[USxUK] Theme: Love [Summer Camp Event]
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blood_wingedTitle: Love, In Spite Of..
Genre: General/Romance
Word Count: 1000
Rating/Warnings: U. None.
Summary: Arthur's side. He discusses the shortcomings of his and Alfred's relationship with Francis and comes to a firm conclusion.
One of two parts. Other part here.
Francis flinched as Arthur set his teacup down a little too quickly, a little too hard. Not a flinch that the other man noticed, a barely perceptible flicker in his eyes as they darted up to the English nation’s face and glanced over his features. He had not expected that kind of reaction to the question he had asked.
“He's running me ragged.”
Arthur frowned, rolling his eyes away from his companion and looking at the opposite wall. It was rare, really, that they spent time together without arguing but Francis had always been someone that Arthur could depend upon if he needed somebody to vent his emotions at. The older man made a good sounding board, even if he was good at nothing else, and Arthur was grateful for it although he never said so. He didn’t need to. The Frenchman had always appreciated that he could be trusted with such things.
“He’s so arrogant, Francis, I can barely stand it half the time.” Letting out a slow breath, Arthur closed his eyes and leaned back, tipping his head up and feeling the Parisian sun on his face. He heard the quiet sound of liquid being poured, the noise of his teacup being pulled away and a glass of wine taking its place. “It’s a little early, isn’t it? Are you trying to get me drunk?”
The younger man’s suspicious look was met with as innocent a smile as Francis could possibly manage. “Of course not, chéri, but a little vin never hurt for settling the nerves, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Hmph, I suppose so.” He pulled the glass to him and sipped, picking at a knot on the table. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Francis lean forward, a very faint movement that he knew was a gesture for him to continue. Already, he could feel the alcohol taking its effect, and he tapped his nails slowly, brow furrowed as he mulled over his thoughts.
“You make a good point in your asking,” Arthur said then, straightening. “Alfred is noisy, messy and terribly bad-mannered...”
“Ah, but when you say it like that, he reminds me of a certain someone of not too long ago, Capitaine.”
"You shut up. I don’t need to be told that you're all laughing about me behind my back that I ended up with him, after everything."
“Laughing?” Francis settled back and swallowed a small sip of his wine, swirling the liquid around in the glass. “Not at all, mon petit, but I would say something to the strangeness of the match. I would not have thought him to be your type.”
“That just shows what you know, doesn’t it?” He was snapping, and he knew it, but neither of them expected any kind of apology and in a moment he had calmed down, returning to that slightly darkened frown. “I’m not going to deny that you’re right. He infuriates me with how inappropriate he is. Did you see him at the last meeting? Who would think that it was a good idea to eat something with so much garlic in the middle of a room full of people? I thought Romania was going to faint with how pale he went.”
“He is a free spirit, mon ami, what can I say?”
“You might apologise, to begin with. It’s half your fault.” Arthur said waspishly, then immediately waved it aside even as Francis parted his lips to protest. “Nevermind, I'm getting off the point I was trying to make. I’m just tired of him always being under my feet when he’s around, and nowadays with how involved we all are with each other he even manages to be poking his nose in without actually being present.”
“It is that hero complex of his, non?”
“That’s the short of it.”
“What do you want from him, Angleterre?”
“A little respect would be a nice start, he’s so irritating.”
“Respect goes both ways…”
“You’re not helping.”
“Oui, oui, my apologies.” Francis made a vague gesture for the English nation to continue, but Arthur fell silent for a few minutes, polishing off half the glass of wine before he spoke again.
“He wasn’t always this oblivious, I’m sure of it.”
“You are speaking to the wrong person if you wish to deal with an oblivious person in a relationship,” the French nation said, an amused smile playing about his face.
“Please, Francis, I don’t want to have to think about you and that bloody Spaniard right now.”
“Je m’excuse… Perhaps he is simply trying to avoid things that might make you angry.”
“Hm…” The combination of the wine and the warmth was making Arthur tired, and far mellower as a result. Not to mention that having Francis there as a (mostly) impartial voice of reason was helping immensely. “I suppose I never thought of it that way. Maybe I’m too hard on him.”
"I would not rule that out as a possibility," Francis murmured, his teeth clinking gently against the side of his wine glass. "But while I think that he does need a little direction... perhaps not so much."
“Ah, Francis… what am I doing with him? He’s an immature brat and he makes me completely crazy but I can’t stay away from him even if I start thinking that I want to.” Such thoughts had been numerous but fleeting, usually swept aside by one of the American’s dazzling smiles or a sneaky kiss to one of his cheeks. Alfred had a certain special way of embarrassing him that he was usually unable to remain annoyed with. Usually.
"I do not think that you need me to answer that question," the older blonde said, drinking the last of his wine and setting the empty glass down on the table between them. Arthur smiled, a faint blush racing across his cheeks and a soft look in his eyes as he shook his head and gently tapped his lower lip with one finger.
"I love him."
Genre: General/Romance
Word Count: 1000
Rating/Warnings: U. None.
Summary: Arthur's side. He discusses the shortcomings of his and Alfred's relationship with Francis and comes to a firm conclusion.
One of two parts. Other part here.
*****
Francis flinched as Arthur set his teacup down a little too quickly, a little too hard. Not a flinch that the other man noticed, a barely perceptible flicker in his eyes as they darted up to the English nation’s face and glanced over his features. He had not expected that kind of reaction to the question he had asked.
