Finally (A USUK fanfiction)

Chapter 4

I stood up, preparing for another encounter with Francis. He was the only one I could think about telling at the moment. For some reason, I got this weird fluttery feeling when texting that American. Alfred F. Jones. The first person who I had successfully talked to. I wonder if me feeling this happy is what happens when you make a friend? It seems this did help, just like Antonio said! Not like I would ever admit it to him, though.

I grabbed my coat and bolted out of the front door, smiling from ear to ear. Some people looked at me strangely, probably since I've never really smiled in the years I've lived here. I ran down before power walking the extra five minutes to the bar Francey-pants worked at. When he saw me enter, he tilted his head sideways and gave a slight smile, seeming confused. I sat down and he let out a light chuckle.

"Antelgerre, in all my years I have never seen you this happy. Something good happened, non?", He said, getting me a Dr. Pepper (since I have to break my alcohol addiction).

"I started changing some things up. First, I bought two cats, witch are adorable!", I exclaimed happily, some of the regulars at the bar looking at my smile like they have seen a ghost.

"Oh, two cats! I thought you said you would just look!", the frog said with a slight giggle in his voice.

I started talking again, more excitement building up,"And then Antonio recommended a website called friendsWorldwide.org, that I reluctantly went on.", I continued, moving in my seat from being to hyper while Francis nodded along while making drinks for other customers," And I started texting an American boy named Alfred on it. I made a friend! And in America, of all places!"

Francis starting laughing along, my happiness seeming to be contagious. I took a few more sips of my Dr. Pepper while Francis fixed another drink before coming back to hear more. I seriously still don't know why he sits and listens to me for so long, but I guess it helps in situations like this when I have something to talk about!

"So, tell me more details! Did you see a picture? What did he say?", he said, leaning closer to me than I preferred, although I was too excited to be talking to notice all too much.

"Well, he has sandy blonde hair and a nice, slightly tanned even skin tone. He also has an amazing smile, with perfect teeth. But the best part was his eyes. They were the brightest blue I've ever seen, like they captured the sky!", I rambled off. France gave me an odd look, I'm not sure why though,"And he seems goofy, and slightly obnoxious. Besides that he was pleasant to chat to and I think we will be chatting again. I did give him my phone number."

"So, how do you feel looking at the pictures and talking to him?", he said, putting extra emphasis on feel. I guess I hadn't thought much of it, it did feel nice though.

"I guess, well I guess it makes me feel all fluttery. A-And it's.. nice? It makes me feel sort of happy, even though I've only talked to him once! Do you think I'm getting a fever?", I asked, my eyebrows knitting together in concern and confusion. What confused me further was Francis' reaction, he just chuckled and leaned into my ear.

"You're in love, Anglettere"

"W-What!", I barely managed to stutter out, nearly falling off of the stool. I felt a deep blush across my face and on my ears. My green eyes widened, looking up at the frog. That can't be it, he must be crazy!

After a moment, he just looked at me, smiling and shaking his head like it was an inside joke that only he understands. A few people looked at us weirdly, but wen back to their drinks.

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"Are you sure I'm not just sick?"

After I said that he burst out laughing, one hand clutching his side and the other on the bar to keep him steady. That bloody frog, he had no idea what he's talking about! He's just... Delusional! That's it, he's just saying these things because all that wine finally got into his system. Maybe all his blood has been replaced by wine, at this point I wouldn't be surprised. I started to sit up straighter when I felt my phone buzz in my front pocket.

*lol insert another unoriginal random phone number* Hey, this is the british dude right?

I blushed as Francis looked at me oddly. He saw the blush on my face and smiled, knowing exactly who it was. I turned away from him and began texting him back.

Arthur: first off, it's Arthur. Second off, what happened to going to sleep?

Alfred: Just checkin to see if it was fake or not! Anyways, gnight Artie!

I blushed and put away my phone, setting money down in front of Francis and walked out.

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lol sorry that my writing is horrible sometimes I might not update for a while, so please don't get mad when that happens. I just had my time for typing shortened yet again. I will also be putting this one in higher priority than my other fanfction, since I'm stuck in a rut there. Anyways, until next update! Or in the comments, I guess >w<