Francis was just laying down, working on his tan, when he glanced up and saw Arthur once again telling off Alfred. He could clearly make out the slouched posture of the American signaling that he was used to this. Next to Alfred, the shorter Brit had his hands on his hips and was looking up at Alfred with a glare.
He just rolled his eyes and sighed. He really did feel bad for Alfred. He tried so hard to impress Arthur. How did he know this? Well because Francis Bonnefoy is the love expert of course. Alfred has been crushing on the Brit for a while, but Arthur was too oblivious and pissy to notice. He tried to help Alfred once or twice but the American always shot him down, thinking he could do everything himself.
He watched the two argue for a while. He was sick of the constant bickering. He just wanted them to kiss already, is that too much to ask? Suddenly, the Brit grabbed Alfred's phone and threw it. It hit a small kid by the poolside straight in the face face before landing in the pool, sinking to the bottom. Alfred screamed in horror and dove straight into the cool water while Arthur watch from the side, smiling to himself.
Francis groaned, getting up from his chair and walking over to Arthur. He stopped in front of him and crossed his arms. The Brit gave him a confused look.
"Well what the bloody hell are you staring at frog? Don't you have somewhere to be?" Arthur asked annoyed.
"Did you not see that child get hit in the face because of your tantrum?" The Frenchman spat back.
"Why you bloody-"
The Brit was cut off by a tan figure popping up beside Francis.
"Hola! It is nice to see you Francis!"
"Antonio! I've been looking for you mon ami!" Francis exclaimed to his friend.
The two shared a bro hug while the small, angry Brit put his hands on his hips.
"As if this day could get any worse," he mumbled to himself.
The Spaniard let Francis hang off of him while they chatted. "I see you have the beginnings of a tan line there Francis."
"Well, I mean, we can't just let you have the only good tan here." He replied, gesturing towards the skin Antonio was showing.
Arthur shook his head. "This is too gay for me."
"Yeah whatever Mr. McEyebrows go fish your boyfriend out of the pool," Francis replied sharply.
Arthur fumed at that and stomped away from them. The two friends laughed.
"He's such a drama queen!" Francis laughed.
"Tell me about it, Amigo. He is always like this."
The two continued to chat for a while about their summer so far when the two Italian brothers walked by.
"So like I was- ROMANO!" The Spaniard yelled from across the pool. "I'LL SEE YOU LATER FRANCIS! ROMANO WAIT!!!" Antonio yelled and sped off towards the fleeing Italian.
Romano, looking over and seeing the tall Spaniard bounding towards him, started screaming and ran away from the people who were accompanying him. "FUCKING SHIT GO AWAY YOU TOMATO BASTARD"
Francis looked at his Spanish friend confused as he was abandoned by the pool side.
"Well, might as well go bother Arthur some more," he sighed, bored.
He saw the blonde sitting by the pool, his feet in the water, reading a book. He snuck up behind him before yawning and pushing him in the pool with his foot. The Brit yelped, falling into the blue water with a splash. He swam to the surface angrily and screamed.
"FRANCIS YOU BLOODY WANKER I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!"
