France - the country of love and lies (3/?)
anonymous
August 12 2009, 19:17:37 UTC
Arthur smiled. A devil’s smile. “What did you say?”
“I just said I really would like to fuck Ludwig in a toilet stall while he gags around my blue boxers. He’s got such a fetish for my sweaty groin.” Francis’ cheeks turned pink immediately. “I-I didn’t mean to say that! Yes I did! Oh God, what is going on?!”
“I have no idea,” Arthur lied, shrugged the shoulders as was it no big deal and turned his back to Francis. Just in time to cover his grinning face. Oh, this was going to be good! So good! So-
…
Wait a second - did he just say he fucked Ludwig in a toilet stall?
“Francis?”
“Mhmm?” Francis answered, still stunned with himself.
“Do you fuck around with anyone beside me?” Arthur threw a look over his shoulder at the Frenchman. Francis made a face of pain.
“How can you think that!” he almost shouted, and Arthur felt relieve fill his soul, until: “I don’t fuck around with just anyone, I fuck around with everyone!”
“What?!”
“Yes!” Francis rolled his eyes. “Alfred at Sundays, Ludwig when at the toilet - God, he really loves the smell of piss -, Ivan on the monthly tour to the woods, Kiku when at the hot springs, you when drunk because you’re such a slut when having had just the smallest glass of alcohol, and Mat-“
“What?!” Arthur yelled again, but this time Francis quieted down, “what?! You come to pick me up when I am drunk, because you know I am an easy fuck then?!”
“Yes! I… I mean no! I mean, of course, your slutty English!” Francis shook the head from side to side. “What am I saying?! I mean, I know what I am saying, I am telling you the truth! Yes! No! Yes, oh dear God, yes I am!” Francis looked as if he was about to cry. Arthur looked like he was about to beat the soul out of his lover. Ex-lover. His enemy,
“You are such a… twat!” Arthur turned around and stomped out of the room, cheeks red, voice furious. Francis stood alone, confusion in his mind, tears in his eyes.
“Sorry?” he whimpered, but soon his tongue added: “No, I am not, you are a bad fuck anyway.” And then he broke down in tears.
Re: France - the country of love and lies (3/?)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 00:42:38 UTC
Oh dear goodness this is so hilarious and so painful at the same time!!! ;A; But hilarity over-rides the mouth-gaping truth.
Can't wait to see what other TRUTHS Francis will say.
“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?! *sporfle into fits of giggles*
Re: France - the country of love and lies (3/?)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 15:25:46 UTC
Oh Lord but this is brilliant. I'm in awe of how yoy manage both their reactions to all the uncomfortable truths and the inability to keep them inside <3
Captches sez "place judges". It sure does, Captcha!
“I just said I really would like to fuck Ludwig in a toilet stall while he gags around my blue boxers. He’s got such a fetish for my sweaty groin.” Francis’ cheeks turned pink immediately. “I-I didn’t mean to say that! Yes I did! Oh God, what is going on?!”
“I have no idea,” Arthur lied, shrugged the shoulders as was it no big deal and turned his back to Francis. Just in time to cover his grinning face. Oh, this was going to be good! So good! So-
…
Wait a second - did he just say he fucked Ludwig in a toilet stall?
“Francis?”
“Mhmm?” Francis answered, still stunned with himself.
“Do you fuck around with anyone beside me?” Arthur threw a look over his shoulder at the Frenchman. Francis made a face of pain.
“How can you think that!” he almost shouted, and Arthur felt relieve fill his soul, until: “I don’t fuck around with just anyone, I fuck around with everyone!”
“What?!”
“Yes!” Francis rolled his eyes. “Alfred at Sundays, Ludwig when at the toilet - God, he really loves the smell of piss -, Ivan on the monthly tour to the woods, Kiku when at the hot springs, you when drunk because you’re such a slut when having had just the smallest glass of alcohol, and Mat-“
“What?!” Arthur yelled again, but this time Francis quieted down, “what?! You come to pick me up when I am drunk, because you know I am an easy fuck then?!”
“Yes! I… I mean no! I mean, of course, your slutty English!” Francis shook the head from side to side. “What am I saying?! I mean, I know what I am saying, I am telling you the truth! Yes! No! Yes, oh dear God, yes I am!” Francis looked as if he was about to cry. Arthur looked like he was about to beat the soul out of his lover. Ex-lover. His enemy,
“You are such a… twat!” Arthur turned around and stomped out of the room, cheeks red, voice furious. Francis stood alone, confusion in his mind, tears in his eyes.
“Sorry?” he whimpered, but soon his tongue added: “No, I am not, you are a bad fuck anyway.” And then he broke down in tears.
God, the truth always hurt, doesn’t it?
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LOL OMG this is made of EPIC WIN. Arthur totally had this coming.
Please continue!
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Can't wait to see what other TRUTHS Francis will say.
“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?!
*sporfle into fits of giggles*
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Captches sez "place judges". It sure does, Captcha!
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