Wrong Guess - FrUK

Chapiter 6

So, that was long as heck, it's filler as heck, I have no idea what I'm about to write, please go and request some truth or dares for an upcoming chapter, here we go!

~OwO~

Not that he'd ever say it but, damn it, Arthur was glad Francis was back. And not only because of characters references! Sure a few months ago he'd have loved to be around tons of couples whom didn't even know they were married. But now, let's just say every time someone flirted or blushed Arthur kinda envied them. After all, writing all that romance kind of did develop his capacities to imagine the best happily ever after. And no matter how many times he told himself he shouldn't bother, when he did, well, let's just say it usually ended up with a forever on-hold book scenario and cringy emo-punk-ish 2000's music he'd like to say he didn't listen to anymore. But hey nobody's perfect and no one is truly over MCR.

Two weeks until Christmas, already, even more couples, and the hype was still growing. You couldn't spend a day without anyone singing Baby It's Cold Outside or All I Want For Christmas Is You. Even more mistletoe and so. Many. Cookies! People flirting and not-so-secret Santa everywhere. And Alfred. Oh, Alfred. Lonely Alfred trying to be smooth and to get in his brother's best friend's pants. Alfred, getting even less action than his little bro (who actually got in his boyfriend's pants mind you), and you know what that meant! Ding ding ding! Arthur was never going to be alone with his friend until they stopped hanging mistletoe.

But hey, now that wasn't the problem! The bloody problem was Mrs. Angery French Teacher having a friendly discussion with the french fry in person right behind him. This may sound ridiculous, but having the feeling of being watched while two person are talking in a completely foreign language. Plus, how the fuck did she turn from being the spawn of satan to a friendly lady?

Moving on... Why the hall hadn't Francis talked to him yet goddamnit! Yes, he was only gone for one day. Yes, he probably had his own reasons. Yes, he was probably just sick. But if you think he wouldn't even go see him in that strangely aesthetic Café, well you are dead wrong.

~time skip brought to you by useless friend over FaceTime. I lack motivation.~

The time had come. Alfred would finally get his chance to "enjoy a totally platonic conversation" with his "Japanese bro".  And it was Arthur who would suffer from it. Three, two, one, deep breaths and... now!

"Hey yo sup keeks!" Exclaimed the awkward American.

"Herro Arfred-san," said a slightly less awkward Kiku, while Arthur simply diverted his attention from the exchange, unconsciously searching for the Frenchman's table where Frenchy's friend and a reluctant Lovino should be.

He guessed right, the frenchman was there staring at the Brit in all his glory, creepy much. Knowing he would otherwise drown in tension once again Arthur made the sacrifice necessary and took his stuff. God his brother could try too hard, he didn't even seem to bother Kiku all that much sometimes. And so, the brit bid them farewell rapidly and scurried to where the others were.

"Back already I see," said the ever so familiar French voice.

"Says you!" Arthur retorted, slightly glaring at Francis who only smirked back.

"What? Did you miss me~?" He said teasingly.

"No! Where where you anyway?" He replied feeling his face burning slightly.

"Oh, I just had a sore throat." The French replied nonchalantly.

"Ja ja! Enough of jou two lovebirds let's ditch this hellhole. No class left anyway. Why the hell are we even still here?" The clearly confused albino said, stopping Arthur from strictly lecturing stubble-man.

And so, after hearing those words of wisdom from Gilbert, Francis, Arthur, Gil and... Some Canadian guy be swore he saw before, Antonio, and Lovino who was still stuck in his grasp, the group soon being followed by Kiku and Alfred, both so red Lovino might have some competition, what Alfred managed to fuck up to make Kiku blush like this, Arthur wasn't sure he wanted to know.

~time skip brought to you by my friend's weird level in some game.~

How the hell did this even happened, one second they were talking about some party the flirty trio were planning, and they were all invited for some reason. Oh well, guess had to have at least one real party in his life. Though that didn't change that he was quite reluctant to go.

Arthur was suddenly shoved quite harshly by none other than his brother, with the others standing behind him as he basically screamed:" You're it!" Let's just say that the Brit didn't even blink before sprinting towards the Frenchman. All dignity in front of them long lost ago.

The game continued for awhile, and strangely, everyone was participating, a few person glancing at them from time to time, but who could object, they were a group of young adults playing some kid's game in the middle of an almost empty park after all.

Busy looking at the one who was currently "it", Arthur was soon pushed on the ground, an unknown weight pining him in place, soon a groan and a few giggles could be heard around him, only after a few seconds did he realize the body on top of him was none other than human baguette in the flesh, lord save him. Soon regaining his senses, he came back to his usual self, ready to lecture his friend (?).

"Goddamnit frog the the bloody hell off of me!"

"Honhonhon~ I must say I did always imagine you as a fiery bottom~" the French retorted, winking at the man beneath him. That is until he was unsurprisingly slapped by a blushing Brit and pushed on his side, the author escaping from his grip. 

Soon after getting Gilbert's address, his home being the designated BTT party house, the still blushing Brit and his not-so-British brother, the latter making sure to tell his lov- err... bro, goodbye, left back home, both slightly scared of walking in on their brother and his weirdly shy Latvian boyfriend doing some freaky stuff. Again.

~OwO~

LEAVE TRUTHS AND DARE THE PARTY IS SOON

Well that's done, and that was long to write.

I don't think there are any translation

Bla bla bla feedback is great. I guess.

Hasta la proxima (assuming I won't die or something) ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ"