It was about a month and a half since the break-up. Christmas had gone and passed. Arthur spent it with his elder brothers, silent and moping. And was consequently made fun of for it by everyone except Ian, which had he been paying more attention he would have found it odd.
Francis meanwhile had taken Matthew over to Gilbert's. The Beilschmidt brother's had had Antonio, Lovino, and Feliciano over as well and though the atmosphere had been joyous, Francis moved around as if half asleep.
Now back at school in January Francis and Arthur were still no longer looking at each other, let alone talking, and no one in the class seemed to notice. Except for Chelle. And the island girl was becoming frustrated with her cousin and classmate.
She had watched them for a week now and the couple were acting like, well... Not a couple. So she waited and grew more and more impatient as the day passed on. She had practically memorized Arthur's schedule, for spying purposes thank you very much! She was no stalker.
When the bell finally rang she nearly sent three people to the floor, one of which may or may not have been a teacher. She waited outside of the main entrance of the school, breath coming out in white puffs as she breathed in and out quickly. The tan skinned girl reached forward and jerked Arthur to the side when she finally saw him.
"Woah! What in the name of all that is bloody holy!" The British teen yelped as he was forcefully dragged behind the girl. He struggled not to stumble as he attempted to jerk away from her.
When Chelle did finally let him go the blonde was jerking his arm back again and he nearly fell onto his backside. He glared at her and she just rolled her eyes. "Come on. We're going to the park." She turned away and took a step forward.
Arthur paled slightly. He had been doing his best the past month and a half to avoid the park. But Chelle just rolled her eyes and grabbed onto his forearm again and began to almost literally drag him with her. The Brit sighed but finally just let her.
"You want to swing and talk or walk and talk?" Chelle asked as they walked closer to the park.
The blonde scowled slightly. "Walk. What do you even want to talk about?" The confusion and curiosity showing on his face and in his voice.
"I want to know why you and Francis," she ignored the way Arthur's scowl deepened and his face flushed, "are avoiding each other so much?"
"I can assure you, I have no idea what you are talking about so if you'll excuse me I'm going to go home."
He turned to make his way home but stopped and tensed up as Chelle continued with a scoff, "Oh right. And you two were totally not dating, right?"
Arthur turned sharply to stare at her. "Wha? How do you know about that?"
Chelle rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Oh please. I found out a month or so ago. And I'm glad that he's been happy. He deserves it. He and Mattie both. But now you two are both all mopey and I don't understand how he could go from that high of happiness to how he is now. What happened?"
The two were now walking along the track on the border of the park. Arthur sighed and looked ahead. "He broke up with me," he managed to spit out emotionlessly.
Chelle's jaw dropped. "What?! But why?!" She practically screeched.
Arthur jumped slightly. "Good lord woman! Must you yell like a bloody banshee?!"
The younger girl blushed a light pink but decided it'd be best to not say how he and his brother seemed to think alike. "Well why? Why would he break up with you if he was that happy?"
The Brit sighed and shrugged. "He said that I was too young. Though that didn't stop him from saying yes in the first place." He scoffed and sighed again. "Look, as much as I've just enjoyed this talk, I want to go home now. So I'll just see you Monday."
Chelle nodded but didn't look at Arthur. Her brows were furrowed in thought. 'Did Ian find out before me? Why would Francis do that when he and Matthew and Arthur were all so happy?' She thought, making were way to her cousin's home, still lost in thought.
Moments later she was knocking on the door, back to the door, tapping her chin as she thought about what to say.
"Papa! Someone is at the door!" Matthew clmly shouted in a slightly distracted tone from his position on the living room floor. He was coloring a picture of a bird in a box with colorful paper from his new coloring book, which was a Christmas present from Gilbert, and was planning on giving the albino the picture the next time he saw him.
Francis dried off his hands and turned the sink off before rushing to the door. He smiled warmly as he saw the back of his cousin's head. "Oh bonjour Chelle! You should have said that you were coming over! I woul-" He was cut off as the smaller girl turned quickly and slapped him across the face. "Mon Dieu?! What was that for?" He whisper shouted, his aggravation showing clearly on his face.
Chelle glared. "We need to talk! Now you let me in right this instant Francis!"
Francis just raised an eyebrow. "That depends, are you done hitting me?"
Chelle rolled her eyes but gave a small nod to the blonde man. Francis stepped aside and shut the door as the teenage girl briskly walked straight to the kitchen. He didn't notice that she had plucked up a pillow from the couch and neither did Matthew.
Francis sighed as he went back to the kitchen, hoping that he could finish the dishes and Chelle would just rant about whatever it was that was bothering her then kindly leave. But of course that was not what happened.
Instead he was greeted with a pillow to the face and nearly fell to the floor. "Ah! My face!" He yelped, covering his face hastily with his hands.
"I can't believe you! I just cannot believe you Francis!" Chelle shouted, continuously beating the Frenchman with the pillow none too gently.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Francis said loudly, now trying to grab onto the pillow with one hand, the other hand still covering his face.
Chelle scowled and kicked him in the shin and Francis was now holding his shin, hopping on one foot, while still attempting to cover his face. "You're a liar! A big!" Kick to the shin. "Huge!" A smack to the head with the pillow. "Lying!" A hit with the pillow to the side. "Liar!" She screeched the last word and repeatedly hit Francis atop his blonde head.
