A Lovely City of Stars [FrUK]

A Lovely Night

"How the bloody hell does this manage to happen? There is absolutely NO way I am waiting thirty minutes with you, frog, for Alfred to come pick me up. I'd rather walk home myself." The impatient Brit huffs as his brows furrow, his eyes slowly beginning to narrow. Francis was equally as frustrated, yet he preferred to keep it to himself. The Frenchman's lips only curve downwards into a small pout, his eyes squinting.

"Aww, Angleterre, this is not so bad, oui? Perhaps we could admire the view from the top of the hill~?" He suggests, though Arthur merely grunts. He just narrows his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, biting his bottom lip roughly. Arthur glances to Francis hesitantly, but he did not say no. He was considering it.

Coming to one of Antonio's parties was certainly a mistake. See, these two are now finding themselves stuck in an old park at night, all because Arthur's carpool hasn't come and Francis's good friend, Gilbert, became drunk and stole the keys to his car, driving off somewhere unknown. Now, all they were waiting for was Alfred to take them home, though the two might end up killing each other before he can even come to stop it.

Arthur narrows his emerald eyes more, his ears turning a shade of red. "Fine, you wanker. But don't try anything... you-like... got it? Don't look at me or touch me." He hisses out, as he suddenly bumps past the other's shoulder, quickly rushing to the hill. The Frenchman's lips curve into a small smirk, though he follows close behind, his own eyes shining out with amusement.

The sun is nearly gone
No lights are turning on
A silver shine that stretches to the sea

They move towards a faded oak bench, the two huffing out. Here, the two were looking out onto the city of Barcelona all alone at night. The city's historical and multicultural buildings were all dimly lighted, some lacking light completely. The only source now was the lampposts edging and lining the streets, though casting their long shadows upon the shrubbery. Few people were out walking, though it was still a nice night. The wind blows softly, sending a chill up Arthur's spine while Francis just enjoys the effect of it rippling through his golden looks.

The two remain completely quiet for a moment, since their eyes were dilated staring upon the breathtaking view. Arthur didn't show much emotion, though his eyes were slightly widening, his lips in a neutral position. Francis's eyes were completely sparkling as his lips were parted only slightly, since he admired beauty and never wanted to miss it. Though, while they were both caught in a state of mesmerization, Francis tilts his head and looks over at the other, a soft chuckle escaping from the bottom of his throat.

He inches closer to the Brit, his expression only showing the need for romance. Francis leans closer slowly, his lips nearly touching the other's ear. He is about to say something, though Arthur places his hand on the other's cheek, roughly shoving him off to the side. Francis stumbles a bit and nearly trips over his own toe. He wobbles back into balance and stands up, placing his hands on his thighs to brush off the apparent dirt.

Francis sticks his bottom lip out into a pout, though he then smiles and continues to gravitate around the Brit. "This is such a lovely view, non? I do not think it was an accident, mon ami. I think the city is calling out to us, the lights singing, the shadows dancing under the stars~! They are insis-,"

"Shut up."

We've stumbled on a view
That's tailor-made for two
What a shame those two are you and me