=Note= So here's chapter 3! I hope you enjoy this! Sorry, it's a little short! Also, I would like to thank my reviewers. You guys rock!
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British Butler
Chapter 3: My Butler, His Patience
"What?" Francis yelled out. "You are here to take my home away!?"
"I am terribly sorry Mr. Bonnefoy," an old man said, taking off his hat and bowing slightly. "But an order's an order. I have to obey them."
"Can't you give me another week?" Francis asked, panicked "I will have the money by then! Jut give me another week mousier!"
"I'm terribly sorry sir-"
"Will this hold until then?" a smooth voice cut in. Both men looked up to see Arthur walking over, a small bag of golden coins in his hands. He had a polite smile on his face, his voice as smooth as silk as he spoke. "This should be enough, sir? Well, until a few days that is."
The old man blinked, his eyebrows raised as he accepted the bag. "Uh, I think this'll do," he said, hesitant. "Not trying to be rude, but what's a British man doing in France?"
"I am Mr. Bonnefoy's butler," Arthur said, placing his right hand on his chest, the other behind his hack and bowed slightly. "I have been serving here for eight years now."
"Oh," the old man said. He turned to Francis whom was staring at the other blonde male. "Such a charming butler he is, Mr. Bonnefoy. And just for his generosity, I will grant you another week to pay on your home."
Francis sighed in relief, nodding his head. "Oh merci mousier! You have no idea what a great deed you have done!"
"Ah," the elder said, placing his hat back onto his head. "Have a nice day you two."
Bowing slightly, he turned and walked out of the home, the door closing tightly behind him. Francis turned and looked at Arthur who was smiling only slightly.
"Why did you help me?" the Frenchman asked suspiciously. Arthur's smile widened, bowing mockingly at his master.
"Why sir, I am your butler," he said. "Besides, I do not fancy sleeping on the streets. I have had enough of that in my lifetime."
Francis scowled, letting out a sigh and turned on his heel. "Very well," he said. "You may return to your chores."
Arthur held his tongue nodding before going his own way. He'll ask questions later.
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"I don't get it." Alfred said with a scrunched face. They were currently in the garden. The weather was perfect and the flowers were in their early bloom. The sun shone with a light breeze wafting through. The fountain trickled sparkling clear water with birds twitting near by.
Alfred was currently sitting on said fountain a podium and music sheet sitting in front of him. Arthur had his own, trying to patiently (but failing) to teach the young boy his routine. Arthur sighed at the other's words, delicately pressing his fingers on his temples.
"Please, take your time," he said. "You are hitting the wrong notes in some areas. Try to slow down and concentrate on the easy ones instead of the hard ones."
"But I don't wanna d the easy ones!" Alfred whined. "I want the more challenging ones! I want to prove to my dad that I can do it!"
Arthur pressed his lips. He knew that even though Alfred played like an angel, his blasted father still wouldn't accept him. "You can't start from hard to easy," Arthur said with a sigh.
"Who said I couldn't?" Alfred asked. "Mom used to tell me never say never."
True. It has only been a year since Alfred's mother died from the plague and has been taken into the manor. In Francis case, forced. Alfred missed her and had nightmares but he was still a somewhat positive child.
Sighing in defeat, Arthur took the violin from the other. "Watch and learn," h said. "Here's something you should learn."
Placing the bottom part of the violin on his shoulder, Arthur slowly played a sad toe. The notes were perfect and melody was soothing. Alfred watched with wide and amazed eyes, seeing how graceful the other's fingers glided across the strings. Then the tone took onto a fast beat. Arthur's eyes were closed as he concentrated on each note. His foot tapped lightly. He leaned into each slow note and rocked lightly to the faster ones.
The music floated through the garden, catching the attention of both Elizeveta and Roderick who were passing by an open window.
"I say, that is lovely," Roderick said. "Who could be the gifted being playing such music?"
"You'd be surprised," Elizeveta said with a grin, pushing the other along.
Arthur hit the last note before brining the performance to a close. He smiled to himself, lowering the instrument from under his chin. Alfred stared in awe, his curious blue eyes wide with shock and amazement. Arthur grunted, satisfied with the reaction and handed the young boy back his things.
"That is, indeed, how you play a violin," he said, dusting himself off. "Now, why don't we call it off for today? We have had a long tiring day and I really need to get back to my duties."
Alfred nodded, watching as Arthur turned on his heel and scuffle away. Alfred's eyes softened, looking up at the sky. He smiled a little, kicking his legs and jumped off of the fountain.
"Hey Arthur! Wait!" he shouted out, running after the elder blonde. Arthur turned with a raised brow as Alfred caught up with battered breath. "Are you helping me tomorrow too?" he asked brightly. Arthur smiled lightly, patting the child on his head while escorting him back into the manor.
"Why of course young master," he said with a chuckle. "What kind of butler would I be if I didn't?"
Omeka!
"I can't believe it," Roderick said, mouth gaped in awe. "He really is good isn't he?"
Elizeveta giggled, holding her hand out to the other in an expectant manner. "Uh huh. Pay up, Roddy~" she gushed.
Roderick huffed in irritation, digging into his pocket and pulling out some money. "Fine," he said tightly. "But that doesn't mean he plays better than me."
"Want to make another bet?"
=Note= and here it is! I hope this is to ya'll liking. I really sort of like this chapter! I hope you enjoyed it and reviews are loved! Next chapter will be up soon!