Well hey y'all! Sorry I haven't updated lately, the combination of school, sick, Deadpool and more sick has hindered me in my quest to finish this fan fiction, but never fear! I will complete this someday.
When Arthur woke up, to his surprise, Vlad was gone.
He hummed happily while he made himself tea. He was rid of that vampiric pest! Or was he? Things were too good, he must be forgetting something again.
After glancing around awkwardly for something that'd jog his memory, he spied a note on the counter.
There was a squirrel I liked, back soon
-Vlad
Well. Now Arthur just wondered what that meant.
Arthur milled around a bit before it hit him. What he'd been forgetting.
Arthur had to go into work today. Truth be told he wasn't supposed to have taken yesterday off, so to make up for staying home he had to go today on Sunday. He banged his head on the wall for a minute or so and began his morning routine.
At work there was no one, of course. It was Sunday. No one worked on Sunday. But Arthur had fancy clothes to make for the rich folk of London. He sat down and began his work with only the windows for light. Arthur didn't like using electricity if he didn't have to.
Sometime during the afternoon, the back door of the shop was opened without Arthur realising. The one who had opened the door had assumed that no one would be working today so he began on his little 'job'.
Arthur stopped. He smelled something. Something distinctively… French. Like rose water and baguettes.
"… French…" Arthur mumbled.
"…British…" mumbled the other person.
"Shit." Said both of them
Arthur turned around only to see some blonde guy stealing money from the twins' work stations.
Arthur stood and laughed at the man for a few seconds before realising that he, Arthur, would get blamed for taking the stolen money.
Arthur lunged and tackled the blonde guy easily. As he sat on him he was happy that finally he was doing the sitting… until they rolled over.
"Well, usually I don't do this until the third date, but whatever…" Said the French man with a smirk
"Get off me Frenchy!" Arthur was having none of this French man's dirty talk, so he gave him a nice, big punch in the stomach.
"Ouch, Lapin, that really hurt" Said the French guy as he doubled over.
"I'm not your rabbit, Frog!"
The French-man looked up at Arthur to see who had hurt him so "Your eyebrows are so ghastly… they remind me of someone…" He paused. "Arthur?"
Arthur stared long and hard trying to remember this guy's face, but the thing that made him remember was actually the hair. He'd never seen such a douchey haircut on anyone else "Francis?"
"Ah! Bon! It is you! So nice to see you again, mon cher. What do you say we go get dinner and put this whole thing behind us?" Said Francis
"You tried to steal from me."
"…Oui, sorry"
"Give me back the things you stole."
"Non."
"I'll take them from you, then"
"Non."
Arthur kicked Francis in the shin. "I'll lose my job if you don't give them back, shit beard."
"But if I give them back I lose my job" Francis was holding his shin now.
"Well, fuck you"
"Third date…"
Arthur made a grab for the bag of stolen money but Francis moved it away swiftly.
"Only if you have a date with me"
"Never!"
"Well, then I'll just leave and you'll have no way of getting any of this back…"
Arthur tried for the bag again and, failing that told Francis "Fine."
"Pardon?" Said Francis mockingly
"I'll go with you" Arthur said hesitantly
"Bon! We'll go to your house now!"
"Why!?"
"I'd like some privacy, and I can't have you find out where I live"
"No!"
"Well, if you don't want your money back…"
"…Fine, but prepare to be bitten"
"Onhonhon, feisty"
"Not by me you twit."
'I haven't even finished all my work' worried Arthur.
I didn't enjoy this chapter. It's probably going to get re-done soon. I hope it does.
Please review! Happiness drives away sickness~