. It's actually kind of sweet how they get along. They never got to see each other much when they were kids. I can hear Feliciano's whimpering stop suddenly and his muffled voice is asking about me.
"Oh, Feliciano says it's been too long since he last saw you." Lovino sighs, "Do you want to come down to my room? Since he's here and all."
I'm pretty sure I saw Feliciano a couple of hours ago, but I agree to go nonetheless. Besides, I've been meaning to talk to Lovino's new roommate.
I set my laptop on my bed and tug on my bomber jacket. I tell Arthur what room number Lovino is and that I'll be there if he needs anything, but he just waves his hand with a 'As-If-I'd-Need-You-For-Anything' look on his face. Shrugging off his rude response, I make my way to Lovino's room. Feliciano throws himself at me, whilst Lovino is talking to his roommate. I say talking to, it's more that his roommate is staring at Lovino with such a loving gaze and Lovino's staring directly at me, without the loving gaze. I don't think Lovino's even noticing his roommate at all. If only Kiku were here; he's a great match maker.
"Alfred?" Feliciano says as he pulls out of the hug, "You wouldn't really fight me, would you?"
"Of course not," I grin, "I mean, you wouldn't kill Lovino for some pasta, would you?"
The worst thing is, Feliciano hesitates before he answers.
Naturally, Lovino is offended. Which is weird because Lovino had said the exact same thing, and now he's yelling at Feliciano and Lovino is calling his brother an ingrate for not loving him. I took this opportunity to speak to Lovino's roomie.
"What's your name?" Always good to know someone's name.
"Antonio," The dude answers with a grin, "You're Alfred, right?"
"Lovino's told you about me?" I'm a little surprised. I can't really think of what Lovino might have said about me. I mean, we're friends, but Lovino isn't necessarily an open person when it comes to strangers.
"Yep!" Antonio's grin just gets wider, "He said that the way that him and I met is even more embarrassing than the way he met you!"
"Yeah, I didn't smack his ass when I first met him," I laugh and Antonio laughs, too, "What happened after that, by the way?"
"I told him he's got a perfect butt, and he got embarrassed, yelled at me, and then stormed off," Antonio glances over to Lovino for a brief second, "I came to my room a bit afterwards and found him sleeping on the bed."
"Naked?"
"Naked." It's probably very bad I'm amused at Lovino's misfortune. "So, when he woke up, he was not impressed to see me. He yelled at me for being a pervert and a stalker. I told him that this is my room. He just got angrier."
"Do you two get along better now?" I ask, amazed that Lovino hasn't tried to fight this guy.
"He yells at me a lot, but I'm trying to think of a way for him to not hate me. When his brother came, he seemed very angry that I was all over little Feli." Ah, yes. Lovino is like that. "Do you have any ideas as to what I can do?"
"Give me your number. I'll think of a way and text you, yeah?" I like Antonio. I really do.
After exchanging numbers, Antonio and I turn our attention back to Lovino and Feliciano. The two are crying and swatting at each other.
"Crying makes them tired," I sigh as I pick up Feliciano. Lovino mumbles something in protest, but the drowsiness hits him like a pile of bricks. Lovino wipes at his eyes as he sways on the spot, and Antonio steadies him. "Get Lovino into bed. I'll take Feliciano back." Antonio nods before leading Lovino to one of the beds, and I leave with Feliciano on my back. I vaguely remember which room he's in. I do remember that there's Roderich or whatever his name is, Gilbert, and Ludwig. Do you reckon I'd be able to check out Gilbert's ass? In the most heterosexual way possible, I mean. I just need to know if it really is like Lovino's. Not that I check out Lovino's ass when he isn't looking. Alright I'm just going to stop talking.
I knock on the door which I think is Feliciano's room and I'm greeted by Ludwig, who's as muscular as ever. He glanced at me, then to Feli, and then back at me.
"Drinking?" Ludwig asks. I have to bite back a laugh.
"Crying."
Ludwig's stern face softens a bit as he shakes his head. "Of course." He lifts Feliciano from off my back and Ludwig slings the little Italian over his shoulder. "Thank you for bringing him."
"Take care of him, yeah?"
