Wrong Guess - FrUK

Chapiter 2

Note: this is about how I imagined Francis' café. The drawing is kinda shit 'cause I can't draw places, plus the quality is shit but you get the idea so enjoy the new chappy.

~OwO~
"Are you a muffin? Because I think you look about as tasty as one." Arthur cringed at the writing.

He did get his muffin, which was absolutely delicious, but this... Err, thing was written on his napkin, obviously the work of the handsome Frenchman who must have caught him staring. "Damn it," he mumbled under his breath, hoping Francis wouldn't get the wrong idea.

As he ate his tasty treat, free food is the best food, he continued his brainstorming. The idea of maybe introducing some LGBT characters for once, after all, with soulmates, it was common knowledge that love was love no matter what, as shown with the lights.

He looked over to the counter, seeing the young man, chatting with a few more employees who both kind of seemed familiar, same as this Francis. Once again ignoring this thought, he started to look more closely at the French, trying to be subtle, not exactly wanting to explain why he was staring.

Actually, the more he looked, the more ideas came to him, the story of a young man, going in the country of love and bumping a tall, handsome stanger, blonde hair like gold, a smirk which could give anyone impure thought that may get you in hell if you believed in it, or those eyes, those cerulean eyes, the colour of the ocean after a storm, staring right in your soul, piercing into your thoughts, those eyes you could spend hours dreaming of...

Arthur snickered to himself, reminding himself those thoughts were simply nonsense. It was simply impossible, surely this man would find himself a beautiful girl, and if he ever got closer to him his heart would break once again and he couldn't, not again... Suddenly, he shook his head, what was he thinking? He barely knew the man, bloody hell! Sure he would make a great character, appearance-wise, at least, Arthur already decided on the personality, he would be charming and romantic, but still slow to open up.

Wondering how much time he stayed, the brit looked at the clock seeing he spent way more time than he expected to and saw it didn't rain anymore. Thus, he stood up, took his things, after saving his work, obviously, and then put back on his now dried coat and walked through the door, oblivious to the frenchman staring at him.

He hurried back at his house, already preparing himself for his two brother's, peter and Alfred, talking. Alfred was a young softmore born in the united-states, right after they moved there two years after Arthur was born and a few years later their parents adopter a young boy they named Peter that seemed to come from Britain, but he claimed he didn't. Unfortunately, their parents died when the oldest was only nineteen, making him his brothers' caretaker, which did not actually make him sad as both their mother and father did not pay them much attention anyway.

"I'm home guys." Exclaimed the author, immediately welcomed by the cries of hunger of the youngsters.

"WE'RE HUNGRY OLD MAN!" A squeaky British voice claimed.

"I DON'T WANT YOUR SHITTY FOOD THOUGH, SO GIVE THE HERO MONEY AND I'LL GET SOME MCDONALD FIGHT ME!" Continued a slightly lower-pitched yet equally squeaky and loud voice.

"Okay, okay, we'll go get McDo..." Responded the caretaker, slightly mad no one else actually liked his food, yet still happy to got get some McDonalds, not that he'd ever admit it!

---time skip to a few weeks later fight me---

After quite a bit of arguing with himself, he finally decided to change from his usual Café to Francis' witch was actually way cheaper than the previous one.

It actually became a routine for him, wake up, cheap instant coffee, classes, usually writing, more classes, go to "Café de France", get flirted with, actually write, go home, eat, sleep, repeat. But the highlight of his day was alway mingling with Francis for some reason, and as they got to know each other, he learned he was the owner and quite literally forced his two best friends and his brother to help him with it, also turns out that his two friends, his brother and him were all currently studying in W uni, must be why he thought he knew him before.

Even thought, as friendly as they were sometime, the brit and frenchman always had this rivalry between them, making their encounters at the café a great mix of cheesy pick up lines and equally as creative insults. But, even as he got to know him, Arthur did keep the source of his inspiration hidden from he other. And the more invested he got in his novel, the more he thought about Francis' appearance, and as a way to "not needing to always stare at him like a creep" he begun to sneakily take pictures of the french, from various points of view, FOR REFERENCE, making his small desk look like a crushing teenage girl's. Which he was definitely not!

~OwO~

Another kinda short chapiter but yeah!
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Auf wiedersehen! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）