Wrong Guess - FrUK

Chapiter 4

So that was kind of a long wait so, sorry, but nobody reads this shit so let's go!

~OwO~

" Oliver slowly unfolded the piece of paper he was now used to receive with his plate, preparing himself for the worst. The note read " Are you a '72 mustang? Because I really want to ride you!" Lord, the smaller man thought, what goes on in this mind to write these kinds of things? He then inquired. His train of thought was then brutally interrupted by the man in question..." Arthur mumbled to himself, writing it down at the same time, exited by the events that had yet to take place in his novel, as Kiku would say, he "shipped" his characters so hard, he just couldn't wait to write the story until they finally realized they needed and loved each others... This story was perfect according to him!

A classic romance between two young boys, Oliver and François,first meeting in a family-owned restaurant, where the latter worked, the Frenchman leaving Oliver, a regular, flirty notes. The two slowly realizing they didn't really hate each other that bad, and finally, ending up together. "Perfect!" The author thought, sitting peacefully in his office chair right next to the references for François' character, Françis' pictures.

But, the more he thought about his story, the more he thought there was something odd about it.

"OH." He exclaimed, standing up in the proccess. No! It couldn't be. He knew he had a sense of déjà-vu but... Really? Was his beloved novel actually inspired by Francis and him? Lord! Of course he knew François was based on Francis, and in most of his other books one of the character resembled him, but that was only the times he thought he felt something for the person he used as reference for the love interest. And he sure as hell did not think of Francis like this! Let's just say that this was really a first.

Francis was a bloody frog for fuck's sake!

"No, no, no, no, no! It's must have been solely because of the basic storyline no more!" He reasoned himself, absolutely destroying the possibility of him being a perfect match with the absolutely gorgeous blue-eyed man he saw everyday. He couldn't possibly have a soulmate! And if he did, it sure as hell wouldn't be the froggy pervert he grew accustomed to.

"Oh bollocks!" Arthur whistered-shouted seeing at everyone else was already asleep. "I'll just finish the goddamn novel anyway, it's not as if they were named Arthur and Francis! It's Oliver and François! François and Oliver and that's it!" He continued, pacing back and forth through his room.

~~~ time skip brought to you by: " Are you a magic mushroom 'cause you're making me grow!" Italy you smol perv.~~~

And another day of being rudely awakened by over-exited shouting.

"Stop that." The groggy Englishman shouted, being completely done with his brother's antics. "And before you ask, yes you can go get some McBreakfeast or whatever!" He continued, his voice slowly going back to it's usual volume, not even finishing his sentence before the two youngest ran off.

"I can't deal with them this early..." He said sighting, as he got out of bed and started dressing himself up to go to school.

Unfortunately he couldn't even get past his trousers when a giddy American burst right back in with his hand over his eyes, screaming.

"YO OLDIE! I'M GONNA GO SEE MY SUPER GREAT FRIEND KIKU AT LUNCH BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE HIM PLATONICALLY LIKE A NORMAL BRO HASHTAG NO HOMO SO DON'T COCKBL- STOP ME FROM HANGING OUT WITH MY BFF LOV- FRIENDSHIP FOR THE WIN!

"Alfred please just get out. And, by the way, everybody already knows you are in love with him. And no straight men would ever say "no homo" or peek at another guy changing into his swimwear. And you know exactly which time I'm talking about." The Brit countered, pushing his brother out of the room, despite the other's complains and excuses.