5:55 P.M.
After awhile, Arthur's tear had dried and he mange to stand up without tripping over his own feet. He looked at the place around him, the old fashion furniture, the many tea cups he owned, and the homey warm feeling that surrounded it. He stared at it as though he hadn't seen it in years.
"Yo Arthur, you 'Kay man?" asked the prince, who was currently trying to grab a pickle from the bottom of the jar, which was harder than it looks.
"Yep, I just needed to express a few things" he took a deep breath. "Bloody hell that felt good"
Gilbert had stopped drinking awhile ago; there wasn't enough booze in the world to stop him from thinking about that stupid blonde vixen, who knew one stupid chick could stupidly make the prince feel as stupid as a stupid idiot. The reason he felt so stupid was because he felt like there's hundreds of fucking butterflies. It was an emotion he hasn't felt since he was a little kid when his Old Man Fritz tried to teach him how to hunt raccoons, and that didn't end well. Gilbert might be, not so much, maybe just a bit, halfway there, from a feeling that some would call 'being nervous'. Sure he had gotten laid plenty of times before but this is the first time he tried to make an effort. Back then all he had to do was wave his money around like a magic wand and bingo! They come rolling in.
The strange part about it, he didn't know the reason why he was nervous in the first place.
"So, what are we going to do now?" changing the subject in his mind, trying to ignore the thoughts from his head, though he couldn't help but get that nagging feeling like he forgot something.
But it has something to do with the blonde . . .
"We?"
"Yes, we" said the prince matter-of-factly
"Oh, um, I don't know"
It never crossed the British man mind that he would be doing anything else with this strange silver haired man. To be honest, Arthur couldn't help but sense there was something off about the guy. It wasn't a bad feeling, nor was it the kind that just nags at you until you figured it out. It was more of the kind that was obvious; he couldn't put it in words to describe it, even though it was staring at him in the face. Arthur knew this couldn't be just some random dude he picked a fight with; this man had very high standards.
"Hey Gilbert"
"What"
"A-are you from around here?" he hesitated for a moment, not really sure if he should be asking something that personal to a total stranger. "It's just that, I've always been around these parts and I just never seen you around any bars or tea shops"
"Why would I be around a tea shop?"
"They sometimes put shots in the cups"
Gilbert thought about it and came up with this:
"Oh, um, you could say that. Sort of. I live in a very distant part of town. Kinda. My little brother lives with me, due to the fact that West can't live without my awesome-ness, and it just so happens that the house I bought off was a bit too big for me and him. So we hire a few willing servants to do some of our basic chores. In a way. I hardly do much since my line of work requires me to do . . . um . . . important stuff. If you put it that way. Though whenever I have the chance to get the hell outta there, I just go chillin' hanging around the area"
"So? You do live here around"
"You could say that"
"Oh, okay then"
"But I wouldn't"
The two stayed quiet after that, either because Arthur's head felt like it was going to commit suicide or because Gilbert was having another self-praising moment of awesome-ness. A few seconds went by while the two men looked at the ten or so empty bottles of booze that were spread around randomly.
"Hey, Gilbert"
"Yeah"
"Don't you have a place to scatter along to?"
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"Scheiße! I can't believe I almost forgot!"
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There were three blondes in one place, they weren't stupid, they weren't clueless, and they weren't a bunch of valley girls. Except for one. Instead, one was a slightly injured older brother; one was a pissed off cross-dresser, and the other one was Felix.
All three of them were huddled together at the shop's own fireplace (which was in the shop's secret lets-ditch-work room), staring at the dancing flames. Neither one of them were talking, just drowning in their own thoughts, it was hard to tell what the other one was thinking without thinking about what they thought you are thinking.
"Mattie"
"Yeah"
"You do know I didn't mean to right?"
"Yeah"
"I-it just burst out of me, like word vomit"
"Yeah"
"I didn't know he wanted to meet the both of you—"
"At the same time as my date" he finished Alfred's sentence bitterly, "and somehow you mange to forget that part"
"I was panicking, he was pestering me about your whereabouts and how Mathea suddenly appeared outta nowhere! So I said, Matthew works at the pub. If I had a clear head I would had made some bullshit up"
"I thought you were master at bullshiting!"
