One Punk Man

10.

Sakura made some snacks in the kitchen, Emily and Marguerite had no time to cook and Arthur could not be trusted with food and kitchen devices. The only thing he could do – without burning down the kitchen – was boiling water for tea.

The Japanese opened to the door when she heard a knock; the first guests had arrived.

"Bonjour," Francis greeted her with a smile, "Here is a bottle of wine. I know that Arthur did not buy anything that would suit my taste, so I brought these along."

Sakura smiled, taking the wine out of his hands. "Come in," she said, motioning him to enter the house. She had grown accustomed to the Kirkland's house, but she had never met their parents though. Emily had told her that they were working a lot and Arthur had taken care of her and her sister ever since. The Brit, after hearing the knock, sprinted downstairs to see Sakura and Francis. "Oh, bonsoir Arthur, it seems that I am the first to arrive."

Only seconds after his announcement, the house was filled with people. Felicia and Ludwig were among them and several others who had not yet met Sakura. There was one pair Sakura recognised as Ludwig's older brother Gilbert and his girlfriend Elizabeta. Both approached the Japanese with giant smiles. The three got along very well and Sakura admired the pair, especially their odd show of affection for each other. Whenever Gilbert made an inappropriate joke, Elizabeta would hit him in the ribs. But secretly, she would still form a little grin due to his nature. Sakura smiled and before they could continue their conversation, the classical song Wonderwall blasted through the speakers. "Please excuse us," Elizabeta commented while taking her boyfriend by the hand, pulling him on the dancefloor. Sakura watched the two with a grin on her face. She was happy for them but she wished for someone who would ask her to dance. Her eyes searched for Arthur right afterwards. He was engaged in a loud conversation with Francis, but he caught her gaze directly.

Ten minutes ago, he had been pulled by side by the Frenchman who had annoyed permanently. The topic was once again the Japanese of the other side of the room. "You should ask her out or at least dance with her," he had said and the Brit wondered why Francis was concerned about his love life. They had taken the discussion further until Arthur noticed Sakura's staring. "Go," Francis said, "Or I will take matters in my own hand."

"What?"

"Come on, we all know that you have feelings for her."

"Why are you annoying me? Just go away, frog. I don't feel like dancing," Arthur hissed, he denied it in front of everyone, especially when the Frenchman was in his presence. The Englishman did not want to be rejected or made fun of his feelings. That is why he stayed quiet when Sakura was mentioned in relation with him. He was not sure if she felt the same; some moments they shared indicated a liking on her side but he did not want to admit it yet. He would wait. He had to.

"Fine," Francis huffed before a smirk appeared on his face. He took his phone and wrote a short message to Antonio. The Spaniard answered right away and the Frenchman grinned at Arthur. "Watch me, Brit."

At first Arthur did not comprehend the indication until he saw Antonio walking to Sakura from afar. "You... Frog face," he grumbled, a deadly aura surrounding his form. He had a bad feeling that everyone around him wanted to push his buttons to the point where he had to admit that he loved her. All of them wanted him to scream it out to the world and it angered him a lot. He did not like to show his feelings. Speaking about love was a sensitive topic for him.

Sakura was a little worried as she noticed the Arthur's dark aura. He was furious, and she could not think of any reasons why. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw somebody standing next to her. It was Antonio, the Spaniard in her class. He was extremely gentle and she always wondered if his smile competed with the sun; this boy surely had a strong presence. "Sakura, would you like to dance with me?"

She was a little overwhelmed by the question. The girl wanted to, but she would only accept such a request from the one that had conquered her heart. Currently that man was glaring at the Spaniard, not liking the idea of her and the Salsa dancer sharing a dance.

"I-I would l-love to, but –"

The Englishman had sprinted to the scenery, taking Sakura by the hand, before he glared at the Spaniard. "Oasis and Salsa don't match," Arthur stated matter-of-factly, wanting to explain his (impulsive) actions with such a statement. His point of view made it clear that those two different musical approaches did not function together. Antonio only smiled, "very well." He left, looking for Francis to tell him about his accomplished 'mission'.

Arthur focused his attention towards the flushing Japanese and gulped. Sweat drops were on his forehead and his hands started to shake a little. "S-Sakura? May I have this dance?"

She nodded, a big smile forming on her face. At that moment, Sixpence None The Richer's Kiss me was accompanying dancing people and changed the party's atmosphere. The pair's bodies swayed synchronically as they danced to the beat. Gilbert, Elizaveta, Felicia and Ludwig joined them and Emily and Marguerite clapped their hands. "How long until they will confess their love?" Emily asked her sister.

"Mh, maybe one week?"

"That means on New Year's Eve? Let's organise a party and make a bet Sis," Emily suggested happily. "Twenty euros if he will confess before she does."

"Deal," Marguerite grinned, accepting her sister's bet.

Aside from this new deal, Arthur and Sakura enjoyed the beautiful moment. They forgot everything around them as they danced; caught in each other's gaze until evening ended.
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[A/N: I love Wonderwall and Kiss me. If you never heard it before, you really need to check it out :D. ]