The Elusive Mr. Kirkland

2

Together the duo walked, hand in hand, toward the lively party. Arthur lingered behind, practically being pulled along by the intrusive American. Inside once more, Alfred welcomed the warmth that escaped him previously when he stepped foot in the rainy outdoors.

Alfred spoke up cheerfully, encouring conversation to pick back up between them. "So uh... I couldn't help but notice your accent."

"And? What about it?"

"Like most British, it's kinda annoying." He chuckled and approached the table of drinks that resided to the side of the ballroom. He released Arthur's hand and went to grab a glass.

"You're in London. What did you expect, French?" He rolled his eyes, grabbing a glass for himself even though it was evident that Alfred intended to give him one.

"No, not quite. But coming here, kinda. I'm here because I was invited by the owner of this manor. Suddenly, too."

Arthur thought for a moment. What kind business did the owner have with this man, if any? Francis didn't keep people around unless they were useful or he was interested in them. Not often did he have a friend simply to be friends. "Francis?"

Alfred looked down at the short brit who sipped his drink. "Yeah, that's him. We hadn't spoken in awhile so I'm glad I'll get to see him again. Sure he's older, but I practically look out for him like a parent. Funny huh?"

"Truly... it is. Francis doesn't need people looking out for him, Mr. Jones. He's well capable of handling things himself."

"I doubt it. But aren't you going to say how sweet it is for me to be looking after him like the heroic mystery man I am?"

"... no. I wasn't. I wouldn't want to fuel your already inflated ego."

"Ummm, ouch. Harsh much? You're supposed to be getting to know me, Mr. Kirkland. Not tearing me down when I'm trying to stay confident while talking to you."

Arthur gave a small, half hearted laugh. "I do appreciate your effort, but getting to know you is exactly what I'm doing." He set down his drink and crossed his arms. "So far, I've deducted that you're a nosy, obnoxious, airheaded American who trips over his ego while tring to be a flirt."

Alfred sputtered, "F-flirt? Ha! I'm just trying to make sure everyone is having a good time!"

Arthur wasn't having it at all. It felt like a switch went off and turned him away. If Francis intended to use the moron for his own unknown intentions, it was best to stay away. "Why, because of your heroism?"

Alfred's mind blanked. It was so hard to read Arthur. One minute things seemed fine, and now whatever the crap this is. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't the one acting childish. Arthur was the one throwing a hissy fit over god knows what.

Arthur went to turn away and leave when an arm was slung around his shoulder, a voice purring close to his ear. "Bonjour, mon ami, I'm glad you could make it."