"Not when the commie bastard is around, he got this bad vibe to him" Alfred shivered just from thinking of it, "beside if you were in my shoes wouldn't you want to come up with some half-ass excused on the whole situation, just to get away? Plus, it wasn't necessarily my fault; he had the pleasure to appoint the time"
That was probably the first smart thing Alfred said today.
"Okay, I see your point"
Felix leaned back against a pillow, not really listening to what the two brothers were bickering about. What he really cared about at the moment was how he was going to save his bar from a super hyper save-the-world American, a shy, and surprisingly very modest, cross-dressing Canadian, and a psychotic Russian rapist. It wasn't going to be easy, he just tell this is going to be a bitch.
"like, Alfred?"
"Yeah Felix"
"You think you could, like, make sure my bar isn't totally destroyed beyond all measure"
"I'm the hero, there's nothing to worry about!"
"That's what I thought" he muttered.
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6:01 P.M.
Gilbert was stupid.
Everything he thought he was going to do went straight to hell. How he mange to get drunk before the fucking date, before he fucking got an outfit, before he fucking had to time to do all the little things that made life a hell of a lot easier, the prince didn't know. Mostly due to his fuzzy state of mind.
Arthur on the other hand was highly amused. Watching the pale man become even paler, seeing him talking to himself in a panic tone, shouting 'shit!' whenever the clock moved to another minute, or when he jumped up and started pacing around his home, clutching at his hair. It pretty much made his whole day much brighter.
"Gilbert" he could help but chuckle "look, you stupid git, calm the fuck down"
The prince stopped to stare at him "how can I fucking calm down when I pretty much ruined any chances of ever getting head from that blonde!" he looked once again at the clock, feeling not as awesome as he should.
Arthur said "Come on now, cheer up ol' chap, it's not the end of the world."
"Have you seen her!?"
"You must really like her to be acting like a total whelp"
"I don't like her; I just want to sleep with her"
"Then what's the point of it?"
"Look, for some guy who had been in my kingdom all his life, you just don't seem to get it—"
"Your kingdom?"
Fuck! That wasn't supposed to slip out "um . . . what are you talking about—"
"Your kingdom, that's what you said"
"Tch, no I didn't"
"Yes you did"
"No I didn't"
"Yes you did"
"Did what?"
"You just said—"
"About that . . . . "God damn it! Come on; think of something, something fast, the first load of shit that comes to mind "I w-was just . . . saying t-that, um, I'm on drugs" I'm a fucking idiot. . . .
"What!?"
At some point in this sentence Gilbert regret having to say anything in the first place.
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"Yeah, hell no, I like take out better, oh yeah focus, great, ain't he a bit small, OMG really, no way, totally, nah I like the brownish shirt better, yeah, sweet I'll see you then!" Felix hung the phone up and skipped to where Matthew leaned against a pillow. Alfred was on the other side of the room, eating some jellybeans. "Oh Matthew~"
"Oh no" the Canadian had just about enough of surprises, dresses, and the consent threat of exposure and didn't want to deal with anything else.
"Like, don't be rude to your savior"
"My what?"
Giving a bow "I just talked to Leit (that's was Toris's pet name) on the phone and, like, he just so happens to have some siblings that work for that evil Russian stalker dude, anywho, he told me to tell you that his lil' bros can, like, talk that landlord out of anything! Since the creep, like, has a soft spot for his littlest bro. what a creep. Anyway, this means until his youngest bro comes running in a state of total panic you're, like, totally one hundred percent safe!"
Matthew was dumbfounded and Alfred stopped munching. "Holy shit"
"Yeah I know, I totally surprise myself sometimes" and the polish man left the room, laughing like a blonde bimbo.
The two brothers were left alone, they both felt strange, confused, scared, fascinated, stressed out, and hungry. The last one was mostly on Matthew's part since he didn't have anything to eat all day.
"Alfred?"
"Yeah"
"You think this is going to work"
"It has too"
"I was afraid you'd say that" this was probably going to follow him for a hell of a long time "hey, pass some of those jellybeans"
At least one problem was solved.
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A/N:
Hey guys, sorry for the late update. Its just that my life has been shitty & I hope this chapter will at least solve one problem. Plus I didn't have internet for a while.
Thanks for the reviews & for Mim, who has been so freakin' awesome. & I was wonderin' if you ever made a link for that beautiful piece of work you did.
Thanks again for reading & review
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