Warning; This story will contain violence, smut, coarse language and homophobic behavior. Please keep in mind that this is all fictional and that the author doesn't approve of such antics. You have been warned. Please keep all this in mind as you read.
The music drifted in the air, loud and booming, intimidating and foreign, vibrating itself through the walls of people and a cluster full of drinks already emptied. People were crowded all over the house- up the stairs, in the basement; both in the front and back yard of the large estate and most importantly in the living room, where currently a group or so were sipping on some light beer and playing spin the bottle, despite being seniors, with an empty wine bottle. In the mess of all of this chaos stood Arthur, retracting any sort of urge to go out and drink, thus making he appear awkward towards everyone that approached him. He was dressed in simple jeans that had gone a bit too small for him, making them cling to his thin legs and making them seem even frailer then ever, and a button up plaid shirt matched up with a cardigan that surprisingly hung off him rather loosely. He leaned against the wall near the kitchen door, absentmindedly watching the party move on and gnawing on his bottom lip in worry. Laughter arose and dribbled down, causing him to jump at the sound and turn his head to attention.
In the midst of a group of girls, all prettied up for the night, long, lingering flirtatious touches and caresses up and down the mans arms and face, drunken giggles even erupting every now then, stood Francis. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he spoke in livid French, cooing to some as a wink became apparent in his dashing eyes. Scoffing, Arthur rolled his eyes at the man and even at himself; curiosity spiked within him as he looked on. Why of all people would Francis be here? The last time the Parisian and the American even so made eye contact with each other they fought and now, here Francis was. Arthur scowled. Of course, the damn Frog had to be here. Of sodding course.
Francis glanced about the room, feeling like king of the world surrounded by so many de belles dames~. His eyes grazed the room in amusement, only to land on Arthur. Giving off a slightly shocked look, he excused himself from the girls, blowing a kiss goodbye as he sashayed his way towards the Brit, licking his lips. Arthur tried to ignore the other, only to be pulled rather forcefully into the empty kitchen, having the door locked on him as he tumbled over onto the floor. With a groan, he nursed his head with his hand, wincing up at the Frenchman who chuckled, already crouching down over him.
"…Bonsoir, mon petite lapin~ You look so very…delicious~" He cooed, looming over Arthur's figure on his fours, smirking down at his childhood friend as he watched the Briton squirm and swore, huge eyebrows brought together in rage.
"G-Get off me, bastard!" He screeched, kneeing the other in the stomach. Francis gasped, rolling over to his side and whimpering in lethargic French, his voice going off in a high pitch as if to mock a mere child. Scoffing once more, Arthur cracked back his shoulders; his usual frown carried his lips downwards as he looked over at his friend. Shaking his head, he brought his knees to his chest, resting his face against the kneecap as he began to sway, a bored look on his face.
Sitting up, Francis shook his head right back at Arthur. "May I ask why you of all people are 'ere?" He murmured, running his hands through his perfectly tousled hair. Arthur gave him an incautious look, looking away and muttering.
"I was just about to ask you the same damn question." Francis scoffed.
"I may be considered a 'faggot' 'ere, Arthur, but the ladies do love me, non? Now, tell me."
"…I was asked to accompany that daft American…"
"And where exactly is 'e?"
"W-Well…"
Roaming hands lingered on flushed flesh, two busy mouths attached together in a heated, silent argument. Alfred smirked inwardly as he snuck his hand further up the girl's blouse, following the soft curves and lines of her stomach. Emma gave a small whimper, a gasp being forced out of her, the airy breath trembling in the heated air as she giggled.
"S-So forceful tonight, hm~?" Alfred merely grunted, going to kiss down her neck, his arms tightening around her frame.
"It's your fault for looking so fucking hot." He deemed, giving a nibble, chuckling at her small moan. Emma's warm hands trailed up his neck, later entangling in his short strands and tugging so that he was facing her.
"You really shouldn't be talking." She panted lightly, leaning in teasingly slow, wrapping one of her long legs around his hip. Just as they were about to kiss, a vibration rang in the air. Emma groaned, pushing Alfred away and running a hand through perfectly tousled hair. Pulling out her phone, she raised an eyebrow at the text. "It's my friend, bitching about her boyfriend again." She muttered. Alfred gave a coy smile, taking the phone and setting it back in her back pocket.
"She can wait~." He sang in a whisper, connecting their lips once more.
Francis shook his head, pushing up against the floor and stretching. "I'm not surprised~ 'E usually 'ooks up with girls at parties~. Although I am surprised by 'ow quickly 'e was to snatch one up." Arthur could hardly keep up, looking away as he struggled up, grumbling as he did.
