4:13 P.M.
When the two blonde brothers came to town it was busier than usual, much busier.
The whole east side of it was packed with people, some selling far away goods, others trying to hustle people out, but in the end it all ends the same way. You're broke.
"Alfred, why are we here?" said the Canadian through his shawl, clutching harder when a sudden breezed blew by. Alfred had made him wear one after the close encounter with Mr. Braginski.
"To find Felix"
"But isn't he at the pub?"
"Yeah, but on Mondays he works at a boutique down the road from the pub"
"Why does that seem so ironic?"
they took a turn to the left, where a swarm of people came rushing by, Matthew was hating this days even more as the minutes went by.
"So whats the game plan?"
"Well first we got to pretty you up for your date"
"What!?" he stopped walking, mouth agape at his elder brother, he figured that Alfred would at least try to preserve his vital innocence as long as he can. "why are you selling me off to some random stranger!"
"I'm not selling you off"
"Might as well!"
"Come on Mattie, let me explain" glancing from side to side he lead the cross-dresser to a near by cafe, and sat on a chair, hoping this will relieve some of Matthew's stress. "Look, I just don't want you to give yourself a bad image"
"No one else knew I was in the pub wearing a dress, except for Felix"
"Yeah but wouldn't you want to use it to your advantage?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Just think about it, if you need to get out of that pitiful daily routine you call a life, all you have to do is slip on a dress and I'm talking about anything. Maybe even a 'chat' with the landlord cough cough"
"That still doesn't make sense"
"I'm the hero, it doesn't have to make sense!"
"Il suce pour être moi"
"I love you too"
"oh dear, I lost the game"
"wow! This really isn't your day"
Matthew just held his head low.
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Gilbert didn't bother getting up from the damp ground, the prince just laid there on his face. His 'extremely fucked up disguiser hat' was out of his reach, not that it matter. He just wanted to smash this guy's head on the wall.
The very drunk man underneath him was starting to awaken from his 'nap' and groaned at his suddenly sore back. As the drunk tried to push himself up, but Gilbert's weight was keeping him down, that much was obvious to him.
"Eh! Get yer' ass off me . . . . fuckin' twat— OUCH!" yelp the man.
"What the fuck did you just called me!?"
"Nothin' . . . you bloody wanker— OW!"
"If you keep saying shit I'm going to kick you harder"
"Well what the hell is up yer' ass today, annoying little prat— FUCK!" the drunk man clutched his throbbing head, he was too wasted to tell what happened but sober enough to get a good aim. Grabbing his empty whiskey bottle he threw it up in the air and landed on the prince's head.
Bullseye.
15 MINUTES LATER:
"By Jove! I killed him!" said the very sober man, after the whole ordeal he sort of snapped out of it. The ex-drunk man circled around the body trying to remember what kind of murder weapon he use on this freakishly pale man. "oh shit I'm screwed, damn it all! I got to get rid of the body"
as he was about to reach for the prince's sleeve, the body stirred. Freaked out beyond all measured, the ex-drunk stopped breathing and hoped that it was just his imagination. It stirred again. Gilbert opened his eyes slowly, trying to focus on what he thought were very bushy eyebrows.
Eyebrows?
. . . . X . . . .
A/N:
I'm so~ sorry! It took me so long to update this & I gave you such a crappy short chapter. Grr~ I feel like such a bad person. It was going to be longer but since this isn't me computer I can't get all I wanted to in one chapter. Plus I had this one-shot in my head so I'll also be writing that.
Thanks to my dear lovely friend Ashy-Chan for letting me use her computer & if anyone else draws Canada in a dress, please send me a link. I'm very retarded with technology
TRANSLATION:
Il suce pour être moi ~ It sucks to be me
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