Wrong Guess - FrUK

Chapiter 3

~OwO~
"RING RING RING ARTIE WAKE THE HECK UP!" a voice boomed, effectively waking Arthur up. Slowly opening his eyes he was met with his two brothers shouting, as usual.

"Hey by the way eyebrows, why d'ya have like, sixty billions pics of some dude on your desk bro."

"Reference!" He countered rapidly, emitting a septic expression by Alfred. Gosh! What a way to wake up.

Looking at the time, he finally realized that, if he didn't get ready now, he was probably going to be late.

He dressed himself in his usual clothes, took his laptop, ran down the stairs and out the door. Jogging, well, more like walking at a faster pace than usual, he got to school, still in time for his first class, true to his perfect attendence.

~~~{time skip brought to you by England's scones. Surprisingly okay!}~~~

Finally! Dinner time. The brit rapidly escaped the room and pushed through the hallway, on his way to the cafeteria, to meet with his two best friends, well more like only friends as he still wasn't sure wether he could consider Francis as one yet.

At last he made his way to the table where Lovino was complaining about some guy, or potato according to what he said, hanging out with his brother, while Kiku was reading, again, just the usual.

Lovino was from South Italy while Kiku was from Japan but they both came here, in the great U.S. of A. a few years ago, when they were still in high school. The Italian was studying to become a professional photograph, while the other had always wanted to become an ilustrator, he was the one to create covers for Arthur's novels. He also seemed to have caught the eye of a young American him and Arthur knew particularly well. It's Alfred. Everybody knew it, he's too obvious, and there he was, spouting nonsense about how he was the hero or something back at his usual table, when he spotted Kiku and, whoops, there he was, at his brother's table, trying to capture the Japanese's attention away from his manga. And what better way to do it than by talking about it. Arthur face palmed internally, knowing the softmore had in fact no idea of what he was doing.

"Uh... HeY" the American tried, his voice cracking, witch was very noticeable no matter what he said.

"Oh, herro Arfred-san." The small man anwsered, knowing Alfred wouldn't stop until he did.

"Sooo... What t'cha reading dude. Bro. Dudebro..."

"Err it's carred Lost Paradise..." He answered uneasily knowing there was no acceptable way to justify the cover, which truly made the book look inappropriate.

Being the wonderful person he is, Lovino simply took the American's shoulder and dragged him back to his own table, surprisingly not even saying a word. Thus allowing the smaller Japanese man to escape a, quite awkward conversation and resuming his frankly interesting manga, not paying attention to anyone anymore.

And that was what usually happened at dinner, completed with some writing and eating before going back for the next few classes.

But now, Lovino started complaining, again, at some chap who came in, and... Was coming at their table? Well that part was new.

"Lovi!" An exited voice shouted from across the crowded room.

"NO! Don't come any closer to me you jerk tomato bastard! And don't call me that!" He tried, his hopes being crushed with him as he was forces in a quite powerful hug from the tanned man.

The Spaniard finally let go, receiving one of the Italian's punches, without even flinching. 'Must be used to them already' thought the brit.

"And you are...?" Arthur started, waiting for the "indruder's" answer.

"Ah, si! Holà, soy Antonio!" Said the man, flashing a smile at the Brit and Kiku.

"Yeah, and he brought two other bastards with his. Oh joy." Replied Lovino, unamused.

"Si! I wanted you to meet Francis and Gilbert!" 'Oh joy, more people.' Thought Arthur before turning around hurriedly "Francis!? What the hell!"

"Arthur? I didn't know you studied here!" The Frenchman exclaimed before hugging the kind of overwhelmed author he grew close to.

"Vait! Wy do jou guys all know each other already but no one knows ze awesome me! Vat ze heck?" Said the now lonely albino.

"Wait! You guys all work at the café with Francis, don't you?" Exclaimed Arthur.

"Ja ve do... FRENCHY! Is zat jour new boy toy?"

"Boy toy... Vraiment?" Asked the frenchman, eyebrow raised, in return. Antonio too busy hugging 'his Lovi' to give them a reaction. While Arthur's much more bushy brow was raised as well.

---{ time skip to the end of the day}~~~

'At long last, home, sweet home.' Arthur thought, relaxed.

But then he saw Peter and Raivis making out on the couch and this new found relaxation was gone for good. "Goddamnit Peter, if you're going to make out go in your- " he started before being cut by Alfred "Yo! Bro good job man! Just... Clean up after..."

Arthur was almost in despair.

"PETER! I swear to god you're fifteen! If you do anything more than this I will..."

"Will what?" Countered the boy, next to his extremely embarrassed boyfriend.

"Err... Oh bollocks just go in your room and don't do anything bloody hell!" The oldest replied throwing his hands up in the air and climbing up the stairs on the way to his room, hoping to do some work without being bothered by... Noises. Unfortunately, he didn't go very far until an American who most definitely can't deal with crushes stopped him.

"Hey bro? Why the fuck was the BTT at your table today" he questionned.

"The BTT? What the heck is that?" The brit asked back.

"The Bad Touch Trio. Duh, I knew you were reject but damn! Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Gilbert Beilshmidt and Francis Bonnefoy. How do you not know who they are dude?"

"Oh well I know Francis and Lovino knows Antonio, but... What's so special about them anyway?"

"OH MY GOD DUDE! They're like the most popular trio in all the uni wtf man? They're friend since like for ever and they throw the SICKEST parties like oh shit dude you gotta go to one man, and like any girl, or dude, or whatever wants to get fucked by them like how do you not know that- but really, like, why were they at your table bro? Chicks are going to kill you dude."

"Oh... Erm... Well... Okay..."

"Why~" insisted Alfred, fake-whispering.

"Oh well... Antonio came to see Lovino and the two others followed him and turns out they work at this café and- " he started before, once again being cut by his brother laughing.

"Woah woah woah! What the fuck man? I ain't buying that. AT ALL! Omg that is ridiculous... Oh my goodness... You?... Knowing 'em!... Because of a FUCKING CAFÉ?!?" He ranted, wheezing. As Arthur simply walked away to his room, resuming his book he was rapidly getting more and more invested in.

~OwO~

Sorry if the characters are OOC so yeah.
Translations:
Si! = Yes! (Spanish)
Holà, soy Antonio! = Hello, I'm Antonio!
Vraiment? = Really?

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