Don't Lean On Me

by Bringmemisery

"You Can't Escape The Game." You never truly know what you have until you lose it. Gil never really took that into much consideration - neither did his two best friends. The three of them lived everyday taking almost everything for granted. But it wasn't until a sudden turn of events that they began to realize that their lives could all be in grave danger.

16. Il est arrivé

Hello, my lovelies!

So here is another little something something for you all! Now, this chapter isn't super long. I needed something to tie in with the next chapter I am working on, and this will do the job.

But do enjoy it!

I've introduced another character for you guys, too! :3

Next chapter in in the works!

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

Don't Lean On Me (c) Bringmemisery

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Chapter 15 - Il est arrivé

"You're what?" Francis yelled into the phone.

"I'm with Lov!" Antonio laughed on the other end.

"What do you mean with?"

"As in he and I are together now!"

"Together?" Francis looked over to Arthur who sipped on tea, "as in relationship together?"

He noticed Arthur's eyes widen as Antonio responded, "Exactly!"

"When was this?" Francis shrugged his shoulders to Arthur.

"Yesterday, actually."

Arthur sighed, "That lousy good-for-nothing mongrel!"

"Antoni, that's great news," Francis watched as Arthur took furious sip, "I'm happy you got what you wanted."

"Yeah, me too . . ."

Francis crossed his legs, "Antoni, is something wrong?"

Antonio laughed, but he didn't reply.

Francis twirled a lock of his hair between his fingers as he waited for a response. The line was dead for a while, but then he heard another voice. Then he heard Antonio laugh.

"Antoni?" He asked again.

"Lo siento, Frankie! Gil was just cussing some guy out, and it was funny."

"Gil is with you?"

"Sí, you want to talk with him?"

"Non, it's fine. Is there anything else you needed to tell me, mon cher?"

The line went silent for a moment, then Antonio replied, "Yeah, there was . . . something else."

"What that might be?"

"Umm . . . Arturo isn't home yet, is he?"

"He is," He looked at Arthur, "do you need to speak with him?"

"I don't want to speak with him," Arthur spat.

"Por favor."

"One moment," Francis pulled the phone away from his ear, "he wants to speak to you, mon amor."

Arthur rolled his eyes before he yanked the phone, "what is it, Ant?"

Francis watched as Arthur placed his teacup onto the coffee table.

"Right," Arthur nodded, "but what has that to do with any—"

He went silent, then he looked up at Francis, "what do you mean?"

"What is he saying?" Francis whispered.

Arthur held up his finger, "but that is impossible. That buggart is gone."

Francis' eyes widened, "what is he saying?"

"Hush!" Arthur yelled, "No, Antonio, not you – Listen to me! Not YOU!"

Francis crossed his arms and sighed.

What was so important that only Arthur had to know?

He looked to the ground.

It must be something very important.

"Right," he heard Arthur say, "I will inform my brother. Thank you for the message."

Francis looked over to Arthur, he had placed the phone onto the table and his face was buried in his hands.

"Mon amor, what is it?"

"Oh nothing," Arthur laughed, "just the buggart we thought we rid of is still around. But of course, that isn't a problem at all!"

Francis stood up, "It is still here?"

Arthur nodded, "I knew that blasted trick of Allistor's would backfire! It was too damned good to be true!"

"Arthur?" Francis scratched his wrist, "what do we do?"

"For starters," Arthur stood, "I need to speak with my brother."

"But isn't he out with your other brother?"

Arthur frowned, "Right . . . but I need to . . . wait a moment."

Francis waited as Arthur shut his eyes for a few moments.

Then the doorbell rang, and Arthur's eyes shot open.

Francis turned to the door and strode over. As he reached the door he could make out a couple of voices:

"Dude, I am so freakin' happy!"

"You've said that a thousand times already."

"But I'm so happy!"

Francis pulled open the door and before him stood both Alfred and Matthew.

The boys looked up at him and smiles spread on both of their faces.

"Dude," Alfred laughed, "Guess who's like totally here?"

Francis spread out his arms, "Mon chouchou!"

Matthew drop his bags as he jumped into Francis' arms.

Francis couldn't help but laugh as he gave the Canadian a tight squeeze, "Mon dio, why are both of you so much taller than papa?"

He heard Arthur snort behind him as he released Matthew.

"Oh, please," Arthur laughed, "you're not these boys' father. Can't even care for yourself."

Francis turned and stuck out his tongue, "Let me dream!"

"Arthur?" Matthew's soft voice spoke, "Wow, it's been some time, hasn't it?"

"Indeed," Arthur gave a smile, "The two of you truly have grown."

"I grew more, though," Alfred interrupted as he squeezed past with the bags in his hands.

"Alfred," Matthew called out, "Don't carry all that by yourself!"

"Bro, I've got it! Yo, Frank, we're ya want me to put his stuff?"

"Wait a tick," Arthur said, "Matthew, are you staying here?"

"Oui," Francis answered, "Mon chouchou is staying out with papa for a week."

"A week?" Arthur snorted, "Like hell he's staying in your house."

Francis rolled his eyes, "mon dio, he will be fine here!"

