Rabbits and Roses

Chapter Seven

I walked into the room to see the quartet sitting around the kitchen table. I marveled at the fact that each hotel room had it's own full kitchen. I had forgotten about that.

A map was splayed onto the table and they were pointing at various countries. Matthew looked up at me as I shut the door and smiled.

I returned the smile and limped over to see what they were conversing about.

"-and stop here for a few days. Then we'll get on a direct flight to France," Francis explained. Arthur looked confused.

"France? No, we're going to England!"

They began bickering over where to go when I stopped them.

"Um, first we're going to Canada. Then we'll figure out what to do next. I need to check on Mom." I crossed my arms, silently daring them to defy me. No one said a word about it.

Alfred smacked his hand on the table. "I know what I'll do!" He grinned. "I'll go get some beer and we can drink!"

Arthur looked at him angrily. "You damn bloody git, do you not remember what happened the last time I got drunk?"

"Yeah and it was hilarious!" Alfred laughed.

Arthur looked to Francis for support, but Francis was only nodding his head and snickering.

Before another word was said, Alfred was out the door with the keys and going to the nearest liquor store.

I sat on the bed closest to me and Matthew followed suit. Francis slipped quietly into his room through the connector doors and shut it behind him before Arthur could rant any more.

"Wait, where did that God awful wine bastard go?" Arthur looked around.

"In his room," I sighed and turned onto my stomach to lay down.

It wasn't long before Alfred returned with a 16 pack of Budweiser in his hand.

"Honey, I'm home!" He called and dropped the keys onto the kitchen table.

The cardboard box of beer thunked heavily onto the counter and Alfred ripped the flap open. Francis, after hearing Alfred's return, had opened the door and grabbed himself a can. Alfred tossed Matthew and I a can.

Alfred stared at Arthur with wide eyes. "Arthur please."

"No."

"Arthur. If you drink with us I'll never bother you again."

"Alfred, no!"

"Arthur," Alfred sung.

Finally the Brit snatched the can from him and opened it. "Bastard."

He took a drink and glared at Alfred as he laughed and clapped gleefully. Alfred grabbed his own can and snapped it open, taking large swigs of it.

Not that much later.

"I swear to drunk I'm not God!" Arthur slurred, slapping a hand on his bare chest repeatedly.

Matthew and I were still sitting on the edge of the bed in amusement, quietly chatting and keeping one eye on Arthur, who every once in a while would stumble.

Arthur's shirt had long been discarded when Francis and him had an ab contest. To no surprise, Francis won. Arthur wasn't chubby, but he wasn't muscled up either. His lean stomach was completely flat, showing no muscle definition whatsoever.

Alfred, who disappeared to some unknown location for a few minutes, returned and sat behind me on the beige comforter. The comfort-pedic bed dipped down and I began to roll backwards. Alfred wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered seductively in my ear. "Hey beautiful." I looked at him uncomfortably.

"H-hey there. A l-little drunk I'd say, eh?" I muttered, trying to remove his hands from my waist. Matthew raised a brow and glared at Alfred.

Alfred squeezed tighter and I squeaked as he brushed my side. Then one hand left, leaving a warm line on my stomach. Moments later a rose was in my face.

Francis looked astonished. "Hey! That's my thing, stupide!" He frowned. Arthur finally tripped and fell onto Francis, who pushed him away. "I'm not into that kind of stuff, Arthur!"

Arthur chuckled. "Hehe -hic- yes you a -hic- are! Don't even tr -hic- try to tell me other -hic- otherwise!"

Francis rolled his eyes and pulled Arthur to the sink. "Alright, we don't want you having a hangover, do we?" Francis handed Arthur a glass of water, who gulped it down quickly.

After removing his attention from Arthur, Alfred returned it to me. But Matthew was having none of it.

Prying Alfred's arms from my waist, Matthew pulled me over to himself. At this point I was thoroughly confused, but was grateful when warm arms that I was familiar with snaked around my stomach.

All of the sudden Alfred was in my face and kissing me. My eyes widened and I pushed against him. I felt Matthew shift above me and he removed a hand from me to push on Alfred's face. Alfred pulled away and looked disappointed when I wiped my arm across my mouth.

"Dude, really?" I asked between wipes. Matthew looked down at my face and then back up at Alfred to frown.

And then Matthew was kissing me. By now I had really no clue what to do, so I just sat there until Matthew was done and I let out a little, "O-oh, okay then."

France and Arthur stood staring in the doorway of the bathroom. Then Alfred threw his hands into the air.

"I bloody told you they'd be a cute couple! When she said eh I knew, I knew that it'd work. But no~ you didn't believe me did you-" Francis slapped a hand over Arthur's mouth and pushed him onto the bed.

"Go to sleep, Arthur, you're drunk."

"I swear to drunk I'm not God!"

Lol Arthur swears to drunk he's not God. Gotta love him, eh? Any who. If you like this chapter feel free to leave a vote and comment, cause it means a lot to me. I'm always taking constructive criticism, and yeah.

Have a wonderful day or night, whichever.

Hecanada.