The War of the Toasters (France x England/ FrUk)

Chapter Four: Preparations

Once all the trenches had been dug, Arthur set to preparing other things, like his afternoon tea that he hadn't had in days, the digging had preoccupied him. Arthur had thought that petty work like digging for ridiculous wars were childish, much like many other things, but Alfred had to learn that he can't win every single time he picked a fight with someone. This was going to be the time he learned his lesson. Francis and Arthur barely talked about the problem before, but it was obvious that it was Francis and him against those two brothers. Matthew was very dedicated, or so it seemed. He was always dedicated to his brother. Therefore, Arthur felt that they both needed to be taken care of.

Alfred and Matthew had finished digging days before Arthur. Matthew's help had been a big factor of this, it wasn't exactly fair. The battles hadn't even started yet, but it seemed that Alfred was already winning. Arthur sighed at the thought. No, he thought, Alfred thought he was winning. Well, maybe he was. But he wouldn't be for long. No, that was a fact.

~TIME SKIP: Next Day~

The battles had been planned by both sides, although Arthur had mainly done all the planning, seeing that Francis didn't really have much experience on the battlefield. His cooking was superb, but the same could not be said for his fighting abilities. Not that this mattered much, though. Matthew was the same way, but he really did try. Francis felt inspired by Matthew's effort. Arthur had called them 'bloody wankers', but just because he had his panties in a wad didn't mean that Francis, too, had to hate those brothers. Even if they were dorks.

As Alfred continued to carry supplies into the trenches, Matthew waited patiently for the next assignment. Even if Alfred was demanding at times, the Canadian thought, he was still his brother. As often as Alfred had ordered Matthew around, Matthew was proud to say that he had gotten used to it. It was rare that Alfred was serious about his demands, he often wished impossible things. For example, he often spoke his mind to his brother on how he was going to improve his financial status, and how he promised his brother that he would DEFINITELY lose that five pounds he had been trying to get rid of since spring. Matthew only politely listened and promised to help him reach his "totally achievable super cool goals", as he had called them. Arthur had once commented on these goals, remarking quite rudely on how they were extremely impractical. Alfred then reminded him that he was a "super rude super old dude".

Matthew snapped out of his thoughts as Alfred requested his help once more. "Mattie-bro!" Alfred shouted again, Matthew still in a trance when he had been addressed the first time. Matthew questioningly looked over to his brother.

"Yes, brother?" Matthew asked.

"Bro, get over here and help me with these boxes!" Alfred yelled.

"I'll be right there!" Matthew called back. He made his way over to his brother. He then began moving the rather large crates with his brother.

On the other side of the field, Arthur and Francis were arguing on who's haircut looked better. A stupid topic, Arthur thought to himself. Francis would only say something to insult his 'stupid punk hair and attitude' if he had said it aloud. In truth, Francis really did love Arthur. But, he too, at times, was a bloody wanker. There were many ways Francis could have dealt with the situation, but he chose not to denigrate Arthur any further. Francis was afraid he had hurt Arthur's actually quite sensitive feelings. Francis only laughed at Arthur's obvious anger now. This only annoyed Arthur more, but he did love that laugh more than life itself. Instead of yelling something odious, he only sighed and looked away.

In all honesty, Arthur was grateful to Alfred for giving them both time to prepare. This was a rare occurrence, Alfred would usually charge at him, full force, with everything he had. This time, he was getting prepared...This only meant a long-term war between the both sides. And it was still all unclear who would come out the victor.