Arthur crossed his arms and pouted as he joined the happy-go-lucky American in the car. Matthew didn't live that far away so the ride was simple, short, and uneventful (unlike the happenings in the Canadian's car). The two men didn't say much to each other, there was nothing to say. Alfred even lost that smug grin that the angel came to love so much. The American had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that he would be there. He heard a rumor from somebody at work that Ivan was seeing another one of Matthew's friends. From what he heard the new boy toy was a little on the bitchy side, but the Russian was head over heals for him like a puppy dog. He also heard that Ivan no longer wore the pants in the relationship; it was most likely driving the poor bastard crazy. Alfred wasn't looking forward to seeing his ex and his new lover. The Russian was one badass mind fucker; he would totally rub his successful love life in his face. Arthur noticed the slightly pissed off look on the other man's face. Alfred gave a grunt when he saw the Russia red sports car; he was more then tempted to cut the brake line and watch the car crash and hopefully go up in hot flames. The thought made him smile wickedly and laugh coldly under his breath, Arthur inched himself away from Alfred. 'Are all American's such scary drivers; I mean he drove on the wrong side of the road the whole time!' Arthur thinks as he shivered and silently prayed for his life. Alfred parked the car and walked around to open Arthur's door. The scary smile was still glued to his face.

"Come on Artie. I want to get this over with." The angel wasn't sure if he even wanted to leave the safty of car. Alfred was kind of giving him the chills.

"Alfred are you aright? You don't seem like your self." The British man asked with a look of pure worry in his bright green eyes. The moon light made them shine even brighter. Alfred shook his head, grabbed onto the angel's hand, and rushed to the door. The contact made Arthur blush from the contact and from the sudden look of happiness on the American's face. Matthew opened the door dressed as a cute little lumberjack, he noticed and hand holding and smiled to himself. Gilbert was dressed up as a tree and was sitting with his brother Ludwig, the albino was getting fake leafs all over the place. Everyone looked like a blast. Kiku was hidden out of sight in a lip lock with his boyfriend, their hand slipped out of sight. Arthur quickly turned away from the view blushing even deeper. Alfred pulled him inside and the joined a clump of people at the couth. Music was playing but it was hard to hear above the hyperactive talking. Alfred looked around and saw a few people he knew, however he did not see his ex anywhere. He started to calm down a little. The angel left his side to grab a beer. The drinks were set out in red plastic cups and were the cheep horse piss kind. The Brit grabbed a cup when a strong hand placed its self on his waist. A scent of red wine and roses filled his nose. It wasn't a very smell it was to strong.

"Did it hurt?" The voice asked into Arthur ear, the voice had a French accent. Arthur couldn't help but to ask.

"Did what hurt?" The Brit had had good felling that he wasn't going to like this man.

"Well my sweet mon cher, I was wondering if it hurt when you fell from Heaven. Because only an angel can look like you." The French man said with a strange look on his face. This man was really starting to creep him out, he moved over to the side and slapped off the man's hand. He didn't like how he kept getting closer and closer.

"It hurt like hell. I still have the marks to prove it!" This made the French man laugh; his laugh was almost as scary as the lustful look in his eye.

"I see I've found a funny one. Now love let us see if I can get you to blush or better yet scream. Did you know that the French are like a rubric' cube, the more you play with them the harder they get. "Francis whispered into the angel's ear and placed his hands on Arthur's hips to keep him from going anywhere. The British man blushed and tried to pull the arms off. He wanted to get away from this damn pervert, he looked around for help. However, Francis wasn't about to let that happen just yet, his hand kept their strong hold. However, the hands started to slip down lower. He gave a sly grin and gave Arthur's ass a firm grip.

"Get off me you damn frog!" Arthur yelled so loudly the whole party turned at once to look at them. Alfred sighed and shook his head; he should have known that Matthew's cousin would have been here. Francis was the one reason Alfred was glad that he and Matthew were half brother, being related to that man was a nightmare. When people saw it was just the French man going at his antics again they went back to talking, Kiku took a few pictures then went back to making out with Heracles. This behavior was more then normal from the French man. Francis would do anything and I mean anything to get into the pants of someone who has caught his lustful blue eyes. In addition, unluckily for poor Arthur he was clearly Francis newest victim. Alfred knew it was time to put an end to the bastard's little game.

"Francis why don't you go fuck a goat and leave Artie alone. Can't you see he's with me." Alfredsaid while coming to save the day. He loved to be the hero, the American wrapped and arm around the angel's waist and pulled him into his chest. He gave a cocky smile and wrapped his arms around Arthur as if to block out Francis moves to steal him back.

"Oh I see." The French man grin a cat like grin.

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Yup Ivan will appear in the next chapter and Francis will appear again in a random chapter. Unbelievably t Ivan is my fave character. I would be one with him any day. I fell as if I made him come off as a total jackass, which I was aiming for.

ps no smut yet but I might write it for chapter 8 (between Gilbert and Matthew)

Plz review. :P