Past-Part Fills Post 1 -- CLOSED
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Matthew didn’t reply-he was far too engrossed in his search. However, after a few seconds, Matthew’s face brightened up and Francis got his answer.
“Ah, found it!” Matthew smiled as he held up a short stool. “I-I thought this would probably be useful…” He set the stool at the corner of the room. “Since Arthur might probably need that…”
Francis stared at Matthew for a moment, grinned and walked over, embracing the shorter blonde, giving Matthew a hearty pat on his back.“I knew it. You did learn something deep down in that heart of yours, my boy!”
Matthew fidgeted a little, a light blush creeping up onto his cheeks, a little pleased. “That was nothing, really…I only figured out a little. I would like to see Arthur and Alfred getting their act together, too.”
“Oui. ” Francis released Matthew from the hug, giving his hair a flip. “The rest is up to those two now, especially for Angleterre… Let’s not dilly-dally and leave. This is not our scene~”
Matthew couldn’t agree more. He was tired of those two and their sexual tension-as if the meetings
weren’t complicated enough without them.
It was about time to turn this slow dance into an extremely fast tango.
(And after all, rules were meant to broken.)
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Alfred let out a big yawn as he trudged into the lounge, without bothering to even close the door behind him. Rubbing his eyes blearily, Alfred loosened his tie and let his body fall onto the couch, closing his eyes as he attempted to get some sleep. Alfred didn’t know exactly why he ran out yesterda-oh, who the hell was he trying to kid? Of course he knew! Arthur-England-Arthur fucking Kirkland attempted-argh, that stuffy old geezer had freakin’ molested him in broad daylight!
Alfred exhaled heavily, willing himself to sleep and not to think about yesterday’s incident, how Arthur’s voice made him feel strangely uncomfortable in his clothes all of a sudden, how those skilful ministrations of his was strangely thrilling---
Oh fuck this; he needed a cup of coffee. It was too goddamn early to deal with this shit.
…
Wait, where was the coffee? And the mugs?
Alfred groaned and immediately started looking high and low, determined to find those two items. He didn’t get much sleep last night, woke up at an ungodly hour this morning (barely managing to finish his breakfast and making his way down here in record time. Alfred sort of figured that if he couldn’t fall asleep on the bed, why not try the couch?) and damn it, he didn’t want to go down because Arthur might be there and Alfred wasn’t sure that he’d like to deal with Arthur first thing in the morning under the circumstances of the American lacking sleep (it didn’t help that Arthur was the cause of it ) and Arthur might just try and pull another crazy stunt on him.
Alfred perked up immediately when he finally located the coffee jar-it was at the very top shelf, at the very end. Odd, why would the staff place the coffee jar all the way up there? Alfred thought, and then shrugged his shoulders. Not a problem for me-I can reach it! Stretching out his arm, he reached for the coffee jar, only to find himself grasping in the air. Alfred cursed under his breath-he misjudged the distance. Tiptoeing, he leaned forward slightly, his hand going deeper into the cabinet. Almost there-
“Don’t move.”
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Anon would continue this later~
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NOOOOOOO!! Anon, you cannot do this to me, this is beyond cruel!! :'[
I need the next part like burningggg.
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Can't wait to see more!
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I cannot wait for you to update again! Why did you leave it there~?!
F5ing forever.
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*F5F5FF5F5F5F5F5F!*
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Please continue anon.
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