The next day something miraculous happened that would never be repeated again: Francis had awoken before Arthur had. He found the Brit still sweetly sleeping in his arms and he couldn't help but to smile at the fact how innocent he looked, to his dismay or not. He gently got up and glimpsed at the bed. It seemed as though Arthur had just tossed and shifted the pillows in his sleep and there was no evidence what-so-ever as to what had happened during the night. Francis stretched himself and went to have a shower to clear his head of every little silly thought that had sneaked into his mind.
Arthur woke up due to a sudden yelp coming from the bathroom. He could hear French cursing while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "These beds are more comfortable than they let themselves out to be," he yawned and picked up the pillows from the floor. He opened the window and was happy to see that the day was going to be a beautiful one. Later that day Kiku will arrive, so they had to go to the airport again. He thought that he and the Spaniard should meet up with him, so the others could search for a slightly more comfortable hotel. He started to look through the maps and sightseeing guides he had grabbed from the airport when Francis emerged from the bathroom. "I should warn you that the water is pure ice," the Frenchman exclaimed and came to stand next to Arthur under the warm breeze coming from the window. "We have to get used to it, Hell's probably frozen all over too," the Brit answered and earned a chuckle from the other man. He looked at the map Arthur was studying and noted that circles had been drawn around some of the sights. "Places you'd like to visit?" Francis asked and smiled at the thought that at least one of all of them had put some thought into this trip. "Yes," Arthur muttered and kept looking at the maps, his brow furrowed. "I just hope that you guys don't have anything against walking, because I would much rather go through the boulevards and little streets rather than drive down the busy main road." Francis encouraged him that it won't be any trouble and that he was sure the others would accept that idea without objections as well. Content, Arthur went to the shower as well, leaving Francis to dry himself and get dressed.
About an hour later they were both banging on the door of Antonio's and Gilbert's room. They were supposed to meet each other at the front desk at 10 o'clock and after a half an hour of waiting they were still nowhere in sight. They were suddenly drawn aback when an angry Portuguese man opened the door and started to yell and wave hands at them. Having decided it was best to abandon their vengeful cause, Francis and Arthur swiftly escaped and soon they were walking through the Romesque strelets, searching for a small cafe or a bistro to have breakfast in. "I can't believe it," Francis cursed after he hung up on an another unanswered call. Neither Antonio or Gilbert were answering their phones and having left their friends without informing them was a cruel joke. Arthur agreed with Francis and said it was just best to get a place to rest and fuel up before thinking what to do next. A little while later they were sitting on the balcony of a small cafe and after having finished their meal they had somehow ordered with Arthur's Portuguese dictionary, they started to look at the map again. "God, this city is huge," Arthur sighed, frustrated. "It is, mon ami, but doesn't Alfred know of this city? I remember him saying he visits Brazil quite often," Francis glanced at Arthur who started to look for his cousin's number. After 10 minutes of constant calling there was still no answer. Feeling a little out of the blue, he ordered another cup of iced tea. "Worry not, Arthùr, let's just enjoy Rio," Francis smiled and patted him on the back. "Let's just start with the places you want to go to, we're bound to see them on the way or near the sights. And if not, well... we'll just spend the New Year's without them, with only the four of us."