Finally (A USUK fanfiction)

Chapter 5

  I sped around the corner the second I was out of sight from Francis and immediately went to talk to Antonio. I guess I should say thanks for the helpful advice, no matter how reluctant I am to admit that he was right about something. Romano will most likely find it hilarious, and then we'll probably get in an argument and Antonio will have to attempt to break it up again. It got intense last time, seriously. Romano and I are either yelling at someone together and best buds or getting into arguments that anyone in the neighborhood can hear.

  I rounded a few extra corners since Antonio gave me his address, just  in case of an emergency arising in the flower shoppe. He still said I could come over whenever I wanted if he was home, since he does consider himself every ones friend. I arrived at his house in a matter of minutes, pondering on what words to say to express gratitude while still seeming professional. I guess I don't actually have to act professional, since I stated before his unusual friendliness. I stopped in front of his door, hesitating the thought of embarrassing myself with the wrong words.

  Just as I raised my hand to knock on the door, the door swung open and a familiar Spaniard was smiling down at me. Damn my short stature! He smiled brightly and enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug. I groaned, pushing against him slightly, until he finally set me down.

"Arthur! How are you? Why are you here?", he said, rambling slightly.

"Oh, hello. I am fine. I came here to... thank you.", I said in a businesslike fashion, brushing invisible dust off of my clothing,"For the website. I have been conversing with a person in America named Alfred F. Jones." 

Antonio smiled even widen, ushering me inside to continue on with the story. I resisted at first, then had the same realization that I couldn't actually escape. I emitted a long sigh, relaxing and just letting myself be forced inside. The thought of explaining all this to my boss seemed unsettling, but I can't escape this meeting. No matter how much I don't want to. 

  I stepped in and sat down at the table that Antonio had pointed to. I pulled out my phone and started looking at the texts Alfred had sent, a small smile gracing my lips. Which made it worse when I nearly collapsed out of my chair again too see Antonio grinning up at me like the Cheshire Cat and leaning close. He laughed again and leaned back, seeing how tense I was when I noticed him. After he finally calmed down, we started talking.

"So, where's Romano? Aren't you usually making sure he doesn't leave your sight?", I asked, looking at the oddly cheery Spaniard sitting in front of me. 

"At work", he replied,"And I want to hear about why you are thanking me! This is an odd occurrence! And you were smiling down at your phone!"

"Fine. The American I mentioned earlier, Alfred, he and I started chatting on the website. We said a few facts about ourselves and later exchanged numbers. Are you happy with that explanation?", I asked, slightly frustrated with his overly happy attitude. 

He enveloped me in a bone crushing hug, squeezing the near life out of me,"Oh, you finally made an amigo of your own! I am so happy for you!"

"Let go of me or I will cut you"