Francis was all but cowering on the kitchen floor. He was still covering his face and holding his shin, bouncing occasionally, and wincing. He risked a glance through his fingers to see Chelle and flinched again.
She looked ready to kill. And Francis wished that they weren't in the kitchen and silently vowed to himself to keep her from the knives. The teenager's face was a pinkish-red and she was breathing rapidly, now whether it was from how mad she was or the slight physical exercise Francis didn't know.
"Papa? Why is Chelle hitting you?"
The Frenchman and teenager looked over and saw Matthew staring at them in confusion, eyes wide, his picture on the floor next to him.
Chelle huffed and smacked Francis across the face with the pillow. "Because cher, your papa is an idiot!" She kicked the man in the shin again, ignoring Francis's whines of pain.
"Papa is not an idiot!" The child defended. He bit his lip as curiosity took over. "But what'd he do?"
"I am so very glad that you asked Mattie, mon cher!" Chelle screeched shrilly again, causing for Matthew and Francis both to wince as her voice assaulted their ears. "He broke up with Arthur and I want, no I demand, to know why on earth he would do something so stupid!"
Matthew's eyes widened even more. "What? Papa!"
"I can explain! Stop hitting me Chelle!" Francis attempted to defend himself. His son stared worriedly at his father and nodded to Chelle, who then just threw the pillow at the Frenchman's face.
"Explain then. Because you both were so happy! I just can't understand how or why you would do something like this!" Chelle fumed, wishing that she still had her weapon.
Francis sighed, but stayed sitting on the floor. "I'm too old. He's-" "Would this have to do with a certain red head with pretty green eyes?" Chelle interrupted.
The Frenchman's eyes widened but then narrowed. "And how exactly do you know Ian?" He asked, eyes still narrowed at the teenager.
Said teenager just waved a hand and glared at nothing. "That bastard! He made you break up with Arthur, didn't he?!" Francis said nothing. "I'm going to murder him! Why that no good for nothing son of a-"
"I think that's enough!" Francis yelped, quickly covering his son's ears.
Chelle scowled and picked up the forgotten pillow. Francis winced and held his son closer thinking, 'Surely she won't attack me again with Matthew here!'
She didn't. With a, "I'll return this later!" thrown over her shoulder and a slam of the door, she was gone. Francis let out a breath he was unaware that he had been holding in and let go of his son.
Matthew turned and shot a glare to his papa. "What?" Francis asked, rather shocked that his four year old could glare like that. 'Must have picked it up from Arthur.'
The child huffed. "You better apologize to Arthur! I liked him! Except his cooking." And with that, the blonde child went back to the living room to finish his coloring.
Chelle on the other hand was stomping her way over to Arthur's house and she was right in time she noted as she watched a certain red headed Scotsman get out of a car. "Hey!" The teenager shouted, throwing the pillow at the back of Ian's head.
The Scot yelped and nearly fell but caught himself by bracing a hand on the side of his car. He turned and glared at Chelle, who just glared back just as harshly. "What the hell is your problem?!" He shouted, throwing the pillow back at her.
She caught the pillow deftly and marched up to Ian until she was standing right in front of the red head. "You made Francis break up with Arthur!" She stomped on his foot, he yelped and jerked back a step but she followed. "Do you have any idea at all how depressed they've both been?! You should be ashamed of yourself!" She smacked him upside the head with the pillow and he yelped again.
Ian scowled and reached for the pillow but she was too fast and had already snatched it away again. "Look girly-" "My name is Chelle you stupid jerk!" She interrupted with a screech and an attack of pillow smacks. "Well your name should be Banshee!" He retorted as he gave up trying to take the pillow from her and just deciding to shield himself as best as possible.
This just infuriated the girl even more and she began to kick at his shin. "You tell Francis to talk to Arthur! You apologize to them both! You make Francis apologize for being stupid enough to listen to you! Do you understand me?!"
Ian flushed slightly as she attacked him some more. "You're making a scene! People are starting to look out of their windows!"
This was true. There were currently five people looking out of their windows to see what all of the yelling was about. Arthur watched, slightly amused, from the living room window as Chelle continued to smack his brother repeatedly.
Of course this just seemed to make Chelle even more angry. "Then I'll continue until you do as I say you ass! Now talk to Francis!"
"If I do will you go away?!"
"Oui!"
"Then fine! Fine! I'll talk to him! Now go away!" Ian gave in.
Chelle grinned widely. "Merci! Have a good day." And with that she turned and left the slightly bruised and dazed Scot by his car. Ian slowly straightened his clothes back into place and went inside. He was greeted with, "So what was that all about?" Arthur smirked softly as Ian flinched and flushed.
"Your girlfriend is a banshee!" Ian shouted before practically running to his room.
Arthur spluttered and felt his face heat up. "She is not my girlfriend!"
A/N: woo~ thanks again for all positive feedback! I had the next chapter written but then it got deleted. I am currently rather ticked about that and rewriting it. So enjoy this one. I quite liked Chelle here. I swear, I have not forgotten about Alfred! He'll be back next chapter with some more Mathew!