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British Butler

Chapter 4: My Butler, His Traitor's Plan

"Damn it!" Francis yelled out as he knocked his things violently off of his desk. He continued his tantrum, knocking stuff off of his desk and roaring in anger. He panted, grabbing his hair and pulling at it as he gritted his teeth. Pulling his drawers open, he pulled out his stash of wine, popping the cork and gulping it down. With ragged breaths, he looked around his dark office.

Nothing was of importance or worth his interest. He sighed, slumping in his seat with a tired groan. He laid his forehead on his desk, chuckled softly to himself.

"Ah, just a little while longer, non?" he said to no one in particular. "That damn British slave! How dare he make me look pathetic in front of guests! I can hear the talk already! Francis Bonnefoy being shown up by his 'loyal' butler! His British slave!"

A soft knock was heard at his door. He groaned, growling in reply. A small female with short white hair and ruby eyes entered in with a maid outfit on. She bowed slightly, her nervous body shaking only slightly in the quite handsome man's presence. Her eyes widened at the mess, training themselves on the blonde at he chugged down his wine, slamming the bottle on the desk. His blue eyes, darkened, glared at the woman.

"What do you want?" he hissed.

"M-Mister Bonnefoy," she said, her timid voice trembling. "M-My master is here to see you."

"Yes, please bring him in," Francis said with a tired sigh.

Soon after another albino entered in with a cocky grin on his face. He stopped by the trembling female, nodding his head at her as a dismissal. She scurried out, making Francis chuckle.

"What have you done to the poor thing?" he asked. "She's so frightened."

"Eh, I own her," Gilbert said passively sitting across from the other. "I purchased her not too long ago. I easily had my way with her. In some cases, you can say she's a sex slave. Kesese~"

"Ohonhonhon. Maybe I need one of those," Francis said, taking another sip of his wine. "Now, time to get down to business. Do you have any information for me?"

Gilbert grinned, leaning back in his seat with his arms folded behind his head. "That depends. What do you have for me?"

"I just recently fired a maid," Francis said with a small smile. "I'm pretty sure that their blood is up to your standards. You will receive her if you tell me what I need to know."

"Virgin blood," Gilbert mumbled to himself. "Untainted and pure. You must know me well! Alright! I do have something for you!"

The Prussian vampire threw out a piece of paper towards the Frenchman. Francis slowly picked up the paper with a small scowl.

"I would recommend Matthias Kohler," Gilbert said with a grin. "He's been around for centuries and he can make this whole thing look like an accident!"

"And what about Arthur?" Francis asked, romantic blue eyes glancing at the other. "He is one of your kind, non? So I take it killing him off won't be so easy."

"We can handle him," Gilbert waved the question off. "It is hard to merely kill a vampire. Only a special type of weapon can kill him."

"And what will that be?"

Gilbert grinned widely, hi pearly white fangs showing. "Now why would I tell you that?" he asked in amusement. "The awesome me is not stupid! I will not tell you simply because of the fact that you could betray me. We wouldn't want that now would we?"

Francis thought the statement over. He never had in his mind to betray the other. But what if he wanted to protect himself vice versa? Letting out a sigh of defeat, Francis nodded.

"Matthias Kohler you say?" he asked. "How will I find him?"

"That's easy!" Gilbert said with a snort. "Gil-bird will take you. But, I'd go at night if I were you. And you need to let them know you're there personally to see him. He runs a night-club and it's packed with nothing but vampires! I can only wish you luck coming back alive! But no worries, the awesome me will be there to protect you!"

Francis chuckled at this with a smile of satisfaction. "Thank you very much Gilbert," he said with a dark gleam in his eyes.

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"What is this?"

"Pasta!~"

"No no. For lunch we need smoked salmon with potato and bacon soup with crepes for dessert!"

"Vee?"

Sigh

Arthur took the bowel of noodles and dumped them out. "Have Elizeveta help you. I would help myself bit I have a lot to do."

"Thanks goodness!~ The tax man wouldn't have to take the house because you would have burnt it down!" Feliciano chirped.

"What was that?" Arthur growled.

"Ahhh! I mean, you have a lot to get done! Go, I'll handle lunch!" Feliciano screamed in fear.

Arthur grunted, sharply nodding his head. "Oh, and Feliciano, please find your bother afterwards. I have no idea why but I have a feeling he might be slacking off."

The doors to the kitchen closed softly, leaving the Italian to release a breath he had no idea he was holding.

"Alright bambino! He's gone!"

"Really?" A small hushed voice replied. "Is he really gone?"

"Yup! And now you can slack off with practice all you want to!"