"H-How idiotic."
"Are you jealous?"
Arthur felt himself flinch, freezing at the statement as he was just about to leave for the living room once more. He hesitated in turning back around, his cheeks heating up mortifying enough. Finally, glancing back with a stubborn look, he scoffed.
"Like I could be jealous over some girl; come now, Frog, have some reason within your judgement." Francis chuckled, stuffing his hands into the depths of his pockets and walking to Arthur with a cocked eyebrow.
"I am not judgin', mon ami. I am merely stating."
"More assuming than statin—." Francis held up a hand and closed his eyes as he shook his head once more.
"Tell me, 'ow would you feel if Alfred started dating this girl and was always with 'er and even came to you for advice 'nd such? " Arthur met Francis' gaze for simply a moment before glancing elsewhere.
"I-I'd…" A pause slipped in within those words, a sigh following as Arthur crossed his arms. "I wouldn't be very happy." He confessed, his face becoming red in embarrassment to his truthfulness.
"Exactly!" Francis exclaimed, clapping his hands in mock excitement. Arthur shoved his shoulder and frowned, which in turn helped slow down the tipsy laughter from spilling.
"So," Francis started, brushing back some of his hair as he spoke. "What are you going to do now? Stop them?"
"Of course not!" Arthur said.
"Why not?" Francis inquired.
Arthur was left at a standstill, lost between all the conflicting feelings bubbling over inside of him. He shook his head. He grunted and pushed them away mentally. He needed a distraction, away from his overruled thoughts of Alfred and even of his more than confusing feelings over the daft boy. He glanced elsewhere, averting his friend's gaze. Moss coloured eyes fell onto a counter in which un-opened bottles of drinks were waiting, silently taunting the Briton over.
"…Is that Jack Daniel's?"
The vibrations continued to be sounded, and Emma groaned through the kiss, breaking away and sending a futile little glare towards the cell phone. Alfred gave a long look to her, moving his lips around, nibbling at the slightly swollen flesh as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Why don't you just turn it off?"
"Because she'll just come looking for me then!"
Alfred groaned, beginning to re-button his shirt back up. Emma glanced back and pouted, crouched down over her phone.
"Come on~, don't do that!" She whined her voice still breathless from the kiss and her cheeks becoming flushed as Alfred smirked back at her.
"She's just goin' to keep calling back, right? We might as well postpone this for later?"
"Well… If you insist."
"I do~ Now, come find me after you deal with your little girly friend, 'kay?" Alfred chuckled, leaning down to kiss Emma's temple as he walked out of the room, not even attempting a glance back at her as he closed the door. Emma continued with her pout before dialling her friend's number, sitting down on the bed. This was going to take a while…
Francis couldn't believe how fast it was to get Arthur this drunk! He had just started drinking as well! Now, situated back into the heart of the party, he watched with bemused eyes from a safe distance as Arthur was carried through the crowd. His cardigan thrown off somewhere, his shirt unbutton to expose poorly defined abs and his jeans now sagging off that deliciously toned butt, Arthur cheered and danced with the many others surrounding him. In about ten minutes, the drink had gone to Arthur's head (he had consumed almost three of them in one sitting) and now intoxicated became the mere life of the party. Francis watched as Arthur pulled a girl away from her friends, wiggling his ridiculously too large of eyebrows at her before gripping onto her supple hips, swaying them back and forth before pulling her even closer. The girl seemed to be enjoying herself, a pleased flush on her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around Arthur's naked shoulders. Francis' eyebrows went flying up, a giggle beginning to appear.
'Mon dieu, Arthur gets straightwhen drunk!'
The thought was so obscure, so hilarious, Francis was more than happy to have a giggle fit in the corner of the party, snickering behind his hand as he watched Arthur grind with the girl to the beat of the song. Just then, from the corner of his eye did the Frenchman notice Alfred enter the room, a bit ruffled looking but relaxed enough. That is, until he caught sight of the Briton, shirtless with a girl practically draped over him. Francis looked on as Alfred's mouth dropped completely, his movements seemingly frozen from where he stood. He could feel peoples stares at him burning as he doubled over from laughing, sliding down the wall till he was on the ground, clutching his stomach. Maybe the drink was getting to his head…
Ah! Le chevalier se passe pour la demoiselle en détresse! Francis grinned at Alfred, who was at the moment trying to break through the dancing crowd to get to Arthur. That is, he was too late! For Arthur had disposed of the tipsy girl, who happily fell into the arms of another boy as Arthur went hollering and pouncing around the room, his shouting becoming swallowed up from the stimulating music. Francis quickly flickered his eyes back to Alfred, who suddenly looked confused- a mixture of his emotions playing on his face of anger, astonishment and amusement.
