Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK
anonymous
December 24 2009, 08:59:31 UTC
Francis practically shoved Alfred through the doors of the meeting room minutes before the meeting began. Alfred tried not to fidget as the other nations began to stare, and he sat down at his seat with little ceremony, hoping for once that maybe his gray suit would work like camouflage and blend him in seamlessly with the gray walls behind him.
He looked across the table just in time to see Arthur sitting down at his seat. Green eyes locked with his in that moment, and he could tell the other man was surprised with what he was wearing. Although, he couldn’t tell if the man was necessarily pleased by the change. Actually, Arthur was looking at him as if he had grown a second head over night, which he didn’t think was positive necessarily.
Alfred tried to smile goofily and he even sent him a jaunty little wave, but that just made Arthur’s eyes grow wider.
“What are you wearing, Alfred?” Arthur’s tone wasn’t necessarily derogatory, but the question still set Alfred on edge.
“Um…it’s a new suit, from Francis,” Alfred replied, sending a good-natured smile Francis’s way which the Frenchman returned.
“Doesn’t he look stunning, Arthur?” Francis questioned, putting an arm around Alfred’s shoulders and squeezing one shoulder with his fingers.
Actually, Arthur didn’t look to be in that good of a mood, as he was glaring at Francis for all he was worth. Then his gaze switched to Alfred and his expression was unreadable, but cold. “I don’t think French suits you, Alfred.”
“And what does suit him, hm?” Francis questioned, a bemused smile still tugging at his mouth although his eyes looked peircing. “English?”
“I didn’t say anything of the sort,” Arthur retorted, but his cheeks were flushed and he wasn’t looking at Alfred anymore.
“Certainement,” Francis replied, his tone light, and Alfred looked at him in befuddlement.
He had no idea what had just happened, but none of it seemed to have made Arthur any happier. In fact, now the man was avoiding Alfred’s gaze entirely. Alfred glared at Francis when he was sure no one was looking.
“Do not worry, mon cher,” Francis whispered to him. “It is going well, you will see.”
The meeting began and Alfred didn’t have a chance to ask him how he had made that assessment exactly, but he certainly couldn’t trust that it was true. Arthur’s cheeks were still red, probably with anger, and once again his pen was digging into his note pad as if it had personally wronged him.
Alfred sighed, absently watching Arthur unblinkingly as the meeting progressed, not even noticing the small smile that crossed Francis’s face.
Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK part 4c
anonymous
December 24 2009, 13:21:43 UTC
Oh France, you dastardly bastard you...I do so love it when France is more than a sex-crazed perv and is instead a scheming bastard who is more in love with love than sex.
Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK
anonymous
December 24 2009, 12:48:38 UTC
This, anon, is a good fill.
And I LOVE this Francis-plots-to-make-Arthur-Jealous thing. I can't say I've seen it before. Then again, it's not like I read a ton of USUK fics, so maybe I'm just out of the loop. Either way, good job!
my one critique is that you're a little heavy on the random french for my tastes, but it's a small critique.
Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK
anonymous
December 25 2009, 06:12:15 UTC
FANTASTIC. Francis, you rule ♥
Nothing like dressing up someone else's love interest in nice clothes...nice clothes taken from a longtime rival's CLOSET. From a hotel. While in a conference.
Oh, France. If this doesn't work, nothing will.
Keep it up, author of awesomeness. I am very much keeping my eye on this!
He looked across the table just in time to see Arthur sitting down at his seat. Green eyes locked with his in that moment, and he could tell the other man was surprised with what he was wearing. Although, he couldn’t tell if the man was necessarily pleased by the change. Actually, Arthur was looking at him as if he had grown a second head over night, which he didn’t think was positive necessarily.
Alfred tried to smile goofily and he even sent him a jaunty little wave, but that just made Arthur’s eyes grow wider.
“What are you wearing, Alfred?” Arthur’s tone wasn’t necessarily derogatory, but the question still set Alfred on edge.
“Um…it’s a new suit, from Francis,” Alfred replied, sending a good-natured smile Francis’s way which the Frenchman returned.
“Doesn’t he look stunning, Arthur?” Francis questioned, putting an arm around Alfred’s shoulders and squeezing one shoulder with his fingers.
Actually, Arthur didn’t look to be in that good of a mood, as he was glaring at Francis for all he was worth. Then his gaze switched to Alfred and his expression was unreadable, but cold. “I don’t think French suits you, Alfred.”
“And what does suit him, hm?” Francis questioned, a bemused smile still tugging at his mouth although his eyes looked peircing. “English?”
“I didn’t say anything of the sort,” Arthur retorted, but his cheeks were flushed and he wasn’t looking at Alfred anymore.
“Certainement,” Francis replied, his tone light, and Alfred looked at him in befuddlement.
He had no idea what had just happened, but none of it seemed to have made Arthur any happier. In fact, now the man was avoiding Alfred’s gaze entirely. Alfred glared at Francis when he was sure no one was looking.
“Do not worry, mon cher,” Francis whispered to him. “It is going well, you will see.”
The meeting began and Alfred didn’t have a chance to ask him how he had made that assessment exactly, but he certainly couldn’t trust that it was true. Arthur’s cheeks were still red, probably with anger, and once again his pen was digging into his note pad as if it had personally wronged him.
Alfred sighed, absently watching Arthur unblinkingly as the meeting progressed, not even noticing the small smile that crossed Francis’s face.
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Oh, that wine bastard XD
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And I LOVE this Francis-plots-to-make-Arthur-Jealous thing. I can't say I've seen it before. Then again, it's not like I read a ton of USUK fics, so maybe I'm just out of the loop. Either way, good job!
my one critique is that you're a little heavy on the random french for my tastes, but it's a small critique.
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Nothing like dressing up someone else's love interest in nice clothes...nice clothes taken from a longtime rival's CLOSET. From a hotel. While in a conference.
Oh, France. If this doesn't work, nothing will.
Keep it up, author of awesomeness. I am very much keeping my eye on this!
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