Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK part 8b
anonymous
January 5 2010, 05:07:35 UTC
Francis gave him a look.
“It’s true,” Alfred retorted, still speaking under his breath. “He doesn’t feel the same.”
“And how do you know?” Francis pressed.
Alfred frowned and clenched his hands on the table top, glancing across at Arthur who was now glaring openly at them. “He’s never happy around me.”
“That is because unrequited love is painful, mon ami,” Francis replied gently, placing an arm around Alfred’s shoulders and shaking him a bit as if that would help convince Alfred of the truth in his words.
Alfred shook his head and sighed, not knowing what to believe, but agreeing all the same with the general principle. “Tell me about it.”
“It’s rude to chat while someone is speaking.”
Alfred stiffened and looked up. That hadn’t been Francis’s voice. Sure enough, Arthur was glaring at them, clearly agitated, and the rest of the nations had turned toward him as well. Ludwig, himself, had stopped talking, looking slightly irritated with the interruption.
Alfred stiffened, But Francis merely smiled. “I’m sure you were the only one bothered, Angleterre. We were being quite discreet.”
“Indeed,” Arthur replied sarcastically. “And what were discussing?”
“Something important,” Francis replied calmly, smiling.
Arthur scowled, sarcasm still apparent in his voice. “More important than what Ludwig had to say, I’m sure.”
“It’s true,” Francis replied easily, having the gall to look amused.
“Then why don’t you share it with the rest of us?” Arthur pressed, his glare switching to Alfred. Alfred could see a flash of hurt in the man’s eyes before it was gone. “Or is it only something important between you two?”
“Order, order!” Ludwig had exclaimed, a frown on his face, but Alfred ignored it and replied.
“We were…” Alfred began, fishing for something to alleviate Arthur and trying to look as calm as Francis did. “Just talking about my government’s plan for climate change.”
“Let’s hear it then,” Arthur ordered, looking thoroughly unconvinced, his expression one of betrayal.
Alfred thought quickly, but his mind was blank. Francis wasn’t helping, only watching him expectantly. Alfred wanted to throttle the man’s neck, but instead he fished around next to his chair for his briefcase, thinking he could just present his boss’s presentation, but he soon realized his briefcase was nowhere to be found. He’d obviously forgotten it in his room in his rush to get down to the meeting.
He cursed and Arthur’s eye brow rose in question, his expression dark.
“I’ve forgotten my briefcase,” Alfred blurted in explanation.
“Typical.” Arthur rolled his eyes, and his glare intensified.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Alfred retorted, this morning’s frustration finally bubbling up and taking over.
“It’s true,” Alfred retorted, still speaking under his breath. “He doesn’t feel the same.”
“And how do you know?” Francis pressed.
Alfred frowned and clenched his hands on the table top, glancing across at Arthur who was now glaring openly at them. “He’s never happy around me.”
“That is because unrequited love is painful, mon ami,” Francis replied gently, placing an arm around Alfred’s shoulders and shaking him a bit as if that would help convince Alfred of the truth in his words.
Alfred shook his head and sighed, not knowing what to believe, but agreeing all the same with the general principle. “Tell me about it.”
“It’s rude to chat while someone is speaking.”
Alfred stiffened and looked up. That hadn’t been Francis’s voice. Sure enough, Arthur was glaring at them, clearly agitated, and the rest of the nations had turned toward him as well. Ludwig, himself, had stopped talking, looking slightly irritated with the interruption.
Alfred stiffened, But Francis merely smiled. “I’m sure you were the only one bothered, Angleterre. We were being quite discreet.”
“Indeed,” Arthur replied sarcastically. “And what were discussing?”
“Something important,” Francis replied calmly, smiling.
Arthur scowled, sarcasm still apparent in his voice. “More important than what Ludwig had to say, I’m sure.”
“It’s true,” Francis replied easily, having the gall to look amused.
“Then why don’t you share it with the rest of us?” Arthur pressed, his glare switching to Alfred. Alfred could see a flash of hurt in the man’s eyes before it was gone. “Or is it only something important between you two?”
“Order, order!” Ludwig had exclaimed, a frown on his face, but Alfred ignored it and replied.
“We were…” Alfred began, fishing for something to alleviate Arthur and trying to look as calm as Francis did. “Just talking about my government’s plan for climate change.”
“Let’s hear it then,” Arthur ordered, looking thoroughly unconvinced, his expression one of betrayal.
Alfred thought quickly, but his mind was blank. Francis wasn’t helping, only watching him expectantly. Alfred wanted to throttle the man’s neck, but instead he fished around next to his chair for his briefcase, thinking he could just present his boss’s presentation, but he soon realized his briefcase was nowhere to be found. He’d obviously forgotten it in his room in his rush to get down to the meeting.
He cursed and Arthur’s eye brow rose in question, his expression dark.
“I’ve forgotten my briefcase,” Alfred blurted in explanation.
“Typical.” Arthur rolled his eyes, and his glare intensified.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Alfred retorted, this morning’s frustration finally bubbling up and taking over.
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