A busy restaurant over crowded with people was typical day for Arthur. Day after day, arms loaded with food he went table to table. At a corner diner was where he made some money as a waiter. Two hours to go then his shift will be over, and another one can begin at the 7/11 down the street. It was quite shocking since he was indeed English, but if it would allow him to keep Alfred then he would just suffer thru the pain. He was never letting go of Alfred.
Nine o'clock rolled around and it was time to clock out. "Bloody hell I'm tired, but at least I can go home now." The cream colored apron he untied from his waist hung on the rack in the back of the restaurant. His eyes watched the floor as he lazily made his way out of there only to bump into something? Or someone? His crabby mood made him lash out at the poor soul. "Hey, watch where you're going git!"
A laugh arose from the man, Arthur quickly went to face this laugh. It couldn't be? Could it? In front of him stood his old high school pall, well more or less since they used to bicker a lot. "Ohonhonhon. Arthur, how nice to see you again?" Still as obsessed with the French accent as he was back then. Francis bowed before smiling.
"Francis?!" He cleared his throat of the excitement before returning to his normal tone. " I-I mean what are you doing here frog!" The green eyed brit crossed his arms, trying his hardest to seem surprised. "Oh just taking a walk, I wont be able to much after tomorrow. The paparazzi you know." After scratching his chin he continued. "So mon ami how have you been since the old day's?"
Of course he could tell by the grease stains on Arthur's shirt and pants things hadn't been so well. "Working as a buss boy I presume and how is young Alfred?" The smirk on Francis face only made Arthur boil over in anger. "Shut up you wanker! Me and my brother have been doing just fine since mum has been gone!" With his face red, Arthur hid it in his palms. Why did he just do that? While sobbing he noticed two arms wrap around him, almost in a comforting manor.
"Oi Arthur, I am sorry to hear of that. But, truly are you alright my friend?" A few stiff sniffles and the hug was broken. "B-Bills are piling up, they've threatened to take Alfred away. I cant let them do that Francis, he's all I have left." The French man smiled, reaching into his wallet and pulling out some money. "This should cover your living expenses for a time, and here is my new number."
With shaking hands Arthur took the offering before him. Why was Francis being so nice to him? Did he pity the brit? "W-Why thank you frog." A smirk rose from Francis. "Pas de problème my friend. If you need anything don't hesitate to call, for Alfred's sake." With that the two parted ways Francis heading to his own home, he missed his own little brother. Arthur made a few stops to pick up groceries and pay bills with the money given. He even made it special by buying a small something for Alfred.
(I promise that the next two will include France and Canada. I'll see how long I can keep this story going, please review and if there are flaws in grammar tell me. I appreciate comment's as long as they are not negative/ non helpful.)