How the hell had I managed to get Arthur Kirkland to play twister? Yeah, that kids game where your hands and feet were on different coloured circles and you got into the most awkward positions possible. Speaking of awkward positions, I was both in one now. Arthur and I were the last two to fall. Francis was spinning the spinner, and I had a sneaky suspicion that he was just trying to see the most awkward pose he could get the two of us in before the Brit bottled it. "Left hand blue." He commanded me, snapping me out of my daydream. I looked to the best place to put my hand. I was twisted at the moment, my feet on a yellow and green as if I was doing a bridge, and my hands on two reds with one of Arthur's hands in the middle, as if I was doing the yoga pose 'the downwards dog'.
I decided to untwist myself and go into the bridge shape. I removed my left hand and began turning my body. However when my back was perpendicular to the mat I realised that the blue closest to me would lead me under Arthur's left arm that was by my right hand. "Hurry up ma chérie." Francis said to me. I tried to glare at the Frenchman but I was unable to properly. I ducked my head under Arthur's arm and put my hand down. He was facing downwards and our heads were now really close.
"So… How's life?" I asked trying to break the stare of the Brit above me. His eyes narrowed in suspicion when I spoke to him.
"Angleterre, left foot green." Francis said. England looked down and blushed. Why was he blushing? Because the easiest green for him would be over both of my legs, placing him completely above me. After a few moments of indecision, he finally picked up his leg and placed it over me.
"Ohonhonhon~, what a position!"
"Hurry up and spin it you frog!"
"Actually, I think I shall go and fetch myself a drink."
"WHAT?" I and Arthur shouted in unison. Francis just laughed as he left the two of us mid-game. I sighed and looked up at England, who looked back at me intently.
"Is something wrong Arthur?"
"N-no, just waiting for the bloody frog to get back." He replied. At this moment his beautiful emerald eyes would look anywhere but at me.
A few minutes later my arms and legs felt weak, and Francis still wasn't back. Being really competitive, I couldn't let Arthur win. But it hurt. "Ready to give up love?" The Brit above me teased. Deciding that I would give in in a few seconds, I kicked his right leg from under him. He lost his balance, but instead of falling to the left, he basically just fell downwards, taking me with him. After the initial shock of falling, I noticed how Arthur had fallen. I was under him, and he was straddling me. I tried to squirm away from him, but he just chuckled. "You caused this love, now you should deal with the consequences."
I was never playing Twister with Arthur Kirkland again…