Alfred giggled and he climbed from underneath the cupboard. "So, where do you think Romano is?" he asked as he climbed on the counter, sitting next the Italian as he began to redo the meal.

"I have no idea," Feliciano said with a boyish smirk. "He could be anywhere!"

"Maybe it's siesta time for him," Alfred pointed out with a smile.

"Maybe~" Feliciano chirped, waving the boy over. "Why don't you come and help me? I don't want to piss of Arthur any more than I already did. He scares me a lot."

Alfred laughed at the Italian's exaggeration, leaning over and patting the other's head. "It's okay," the blonde said. "Arthur's not that mean! He might look it all of the time but he's really not! He always makes sure everyone here's happy and safe."

Feliciano smiled at the boy's excitement. He knew the boy adored the butler, probably more than his own father. There wasn't a moment when Alfred wasn't by Arthur's side. The child also seems to be the only one to calm the Brit during his many impatient fits. Alfred seems to have a soft spot for the Brit too. It would trouble him if Arthur chastise him or scold him.

Feliciano scowled at this thought. Though it was a good thing that the two had a healthy relationship, this also brings up the question of why this bond isn't shared with his own father. Not once has anyone in the manor seen Alfred and Francis together. If they do come in contact, Francis would usually give the boy a dry greeting and walk pass him like he didn't exist.

"Mr. Feliciano," Alfred said, pulling on the man's sleeve. Feliciano blinked, looking down at the blonde with curious and expecting eyes. Alfred smiled, pointing at the fish. "Can I help make that?"

"Sure!" he chirped. "Maybe I can show you how to cook so you won't end up like Arthur!"

Alfred's face scrunched up. "Ew," he replied

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"What the bloody hell re you doing?" Arthur asked with restrained patience.

Lovino pulled his hat back out of his eyes, staring boredly at Arthur who was rudely blocking the sun. The brunette scowled, huffing and puffing his cheeks out with a pout. "What?" he snapped. "I'm taking a nap bastard! And I finished all of my work already!"

"There's no excuse!" Arthur snapped back. "We have guests here and this is how you represent this place!?"

"It's not like you like it here," Lovino grumbled out. "You hate that stupid French bastard as much as I do."

Arthur blinked at this statement. He swallowed the lump in his throat and straightened up his clothes. "I must assure you that my duty as butler of the Bonnefoy Manor is a privilege. Now-"

"Che, liar," Lovino mumbled. "We all hate that bastard. He makes my ass itch really."

Arthur scowled at this. "I will not have you speak about our master that way," he said in a shaky voice.

"Why? Is it because you want to say it?" Lovino snapped back. "Is it because that bastard has you so brainwashed that even the slightest negative comment will have you instantly jump to his side? Or is it because you're too weak-"

"I'll have you know sir that whatever or however I feel is none of your concern!" Arthur hissed. "And I must say that how you are speaking to me is out of line! It is not your business, damnit!"

Lovino flinched at this. And if is eyes weren't fooling him, Arthur's eyes flickered red for only a second before turning back to there original striking green. Arthur took in a deep breath before letting it go. "Listen," he said. "I need you to listen to me."

Before the Italian could reply, Arthur turned on his heel and left. What was his problem?

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"Everyone bow to me! Sir awesome! Kesesese!"

"Oh, hello Gilbert," Roderick said rather dry.

"Kesesese~" Gilbert snickered as he plopped in the seat in front of the other. "What's this? Trembling in the presence of my awesomeness?"

Roderick rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his tea. "Oh, right," he said. "Indeed I am. What will I do now?"

"You losers will be nothing without me," he said kicking is feet up onto the table, taking a sip of his wine. "I am so awesome, you can't comprehend my awesomeness."

"Get your dirty feet off of the table!" Elizeveta snapped. "I just cleaned it! Not to mention the food's about to be served!"

"Whoa! Calm down lady!" Gilbert said, waving his hands in front of himself. "No need to get violent!"

Francis sighed. Another troublesome lunch.

=NOTE= sorry for the sucky ending. I kind of got my point across in this chapter and decided to through the ending in with Gilbert. Oh! And he serves a huge part in this story. I'm actually thinking about breaking this story off into sections, like a series of some sort.

I have no idea why but I have already written the ending to this story. It's pretty epic! So badass! I can't what to post it to you after many, many, many more chapters I have to post!

Anyways, thanks to all of my reviewers and followers and visitors! You all are awesome and I'm only writing this story for you. I will need ideas in the later series of this story. If you have an OC you want me to slide in to play and important role just hit me up!

Later bros!