"You're going to starve him!"

"I said he'll be fine!"

"Dude," Alfred cut in, "he should totes stay with us, Art!"

"Exactly," Arthur nodded, "at least I won't have to worry about him if he's under my care."

"I'm fine here," Matthew responded, "Besides, I'm technically here for two—"

"Mon amor," Francis sighed, "I am telling you that he will be fine!"

It was then that Francis heard steps come from the hallway. He looked over to find his two sisters there – smiles on both of their faces. He motioned them both over, and soon they did just that. Both girls approached the men, and it seemed that Cecily's grin continued to grow.

"Mattheu?" She asked, her hands tugged onto one of her pigtails.

Francis noticed Matthew's eyes shine as he smiled, "Cecily! Florence. You both . . . changed a bit."

"Yeah," Alfred chuckled, "They're total babes now."

Both girls giggled, and Francis rose his eyebrow.

"You've changed too," Cecily responded, "You're so tall now! And look at those arms! I bet you could pick us up without trying!"

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Matthew laughed.

"Dude," Alfred snorted, "your flirting skills blow."

"What?" Matthew's face flushed, "Who said anything about that?"

Francis cleared his throat, "Alfred, you can take his things down the hall over there. I have an empty room for him."

"Sure, bruh," Alfred grinned as he walked past the girls.

"Frog," Arthur yelled, "let him be at my house!"

"Arthur," Francis rolled his eyes, "just let him stay here for a couple of days!"

"A few days can starve that child!"

"You act as if my food is terrible! I'm more worried about you feeding him charcoal!"

"Say that again!" Arthur took hold of Francis' shirt.

"Brother," Florence said, "hold your tongue. You have a guest."

Francis looked at his sister, then over to Matthew who was tugging on his sweater sleeve. Then he looked back to Arthur who then released him.

"Forgive us," Arthur straighten himself up, "Francis can't stop acting like a child."

"Why are you always blaming me?" Francis sighed.

"Because it is true! You act like a five-year-old!"

"Both of you, please," Matthew said, "There's really no need to fight over me. I honestly didn't intend for you two to argue over something so trivial. Besides, I'm here for two weeks. I can stay with Francis for one, and then the other with you Arthur, if that's alright?"

Francis glanced at Arthur who pursed his lips.

"Well," Arthur replied, "If that's truly what you want, I guess I have no other choice—"

"Papa wins again!" Francis laughed.

"You're not his damned father!"

"Matthieu?" Cecily cut in, "how have you been recently?"

"Oh," Matthew answered, "Alright. How have you all been?"

"Wonderful!" Cecily grinned, "And now that you're here it's even better!"

"Cecily?" Francis cleared his throat as he noticed Matthew's face redden, "you're embarrassing him."

Then the doorbell rang once more, which caused Francis to sigh.

Matthew was the one guest he had been expecting.

Who was it this time?

He approached the door, and turned its cold knob. Once it was open, he groaned.

"Hey, Bro," Gil smiled, "is my lover here yet, or what?"

"Amigo?" Antonio asked, "I thought you were single?"

Gil walked past Francis, and soon so did Antonio.

This is why those two were together. . .

Francis shut the door and turned to find Matthew being lifted from the ground as Gil tried to spin him around.

"Gil," Arthur shouted, "put him down before you injury yourselves!"

"Bro," Gil put Matthew down, "stop being a party pooper."

"Then stop acting like a child!"

"Duuuuude," Alfred's voice rang, "It's a frickin' party up in this place!"

"Hell yeah," Gil high-fived the American, "How goes it, Birdie?"

"Fine," Matthew replied, "how have you been?"

"Awesome!" Gil grinned, "Yo, Frankie, you should totes let me kidnap Birdie before he leaves the awesome Me again!"

"No!" Arthur snapped, "You stay away from him! And you!"

Arthur pointed at Antonio who in turn pointed at himself.

"Yo?" The Spaniard titled his head.

"No, the damned wall behind you!"

Antonio looked back, "why would you talk to a wall, pero point at—"

"Shut it!' Arthur yelled, "Why in the blazes did you not tell me sooner?"

". . . Are you talking about El Chupi?"

"Antoni," Francis cut in, "not that. He's talking about your lover."

"Oooooooooooh!"

Francis shook his head, as he watched Arthur pull onto Antonio's ears.

Now was not the time to bring up that thing – not with his sisters and the boys here.

There was no need to cause alarm.

What they didn't know wouldn't harm them.

"Lo siento!" Antonio cried, "I did tell you, didn't I?"

"You told the Frog before myself!"

"Actually, I told Gil first—"

"Like that bloody makes it any better!"

"I wasn't sure if you were home yet!"

"Do you not realize how late it is? I go to class in the morning, not the late afternoon!"

"I guess I know for next time?" Antonio laughed.

"Oh, Antoni?" Francis grinned, "Care to share with us the details on how you and your lover both came to be one?"

Antonio gave him a bewildered look, "We didn't have sex."

"Toni!" Gil laughed, "That's not what he meant!"

Francis sat in the seat behind him as he watched his sisters leave back to their rooms.

