Skybound: a USUK fanfic

Dinner

     Arthur is laying on the bed glaring at Alfred's jacket that he's thrown on a chair across the room. The thing is way too big for him and smells slightly greasy, but at the same time it gives off a comfortable warmth. It was very annoying. As he continue to glare, his eyes grow heavy and his green eyes are hidden as he dozes off.
     A knock on the door startles Arthur from his slight doze and he jumps out of bed; tripping slightly and cursing under his breath. He tip toes over to the door.
     " Who is it?" He hears a chuckle and instantly regrets speaking.
      " It's me of course sourcils! May I come in?" Francis voice is practically begging Arthur to sock him in his pretty French nose. He rolls his eyes and stalks his way back over to the bed.
      " Francis you're joking right? The doors locked from the outside you prick!" The door unlocks and Francis sticks his head in. Arthur is lounged on the bed again; his head tilted back against the headboard. The image creates some sad memories for Francis and he slightly adverts his eyes.
     " Of course mon amour. I was just being polite. Unlike you, and you call yourself a British gentleman," he clicks his tongue and joins Arthur on the bed " How did you et yourself into this mess?" He sets down the extra clothes he's brought for Arthur and leans on his hand, waiting for Arthur to reply. The Brit sighs.
      " Honestly Francis, it's a mess. That bloody yank, Alfred, is going to be the death of me, literally." Arthur grabs the clothes and gets out of bed, stretching his limbs tiredly. Francis watches how Arthur's pale legs move across the room and smiles sadly.
      " You know, this is mostly your fault. You could have come with me and left the pirating days behind." Arthur shoots him a toxic glance.
      " Francis you know exactly why that would have never worked. My name was plastered from the Eastern side of the world all the way west. Not to mention that my father left a bounty on my family's shoulders. Not to mention that we are a terrible pair in the first place. We went down that road already." He pulls on the pants Francis has brought him and let's out a hiss when he figures out they are leather skinny jeans. He doesn't even want to look at the rest of the clothes, but unfolds the shirt only to find a dark vest. The boots look to be knee high as well. He turns to Francis who's looking sheepishly back.
      " What the bloody hell is this? I'm a pirate! Not some bloody fashion model! Francis what are these?" He slips on the vest over Alfred's already too big dress shirt. The vest is tight and outlines his curves. He clasps it in the back and turns to the boots again. He starts to untie the laces.
      " They were the only clothes that would fit you on the ship. You have probably guessed this already, but they were made in Franceia region. So they really were made for a model. Anyways you should be thanking me sourcils. It looks very nice on you." He ducks as one of the boots is thrown at his face.
     " These have bloody heels! I'm not a woman!" Francis laughs and tosses the boot back at Arthur. The man is wobbling with only one shoe on. Even though the heel is not very large it's obvious that Arthur isn't used to it. He grabs the other boot venomously anyways and pulls it on. When it's finally laced he stands unsteadily and looks at Francis with a scowl.
     Francis slides off the bed and over to the newly dressed Arthur, taking one of his hands. Arthur sputters as he's swept around the room like they're dancing.
       " Look you can move just fine." They stop and Arthur catches his breath before pulling his hands away from Francis.
      "You can leave now can't you? I'm sure you have to go and take orders from Alfred now, right? Ready to bring me to hang?" Francis flinches and frowns sadly. He suddenly reaches out and cups Arthur's cheek. Arthur is shocked and doesn't dare to make eye contact with Francis.
      " I'm sorry mom amour. I really am. I promise to get you out of this." Arthur suddenly looks up at him. His green eyes wide and confused.
" Franc-!" Francis reaches down and pulls out the long chain around Arthur's neck. The gold Listen Orb is soundly in Francis's palm. " What are you doing?" Arthur asks breathlessly.
      Francis closes his eyes in concentration, " Alfred he's ready. We're coming down now." Francis grabs Arthur's hand and drags him to the door. Arthur pulls his hand away and grabs the jacket that Alfred had given him. He slips it on and dodges Francis's gaze.
" Francis what are you doing? Are you going to help me?" Arthur finally manages to ask. Francis stays quiet.
     " Answer me you bloody frog." He glares at Francis and the other man in question bites his lip.
      " You'll have to excuse me for being rude but that's a question you'll have to find out by yourself. Now we can't keep Alfred waiting or he'll start to ask questions." Francis pushes Arthur out into the hallway, the Brit spluttering as he's then taken by the hand and dragged down the all to familiar path downstairs.
      " Francis stop! I don't want my men to see me like this!" Francis halts and Arthur bumps into his back.
     " That's too bad mon amour, you should have thought of that before careening yourself into a river," Arthur blushes," and it was either this or a dress so be very thankful." Francis continues to drag him until they're at the bottom of the stairwell and Arthur can see where Alfred is pacing back and forth. Said man hears them coming and looks up with a bright smile.
     When Alfred's eyes meet Arthur it's like time stops. Alfred's too big coat is hanging down to Arthurs thighs which are nicely outlined by the tight black jeans he's wearing. And he can't resist looking him up and down because the mans porcelain skin is beautiful and his eyes are like no other gemstone. In that moment Alfred knew that he had fallen in love with trouble.
      Alfred's broken out of his trance when Francis makes a slight coughing noise. He smiles at them and notices how red and embarrassed Arthur looks. Francis looks at him smugly.
     " Why it looks like somethings made you quite embarrassed Arthur. Your face is bright red. What's wrong?" Francis teases, and Arthur punches him in he shoulder. Arthurs ankle awkwardly slips and he falls forward, right at Alfred. Said man hurries to right the man and in the process ends up on the floor. Their both tangled up together and Arthur ends up straddling the bounty hunter. Francis starts laughing and Arthur jumps up hurriedly.
     " You knew this would happen! It's these bloody heels on these stupid boots!" Arthur goes to sock Francis in the mouth when his arm is pulled back by Alfred who is chuckling at the scene.
     " You didn't tell me you wore heels?" Arthur scowls.
     " I don't. The bloody frog gave them to me, as well as this entire bloody outfit. It's uncomfortable." Arthur mumbles.
     " Well it looks good on you. I give props to Francis." Arthurs mouth drops open at Alfred's remark. " Anyways we better be going so we can eat dinner." He starts to pull Arthur along but doesn't get far before he's just holding his jacket. Arthur had worked his way out of it to get rid of Alfred's hold.
      " What do you mean? Get to dinner? Don't you have to throw me with all my men for dinner? What are you planning Jones?" Arthur crosses his arms, and Francis sidles up next to him, making him jump and scurry away.
     " Oui, Alfred, what are you planning? You can't expect for the famous Captain Kirkland to sit at a table with a bunch of mercenaries. They would murder him. It would be better if he were with his men." Francis speaks fast and low. Arthur is surprised at how serious he seems and apparently so does Alfred because the bounty hunter takes two long strides and stands almost nose to nose with Francis.
      " That's a good point, but I don't want Arthur to be able to have any sort of contact with his crew. I've been a part of many jobs like this and if I know anything from that its that the crew stays put until the captain says so. So the Captain will stay with me until I say so. If you understand that much please inform my crew that I'll be in my quarters for dinner, and Arthur will eat there too." Alfred's face is tense and a hint of something Arthur can't quite place has settled into his eyes. " And Francis I know your up to something, so watch yourself." Francis frowns and nods, rushing away from them and disappearing behind a large door. The metal closing echoes through the deserted area and Alfred lets out a breath before a smile breaks through the tenseness on his face.
     " Now let's eat."