“He's running me ragged.”
Arthur frowned, rolling his eyes away from his companion and looking at the opposite wall. It was rare, really, that they spent time together without arguing but Francis had always been someone that Arthur could depend upon if he needed somebody to vent his emotions at. The older man made a good sounding board, even if he was good at nothing else, and Arthur was grateful for it although he never said so. He didn’t need to. The Frenchman had always appreciated that he could be trusted with such things.
“He’s so arrogant, Francis, I can barely stand it half the time.” Letting out a slow breath, Arthur closed his eyes and leaned back, tipping his head up and feeling the Parisian sun on his face. He heard the quiet sound of liquid being poured, the noise of his teacup being pulled away and a glass of wine taking its place. “It’s a little early, isn’t it? Are you trying to get me drunk?”
The younger man’s suspicious look was met with as innocent a smile as Francis could possibly manage. “Of course not, chéri, but a little vin never hurt for settling the nerves, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Hmph, I suppose so.” He pulled the glass to him and sipped, picking at a knot on the table. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Francis lean forward, a very faint movement that he knew was a gesture for him to continue. Already, he could feel the alcohol taking its effect, and he tapped his nails slowly, brow furrowed as he mulled over his thoughts.
“You make a good point in your asking,” Arthur said then, straightening. “Alfred is noisy, messy and terribly bad-mannered...”
“Ah, but when you say it like that, he reminds me of a certain someone of not too long ago, Capitaine.”
"You shut up. I don’t need to be told that you're all laughing about me behind my back that I ended up with him, after everything."
“Laughing?” Francis settled back and swallowed a small sip of his wine, swirling the liquid around in the glass. “Not at all, mon petit, but I would say something to the strangeness of the match. I would not have thought him to be your type.”
“That just shows what you know, doesn’t it?” He was snapping, and he knew it, but neither of them expected any kind of apology and in a moment he had calmed down, returning to that slightly darkened frown. “I’m not going to deny that you’re right. He infuriates me with how inappropriate he is. Did you see him at the last meeting? Who would think that it was a good idea to eat something with so much garlic in the middle of a room full of people? I thought Romania was going to faint with how pale he went.”
“He is a free spirit, mon ami, what can I say?”
“You might apologise, to begin with. It’s half your fault.” Arthur said waspishly, then immediately waved it aside even as Francis parted his lips to protest. “Nevermind, I'm getting off the point I was trying to make. I’m just tired of him always being under my feet when he’s around, and nowadays with how involved we all are with each other he even manages to be poking his nose in without actually being present.”
“It is that hero complex of his, non?”
“That’s the short of it.”
“What do you want from him, Angleterre?”
“A little respect would be a nice start, he’s so irritating.”
“Respect goes both ways…”
“You’re not helping.”
“Oui, oui, my apologies.” Francis made a vague gesture for the English nation to continue, but Arthur fell silent for a few minutes, polishing off half the glass of wine before he spoke again.
“He wasn’t always this oblivious, I’m sure of it.”
“You are speaking to the wrong person if you wish to deal with an oblivious person in a relationship,” the French nation said, an amused smile playing about his face.
“Please, Francis, I don’t want to have to think about you and that bloody Spaniard right now.”
“Je m’excuse… Perhaps he is simply trying to avoid things that might make you angry.”
“Hm…” The combination of the wine and the warmth was making Arthur tired, and far mellower as a result. Not to mention that having Francis there as a (mostly) impartial voice of reason was helping immensely. “I suppose I never thought of it that way. Maybe I’m too hard on him.”
"I would not rule that out as a possibility," Francis murmured, his teeth clinking gently against the side of his wine glass. "But while I think that he does need a little direction... perhaps not so much."
“Ah, Francis… what am I doing with him? He’s an immature brat and he makes me completely crazy but I can’t stay away from him even if I start thinking that I want to.” Such thoughts had been numerous but fleeting, usually swept aside by one of the American’s dazzling smiles or a sneaky kiss to one of his cheeks. Alfred had a certain special way of embarrassing him that he was usually unable to remain annoyed with. Usually.
"I do not think that you need me to answer that question," the older blonde said, drinking the last of his wine and setting the empty glass down on the table between them. Arthur smiled, a faint blush racing across his cheeks and a soft look in his eyes as he shook his head and gently tapped his lower lip with one finger.
"I love him."
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Date: 2011-07-31 02:17 pm (UTC)OH ARTHUR, WHY SO CUTE? Your tsundere is showing so bad right now.
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Date: 2011-07-31 03:23 pm (UTC)OH GOD YOU'RE RIGHT I didn't even notice xD
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Date: 2011-07-31 04:28 pm (UTC)*cheers at the end*
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Date: 2011-07-31 04:36 pm (UTC)*cheers with*
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Date: 2011-07-31 05:48 pm (UTC)(Aha.. Here I go again. Dx )
"It was rare, really, that they spent time together without arguing but Francis had always been someone that Arthur could depend upon if he needed somebody to vent his emotions at."
Aw. That's what I think too! (':
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Date: 2011-07-31 11:09 pm (UTC)But yes def. Even if they do argue all the time they've known each other so long I think they must have a mutual understanding.
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Date: 2011-08-01 02:51 pm (UTC)Yes, I have been thinking the same way too. (Francis really makes a great father too, when he took care of Matthew. I just noticed, eh.)
He just has to be pissed or something.
In my opinion, that is ..
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Date: 2011-07-31 11:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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