This conversation was going to be weird anyways.

It was probably better that they did leave.

He then noticed Alfred and his brother sit on a couch – Matthew looked so confused, and Alfred looked so entertained he bounced on the cushion.

"Bro," Gil's voice made Francis turn, "I'm not behind on anything!"

"Oh, but you are," Arthur smirked, "all of us have someone, expect for you."

"So," Gil snorted, "Like the awesome Me needs anyone. I'm too good for that prissy crap, remember? And I actually like to be alone."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Antonio rose an eyebrow, "being alone kind of sucks."

"Not for me it doesn't!"

"Yo, Gil," Alfred joined in, "I'm single, too. And so's Matt."

"See?" Gil frowned, "they're fine being alone."

"Nah, dude," Alfred shook his head, "Being single kinda blows. Especially when your school is like full of eye-candy."

"Alfred," Arthur said, "You are there to learn, not to screw around."

"Just 'cause you're not ordering, doesn't mean you can't look at the menu."

"I can't believe you just said that," Matthew buried his face in his hands.

"But it's true! Freakin' girls out here are smokin' hot! And they're so chill, I can't even. Like the other day I forgot where I put my pencil and like three girls offered me theirs. And then later on I had like two girls grabbin' onto my arms as I walked them to class. Freakin' best day EVER!"

"Al," Matthew gasped, "don't act like a freaking whore!"

"I'm not!"

"Hey, Gil," Antonio laughed, "Maybe you should hang out with Alfred and see if he can help you with your love life."

"That's not funny!" Gil's face reddened, "Besides, Al's younger and I mean come on! You can just tell he's not from here! You know girls and their obsession with foreigners."

"Mon ami, it appears someone might be jealous."

Gil gasped, "Frank, how could you say something so not awesome, and about me of all people!"

"Amigo, you get jealous a lot, though."

"Not true."

"Oh, is it not?" Arthur crossed his arms, "dear, I could have sworn that you were, especially with a certain someone. But I won't say any names, of course."

"Bro, that's low. Even for you."

"Arturo speaks the truth, Amigo."

Gil snorted, "Go suck a dick."

"At least I have one to suck."

"Sich verpissen!" Gil smacked the back of the Spaniard's head.

Antonio laughed, then his eyes met Francis', "Hey Frankie, I'm gonna have a little get together tomorrow, you guys should stop by."

Francis tilted his head, "Is someone's birthday tomorrow?"

"No," Antonio smiled, "just tomorrow is my day off, and since I never really do much besides work I figured why not? Also, Alfred and Matthew are here now so you guys can come over and hang out in the pool—"

"Pool!" Alfred yelled, "I freakin' love pools!"

Antonio laughed, "Sí, y Arturo you can bring Peter too. I'm sure he'd have fun."

"Perhaps," Arthur replied, "Will Lovino be there?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

"Good, that way I can pull his ear as well."

"Don't hurt mi vida! He doesn't deserve it!"

"It's either him or you."

Antonio rose his hand, "I volunteer as tribute!"

The room filled with laughter as Francis watched Arthur shake his head.

"What is a man like me to do with you lot?"

"Let us live, bro," Gil shrugged, "life's too short to be a tight ass."

"Sí," Antonio nodded, "pero, no one wants to be a loose ass either. All wiggly and crap."

"Oh god," Matthew groaned, "thanks for the mental image."

Antonio and Gil's howls grew, and Francis couldn't help but giggle himself. It made him so happy to see them all getting along – it was like the old times. Back to when they all just had fun, and didn't have to worry about anything.

He wished it would never end.

"Anyways," Arthur cleared his throat, "Tomorrow is my day off as well, and as long as I can persuade that little brat to not run off and harass his friends we're in. Francis, aren't you free as well?"

"Oui," Francis replied, "And I don't believe I have any plans for tomorrow."

"Bro!" Gil said, "We've all got the day off! It was like meant to be!"

"It's settled," Antonio put his hands on his hips, "Pool party at ten o'clock! Don't be late!"

Francis smiled again as he looked out the front window, his eyes locked onto a car parked across the street. He knew almost all his neighbors, but not one of them had that car.

Maybe the neighbor's had guests?

No, they were gone for the weekend.

Mostly everyone in the neighborhood drove Volkswagens and there was the occasional Citroën spotted here and there – Francis even drove a damn Lamborghini.

So where did this little black Nissan come from?

He furrowed his brows, as he noticed Antonio walk toward the front door.

The car started.

Francis jumped to his feet as he beat Antonio to the door. He walked onto the porch and saw that car start off. He couldn't see a license plate, and the mirrors were vailed in dark tint. He scratched the back of his head, and something touched his shoulder. He turned and found Antonio, another confused look on his face.

"Amigo? Qué pasa?"

Francis looked back to the road, then to his friend, "I . . ."

He looked once again to the road, but he no longer saw that car. He scratched the side of his neck.

It was just some car.

Maybe they were lost?

But why. . ?

"Antoni?"

"Amigo?"

He turned to his friend and gave a smile, "I'll see you tomorrow."