I got startled by the door of the bar swinging open and I looked over to it to see Matthew with a strange, taller man with light silver hair and pale skin. The blue eyed Canadian spoke with anger in his eyes, "Alfred, I can't believe you left me to rot in jail!" I jump slightly, shocked with how loud he was.
I turned to Alfred and he laughing nervously, "dude, bro, chill okay? It's all good. I was going to get you out eventually."
"Oh yeah, really, "bro"? Were you really going to come get me? Last time I checked I've always had to get out of situations by myself!" He started walking towards Alfred.
"Oh no..." the American mumbled before he started running and Matthew chased him. The other man stood at the doorway watching as this all happened, he seemed off to me.
"Matthew, who's your new friend?" I asked, trying to be polite.
"I'm Gilbert." The red eyed man replied with a slight smirk on his lips.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Gilbert." I nod my head at him then examined him, looking at him up and down, "if you don't mind me asking, where are you from, Gilbert? You sound like you're not from around here."
"I'm one of the most awesome people! I'm Prussian. I lived in Germany for most of my life but I live here now." He sounded cocky, I didn't like it.
"Prussia? Do you mean Russia?" Alfred asked confused, tilting his head to the side. Alfred and Matthew had now finished running around, Matthew was now punching his brothers arm. Obviously it didn't hurt though because Alfred wasn't reacting to it.
"No you idiot! Prussia is way more awesome then Russia. Russia is so lame compared to my country." Gilbert told the American, making Alfred laugh.
"You're cool dude!" Alfred tells him with a smile. I just watched as the conversation continued. I didn't like this Gilbert person, he was cocky and loud, worse then Alfred.
"Come on, birdie. We have to go if we're going to catch my ride." He pulled on Matthews arm.
"Birdie?" I asked confused.
"That's my nickname for him." Gilbert smiled as he rubbed the Canadians head, making Matthew move his head down a bit.
"How'd you get that name, Mattie?" Alfred asked.
"He got us out of jail. We flew the coop." Gilbert answered with a laugh and put his arm around Canada.
"You did what?!" I yelled in shock. I wanted to call the police but I had second thoughts. It was Alfred's brother, I didn't want my lover to be mad at me. Did I just say lover? Oh no. I think I've gotten too attached to this man.
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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...