December 6th
"No, no, no, and no," Arthur crossed his arms, "I am not going to the stupid office party. It's never good, and there's are alway a drunken idiot breaking things."
Francis slithered his arms around Arthur's waist, smiling. "Well, you're always the drunken idiot, so we can't break the routine."
Arthur scoffed, wriggling out of the Frenchman's grasp. "Ha ha, very funny." He turned and grabbed his lovers hands in his, swaying backing in forth. "Really, Francis, I just want to stay home..." Francis just shook his head.
"Just get changed already."
The office party was buzzing. Everyone was happy, the air was electrocuted with the mood, and all the couples were dancing. Except for one...
"I SAID FUCKING NO!" A British scream rang though the room. Slowly, everyone stopped, and the music faded out.
"Arthur, I told you a thousand times before, we have to stay!" Francis huffed, turning his back to the man.
"BUT IT'S SO NOISY AND STUPID AND-" He rambled on with many swears, most of them unintelligible because of his alcohol intake.
Francis rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated groan. "The only reason it's these things is because of you, rosbif."
Arthur screamed more, and the crowd just stood uncomfortably, like they did every year when these two started. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU WANKER."
With the ultimate amount of sass, Francis turned to face his lover and laughed. "Maybe if your dick was as big as your eyebrows, we wouldn't have this problem."
All that was heard in the amused silence was a shocked gasp coming from Arthur himself. He quickly retaliated "WELL MAYBE IF YOURS WAS AS BIG AS YOUR EGO, YOU FUCKING FROG!"
"WELL YOU'RE THE ONE THAT MARRIED THIS FROG."
Everyone in the room looked at each other, wondering if they would ever make up, which the would. They always would; that's just how Francis and Arthur worked.
~La Fin~
Oh my goodness you guys...
I said I was going to write over the weekend but... I just got so busy...
I hope you'll forgive me for not updating sooner...