Francis was standing with his two closest friends, pretending he was listening in on the conversation. Instead, he was watching Arthur, staring at him nonstop, not even caring if the Englishmen came over and yelled at him to stop. He gave a very quiet dreamy sigh, then turned back to Gilbert and Toni.
Toni nodded acting like he was in the convo and looked at Arthur. Oh, he wanted the Englishman so badly!
Gilbert had noticed that both his friends weren't even paying attention to he conversation. Totally unawesome! He looked at what their attention was drawn to and grinned. Oh yes, the Brit was so awesome and cute. He wanted to show him his amazing 5 meters
Arthur couldn't help but get the feeling that someone was watching him. He turned to look, but didn't see one person staring at him, but THREE people. And they were the three most goddamned perverted people in the world. But yet he had feelings for all of them. Even the damn frog.
"Stop staring at me!" He snapped at them.
Francis quickly looked at his two friends suspiciously, seeing them both all lovey-dovey eyed over HIS Iggy. That would soon change. He narrowed his eyes at Toni and Gilbert, then gave a soft smile to Arthur , "So sorry on these idiots behalf, mon ami."
Prussia's grin only grew wider. "Kesesese! Oh Arthur , how can we not stare at your awesome cuteness? Even I, the awesome Gilbert, can't resist it." He then winked at the Brit. But of course he realized that his other two friends were eyeing him. 'Totally unawesome... I got competition.'
And then Gilbert took in what the Frenchman had just said. "Francis! That is so not awesome man! How am I an idiot!?"
Francis laughed loudly, before seeing he was serious, his smirk dissolving. "Oh. You were actually being serious." He mumbled, raising an eyebrow.
Arthur rolled his eyes, "Damn wankers..." He grumbled.
"Mi tomate, ignore these idiotas." Toni piped up.
"'ey! I'm not an idiot, THIS obnoxious brat over here is the idiot!" Francis shouted, pointing at Gilbert far too dramatically.
"You're ALL idiots!" Arthur exclaimed, "And don't call me stupid nicknames!" He exclaimed after Toni called him 'Mi tomate'
"My name is Arthur and you will call me Arthur
Gilbert gasped at his French friend. "An idiot!? Oh hell no! If anyone is the idiot, its both you and Toni! Mein gott, I bet you guys are only jealous of my awesomeness!" Then he turned to Arthur and winked. "Don't confuse me as someone who has a low intelligence just because I hang out with these two dumpkamophs!" (( Sorry I have no idea how to spell that))
"Jealous of you? Hardly!" Francis scoffed, "And if you think we're so stupid, why do you always follow us?!?"
Arthur took this as a cue to start walking away and let the three argue amongst themselves.
The Prussian had finally snapped. He pounced onto the Frenchman and they both started to fight. "Follow you! Ha! Why would I follow a WEAK person like you!? And who was your support when you needed it?!? Remember when Ivan tried to kill you???? I was there to help!"
They had seemed to have forgotten all about why they were fighting.
Francis stopped the fight for a second by looking up to see where his Iggy had disappeared to. When he saw that the Brit was long gone, he smacked Gil on the arm, snapping, "Look what you've done now! You've scared him off! Good going, connard!"
Gilbert scowled at him. "Tsk! My fault!? You're always the one who scares him! I mean you practically molest everyone! Even Toni and I!" He then paused, and looked around to try to find the Spaniard. "Speaking of Toni... Where is he?"
