France - the country of love and lies (2/?)
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August 12 2009, 19:16:33 UTC
“Oh dear!”
“You… just… didn’t…” Arthur gasped. “How… how long will it last, that magic, if he drinks the whole glass?”
“Well…” The fairy wondered out loud: “Probably… three days.”
“That’s too long!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” it squeaked, “can’t you just throw out the wine? Dump it in the toilet or something?”
Arthur blinked. Then he smiled. “Yes, of course, silly me. Of course. I-“
“What are all these noises?” Francis sat up with gloomy eyes. His hair was a mess on his head, locks pointing everywhere. “Who are you talking to, Arty?” he asked, the voice raw. Arthur’s eyes widened, he threw a look at the fairy which disappeared like smoke in the air. Francis followed the Englishman’s gaze to the glass of wine. “Oh…” he mumbled, “just what I need.” He grabbed the glass, drank the wine in one big gulp, before letting go of a happy sigh.
“No…” Arthur whispered, turning his head from side to side. “No… No, no, no...” His gaze rested upon Francis as was the other some kind of monster. But there was fascination mixed with the horror, and Francis being Francis, of course he only noticed the fascination-part.
“Oh? Do I look that good when just haven woken up?” he asked, smiling his typically smile. Arthur’s own lips grew upwards, and before he knew of it he was chuckling with joy. “Hmm?”
“Sorry, I just had a humorous dream,” he chuckled and pecked Francis on the lips, “let’s… speak about in the morning, okay? I need some rest now.” With that he turned his back to the confused Frenchman, fell asleep and did dream funny stuff all night.
Oh, was this going to be fun!
---
Arthur was dressed before Francis woke up. The Frenchman rolled in bed, just to find his lover wide awake, smelling of fresh soap and fitted into a new suit. A green one.
“Good morning,” Arthur cheered, a smile crossing his lips as he turned towards Francis.
“…morning,” Francis mumbled, not sure what else to say. He sat up, stretched his legs far while scratching the back of the neck with a yawn. “You’re up early - am I missing out on something?”
“No, but unlike you, I have a meeting to attend.”
“A meeting? What meeting?” Francis asked, now very interested and very wide awake.
“We’re to discuss one of Alfred’s latest plans. It surely is going to be a lot of fun.” Ironically. But Arthur looked happy anyway. The Frenchman smiled at the thought of Alfred making a huge deal out of himself.
“I will be coming to,” Francis said, “sounds like fun.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I’ve just brought a new pair of underwear I need to show off anyway,” he mumbled as he got out of bed, then suddenly stiffened and turned towards Arthur with huge eyes. “I mean - not that I like to show off my expensive underwear! I mean, of course I do! I mean, no! I mean, yes!” Francis slapped both of his hands to cover his speaking mouth. What the hell?!
“You… just… didn’t…” Arthur gasped. “How… how long will it last, that magic, if he drinks the whole glass?”
“Well…” The fairy wondered out loud: “Probably… three days.”
“That’s too long!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” it squeaked, “can’t you just throw out the wine? Dump it in the toilet or something?”
Arthur blinked. Then he smiled. “Yes, of course, silly me. Of course. I-“
“What are all these noises?” Francis sat up with gloomy eyes. His hair was a mess on his head, locks pointing everywhere. “Who are you talking to, Arty?” he asked, the voice raw. Arthur’s eyes widened, he threw a look at the fairy which disappeared like smoke in the air. Francis followed the Englishman’s gaze to the glass of wine. “Oh…” he mumbled, “just what I need.” He grabbed the glass, drank the wine in one big gulp, before letting go of a happy sigh.
“No…” Arthur whispered, turning his head from side to side. “No… No, no, no...” His gaze rested upon Francis as was the other some kind of monster. But there was fascination mixed with the horror, and Francis being Francis, of course he only noticed the fascination-part.
“Oh? Do I look that good when just haven woken up?” he asked, smiling his typically smile. Arthur’s own lips grew upwards, and before he knew of it he was chuckling with joy. “Hmm?”
“Sorry, I just had a humorous dream,” he chuckled and pecked Francis on the lips, “let’s… speak about in the morning, okay? I need some rest now.” With that he turned his back to the confused Frenchman, fell asleep and did dream funny stuff all night.
Oh, was this going to be fun!
---
Arthur was dressed before Francis woke up. The Frenchman rolled in bed, just to find his lover wide awake, smelling of fresh soap and fitted into a new suit. A green one.
“Good morning,” Arthur cheered, a smile crossing his lips as he turned towards Francis.
“…morning,” Francis mumbled, not sure what else to say. He sat up, stretched his legs far while scratching the back of the neck with a yawn. “You’re up early - am I missing out on something?”
“No, but unlike you, I have a meeting to attend.”
“A meeting? What meeting?” Francis asked, now very interested and very wide awake.
“We’re to discuss one of Alfred’s latest plans. It surely is going to be a lot of fun.” Ironically. But Arthur looked happy anyway. The Frenchman smiled at the thought of Alfred making a huge deal out of himself.
“I will be coming to,” Francis said, “sounds like fun.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I’ve just brought a new pair of underwear I need to show off anyway,” he mumbled as he got out of bed, then suddenly stiffened and turned towards Arthur with huge eyes. “I mean - not that I like to show off my expensive underwear! I mean, of course I do! I mean, no! I mean, yes!” Francis slapped both of his hands to cover his speaking mouth. What the hell?!
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