Soon everything became a blur and all I heard was faint laughter from the blurry faces in front of me, who I was guessing was Alfred and Matthew. As they spoke it echoed in my head and it hurt my head, "hey, British dude, you really don't drink do you?" A blurry blonde blob asked me in his American echoing voice,
"He did warn us didn't he?" The other person said quietly.
"He's kind of funny though, looking all confused and stuff don't ya think, Mattie?"
"Oh, I mean, sure. I'm sorry but. Personally don't like him. He's fun to mess with Alfie but..."
"It's okay that just means I don't have to fight with you about who gets him." They start laughing.
"Bloody hell you bloody twats stop laughing! You're giving me a damn headache." I tell them as I hold my head and close my eyes, I begin to feel the floor tilt and I stumble onto the floor and they laugh more, "I said quiet damn it!" I hear loud footsteps come towards me and I open my eyes to look and see a blurry Alfred reaching his hand out to me. I just groan, close my eyes and lay there.
The next thing I knew I was laying in my bed, everything before hand was a blur. I look around, confused. I could see a bit more clearly then earlier but everything was a bit foggy. I hear someone walk into the room and see Alfred, walking towards me, smiling as usual, "what are you doing?" I asked drunkenly.
"I'm helping you get to bed silly. Now where's your pyjamas?" He asks me as he goes through my dresser drawers.
"I can get myself dressed..." I sit up and start to try to get out of bed. Alfred looks at me then jumps up and lays me back down, "what are... you doing?" I asked again.
"Shhh... I'm just laying you down for bed." He told me calmly.
"No, I don't want to sleep." I poke his face, aiming for his nose but instead almost hitting him in the eye, I laugh a little bit.
"Well, it's strange to hear you laugh British dude, that's one thing." He smiles and laughs lightly then goes and looks in my drawers again.
"Hey! Those are mine!" I point at him. He laughs and walks over to me with a pare of pyjamas, "why do you have my pyjamas, you little yank!?"
"I'm going to dress you, Artie."
"My n-name my names Arthur, stupid face." I lay my arms out on each side of me and close my eyes. I feel the bed get pushed down as if someone was coming on to it. I open my eyes to look and see Alfred over top of me, on his knees, one leg on each side of me. I open my mouth to speak.
"Shh..." he started to unbutton my shirt.
"What the bloody hell are you-"
"Shh... don't worry." He takes off my shirt.
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Betting on Love(USUK)
FanfictionArthur Kirkland, a 23 year old man, lives in a small town and works at his family bar. Next door to his home he has an old friend, who is three years older then him and has known since they were kids, named Francis Bonnefoy working with him in the c...