Ludwig nods. As he's about to shut the door, a head peeps out to see who I am. The dude has white hair and red eyes, which look totally cool.
"Who's this?" The dude turns to Ludwig, who rolls his eyes and frowns.
"The one Feliciano talks about," Ludwig's blue eyes flicker back towards me, "Alfred, right?"
"Yup!" I nod, "Alfred Jones. You're Ludwig, and you must be... Gilbert?"
The white-haired dude grins. Good on me for not guessing Roderich.
"I see I'm already famous," Gilbert smirks at Ludwig, who just stares at Gilbert in disgust. I wave my goodbye to the two (three, if you include Feliciano) of them before walking back to my room.
Has anyone ever read your diary? Or, god forbid, have you ever read someone else's diary? I may or may not have read Mattie's diary when we were kids. It was painfully obvious I had read it, though, since the diary was in plain sight and I was doing everything in my power not to look at it as I sat on my bed. The longer Mattie stared at me, the guiltier I felt. Finally Mattie asked me if I had read his diary, and I cracked and confessed but I most definitely did not cry and beg for him to forgive me.
Now, there's a very good reason for me bring this up. You see, I enter my room and find Arthur sat on his bed. He's sporting a furious blush and is doing his best not to look at me. Kinda rude, actually. I glance to my bed, where my laptop sits. It's as if my laptop is just staring at Arthur. Everything suddenly clicks.
I didn't close off the fanfiction tab. Blushing furiously, I turn to Arthur, who's now staring right at me.
"Did you...?" My mouth feels dry. Arthur averts his eyes. "Did it have... you know... that in it?" I swear if Kiku wrote porn in that chapter, I'm going to kill him. And yes, I'm too shy to actually say the word 'sex' aloud. Sue me.
"No," Arthur shakes his head, "No, no. I mean, even if it did... Uh. Are you gay then?"
"What?" I laugh awkwardly, "Nah. I'm as straight as a ruler!" Arthur scoffs. "How much of it did you read?" I hope he hasn't, because I'm pretty sure the popular dude in the fic has said something along those lines and look at how straight he turned out to be.
"Well, I couldn't just read from the middle." Arthur's smiling slightly now, dammit, "So I read all of it. Did you write it?"
"No! My friend did. He wants me to read it and let him know if he should correct anything."
"Is your friend Francis, by any chance?" Arthur chuckles to himself.
"Francis?" The name is vaguely familiar. "Is he French?" I'm sure I've heard of a Francis before.
"Unfortunately."
"You hate the French?" I whistle. Yeah, because that's totally not racist at all.
"Only when it comes to the Eurovision. I do hate Francis all year round, though."
"Eurovision?"
Arthur looks at me as if I just tried to shoot him. He crawls out of his bed and joins me in mine, ordering me to search for Eurovision videos on Youtube. As I search, he begins to tell me how it began and all of that stuff. I pout at the fact that it began in order to fix up the mess that was left behind by the world war, and yet America wasn't invited to perform. That's probably because America would win every year, though. Arthur is suddenly ranting about how France never gives England any points, and it isn't fair because England built a tunnel to their country and it's because of France that England never wins. I really don't see how France is to blame, but I don't question it. Perhaps I can ask Lovino and Feli more about Eurovision.
I admit, some of the songs are good. I mean, America can make much better music, but it's good. I'll have to watch it when it's next on. Arthur returns to his own bed and flips through some of his books. Does this guy have any hobbies? It's really kind of depressing. I scroll through Kiku's fics to see if he's updated any others. I mean, I have to help Antonio win Lovino over, so I need to find a fic that fits their situation. I love Lovino, I really do, but his world is far too small. He needs more friends. Really. Ah. It's not by Kiku, but I think I've found a fic which might give me a few good pointers.
A/N:
I hope you're liking this! I vaguely know where I'm going with this. Sorry. Also, there's probably going to be a large part of Spamano in this fic and a steady building USUK. I know it's all over the place with Arthur being friendly and then being cold, but I think I'll probably cover that up in the next chapter. Also, there may or may not be PruHun. Sorry if you don't like that. I'll try and water it down as much as I can. Anyway, thank you again for reading, and I hope you're enjoying this so far!