Oh God, he was still chasing after him! This night for Francis has just gotten so much better, as Alfred shouted through the crowd, stumbling and running after Arthur with a determined look.
"For fuck sakes, stop running!"
Alfred huffed, now outside in the front lawn. He glared at the naked figure of Arthur, dancing under a streetlight, calling out to supposed 'pixies' that were his 'bestest friends in the whole bloody world!' Taking in a shuddering breath, Alfred took off once more, but more slowly at that. Sneaking up towards the drunken boy, he finally managed to get a hold of him. Now, this close to the Briton, he was able to really see how bad of shape he was in. Arthur appeared to be fine! If you got over the blood-shot eyes, the goofy, seemingly misplaced grin and the swaying legs, you got your Arthur.
Arthur snorted, attempting to free himself away from Alfred so he could continue to go dancing around with his fairy friends, go on wicked cool adventures and forevermore live in NARNIA! WHERE PEOPLE ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD HIS THEORYS AND ACCEPTED HIM FOR WHO HE WAS—
Alfred looked over at Arthur with a look of pity.
"Y-Yo, Arthur! You're sorta really drunk here, man." Alfred spoke slowly. Arthur snorted, flailing his legs around, kicking the air, kicking Alfred himself. The boy could only clench his teeth against the now lightly throbbing pain in his calf.
"Arthur, dude, you need to calm down."
"I DUNOO WANNA!" Alfred's eyes widened to the sick fact that Arthur was now crying, making a pouty face that resembled a hurt pug.
"B-But you hafta! You're making a fucking fool of yourself, man."
"I. DUNOO. WANNA!"
"Then go home, dude!" Alfred was now aware of the fact that there was a small however growing group of bystanders, their laughter flitting and becoming more loud by the minute. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, watching as Arthur continued on with useless, heavily accented banter and babble, from screaming to mere whispers. Groaning, Alfred pulled Arthur even closer.
"Nu! You go soddin' home, ya YANK." Sighing, Alfred frowned slightly but nodded.
"Alrighty then, up you go!" Alfred grunted, releasing Arthur's wrist's finally yet not allowing the drunk to get away too quickly. He bent down, hoisting Arthur over his shoulder with a bit of a groan. Refusing to look back at the crowd still laughing, or to even acknowledge the fact that Arthur was in between giggling and sobbing, Alfred began his decend down the street towards his house.
"You better be fucking thankful for me, man. But I can't let ya stay here by yourself when you're this pissed." Alfred chuckled. Arthur seemed to calm down after a few minutes of walking, the fresh air and the slight breeze of being carried slowing down his tears and his giggles. After waiting for a few moments, Alfred continued without a response.
"To think, your first party in the great land of the U.S.A and you get this drunk! Hahaha! Fucking amazing, right there. But, like, I guess this is the best way to get you home, yeah? Other than you go home with some drunk chick.
"And I saw ya dancing with that other chick! Duuuude, she was smokin' hot! Good catch there! But, you sorta messed that up by pushing her away into that other kid and then running away.
"Jesus, you are hilarious. You act like a 'gentleman' and all proper and shit at school but here? Fucking crazy man. Bat shit crazy. We should hang out more often, yeah? Thought you were, like, some pussy, to be honest. The first time we met. I was gonna play 'round and all for a bit before leaving ya in the dust, but now that I've seen how you can get? You're not bad at all, hey? Arthur?" Glancing back, Alfred nearly smiled at the sleeping face of Arthur, whose arms were wrapped around Alfred's torso as to ensure him not falling, his face lying against the crook of Alfred's neck. It was a somewhat awkward position, but it was welcomed all the while. Alfred decided to silently smirk, glad that they were the only ones left on the now empty street.
"You really are something, you know that?"
With that, Alfred picked up his walking once more, no more talk being admitted, nor the infectious laughter from the party being heard. Just a gentle silence, a liberating feeling of a growing friendship and the tender, softly blown breath of Arthur's being exhaled against his flushed neck.
AN: You cannot even begin to fathom the amount of gratitude and guilt I have been feeling the past couple of months for this story. From the beginning of school all the way to now, life has gotten harder and harder for me. Even now, I'm at the hospital writing this, but that's not the point. As for now, here the chapter! I will continue this story, I have so much planned for it! Just wait! I'll be working on it more frequently than before, not months in between! I'll try with just...days? Maybe a few weeks! But thank you all for those that are still here, waiting and reading! Thank you! Please review with how you think this chapter went, I tried hard on it. ;A; maybe a bit too hard..