Several Times Arthur Kirkland Tried to ask out Ally Jones and Failed Miserably [2a/2]
anonymous
June 5 2010, 22:39:55 UTC
And when I say 'later tonight,' I actually mean 'tomorrow,' because this didn't want to end. - 8 Hours to the Last Dance
Arthur looked at his watch while crouching in the bushes in the bushes outside Lars’s house; Ally should be in the middle of getting ready, at least that’s what Francis said her sister Macy said, and who knew how reliable that chain of information was?
His phone started buzzing, so Arthur picked it up, and immediately regretted the action.
“We are in position, Eyebrows,” Gilbert Beilschmidt, who was at the back of the house snickered on the other side of the phone.
“Don’t call me that!” Arthur snapped back at him.
“Hey, we all need codenames right?”
“No we don’t!”
“Can we hurry this up?” another voice, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, who was with Gilbert, whined, “I have to pick Lovina up in a few hours.”
“Dude!” Gilbert exclaimed, “I didn’t know you were banging a Vargas!”
Arthur lowered the phone and pointed a shaking finger at Francis, who was right next to him, “This is your fault.”
“How so?”
“Why did you invite them?”
“You asked for help, I brought you help.”
“I didn’t mean them!”
“Relax. You want to cause trouble for young Lars, oui? Well who better to do that then the three of us?”
True, Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio had that reputation, but Arthur would have liked to avoid having the three of them brag about their (sometimes non-existent, at least in Gilbert’s case) sex lives in his ear all night.
He put the phone back to his ear to discover that the conversation had moved from the virtues of Italian bed partners to maple syrup.
“It’s about the way they harvest it,” Gilbert was saying, “I’m telling you, nothing in this world is better than Canadian maple syrup.”
“I like it with tomatoes.”
“Antonio, you like everything with tomatoes.”
“Enough!” Arthur barked, “You two know what you’re supposed to do now, right?”
“Yeah yeah, we’re set. Don’t worry about us Eyebrows.”
“I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about our plan. And don’t call me-”
“Yes thank you,” Francis snatched the phone away from him, “call us back when you’re done,” and hung it up.
“Are you sure-”
“They will do their job perfectly and efficiently, trust me.”
Arthur hated it, but he had no choice but to. This was his last chance at taking Ally Jones to prom, or at the very least, getting that last dance.
Several Times Arthur Kirkland Tried to ask out Ally Jones and Failed Miserably [2b/2]
anonymous
June 5 2010, 22:49:21 UTC
7 Hours to the Last Dance
After waiting for what felt like forever, mostly due to Francis’s complaining, Arthur’s phone buzzed again.
“Please tell me something good.”
“Awesome Bird and Tomato Boy are in the Cage.”
“Gilbert, stop trying to speak code and tell me what you’re doing.”
“We’re in the house. He’s upstairs trying and failing to help his sister. We estimate about 5-10 minutes until she gets fed up with him and finishes getting ready at a friend’s house.”
“Well make it quick then.”
“Antonio found the corsage in the fridge, which is a weird place to put flowers if you ask me. It’s red with roses. Antonio is taking it because it matches Lovina’s dress and he forgot to get one.”
Arthur covered the phone with his hand and turned to face his friend, “I thought you said Ally has a blue dress.”
“She does. Pourquoi?”
“He got a red corsage.”
“That’s strange,” Francis stared at his rose while he twirled it, “It could be his sister’s, or he didn’t check the color of her dress?”
“The man always gets the corsage. Always,” he stared at the phone contemplatively, “Ally…likes red with blue though.”
“Guys, we’ve got a problem,” Gilbert whispered through the phone, “Apparently Antonio knows this guy.”
“Yes, it’s Lars, we know that! Why are you whispering?”
“No, like, knows him, as in they have a history…and not a pleasant one.”
“He dated the sister didn’t he?” Francis added.
“Yeah something like that. He was trying to sneak out a window to go pick up Lovina, but apparently the sister caught him when she was going to leave for her friend’s house.”
“Blimey, don’t tell me they’re exacting some properly deserved revenge or something?”
“Well if you already know…”
“Brilliant,” Arthur rubbed his face and tried to think of something to get the idiot out of there.
“I hate to press you mon ami,” the Frenchman at his side said, “but I still need to get ready, pick up Macy, and start Phase Two.”
“Fine, go, I probably won’t need your assistance with this anyway.”
Francis clapped him on the shoulder before exiting the bushes. Once he was out of sight, Arthur made up his mind, got out of the bushes, and knocked on Lars’s door.
The boy himself answered the door, tuxedo on sans the jacket, vest and tie blue to match his date’s (that should really be Arthur’s) outfit.
“Aren’t you that Arthur kid from school?” he asked as he took a drag from his pipe.
“Y-yes…” why was Ally dating a smoker? Not that they were dating per say, it was just prom, and he certainly wasn’t jealous or anything like that. Smokers were no good for Ally is all.
“Well, do you need something?”
Arthur smirks at him. Lars raises an eyebrow, amused. “As a matter of fact, I do need something. My date.”
“What?” Now Lars is just confused, even more so when Arthur punches him in the face, knocking him out.
“Oh Arthur!” Ally, who has just shown up, swoons as she races into his arms. “I wanted to go with you since the beginning! I was waiting for you to ask me and everything, but…”
“Sorry about that love,” he pulls out a pair of sunglasses from his tuxedo pocket (that he has apparently been wearing the whole time, despite hiding in the bushes in jeans and a t-shirt) and puts them on. Ally jumps into his arms and he has no problem catching her, “I’m here for you now. We can go together.”
“Arthur, it’s like a dream come true.” she sighs and leans her head against his shoulder as he puts her into the front seat of his convertible (which was apparently parked there the whole time), jumps in the driver’s side, and they drive off into the sunset…
“If you don’t need anything I’m going to close the door,” Lars said, the annoyance clear in his voice.
“No, I have a reason for being here…” he paused as he tried to think of one.
“And that would be?”
“Safety.”
“Safety? I’m not drinking or anything like that. Shouldn’t the Prez be at the prom by now anyway?”
Yes, he was supposed to, but he opted to leave that to his Vice President, Francis Bonnefoy, to complete his plan. Since Francis was helping him, he left it to their secretary, Chelle, to get everything together. She was not amused, but this was important.
Re: Several Times Arthur Kirkland Tried to ask out Ally Jones and Failed Miserably [2c/2]
anonymous
June 5 2010, 22:56:31 UTC
“A student, Antonio, he’s gone missing. Missing as in, his date, Lovina Vargas, is looking for him.”
“And that has what exactly to do with me? If he’s decided to ditch her that’s his own damn fault. Or hers for trusting a creep like Antonio Carriedo anyway.
“Maybe so…” Gilbert appeared over Lars’s shoulder, waving what appeared to be a large bag of weed and a phonebook. Brilliant. “But I have reason to believe his here, actually. Maybe trying to sell him for drug money perhaps? You two do have a bad history.”
“I don’t sell people for drug money,” he exhaled from his pipe again, “and I’m not into that anyway.”
“Please, the whole school knows what kind of operation you run. The only reason the authorities haven’t busted you is because they have yet to find proof, yet being the key word there.”
“…You little squirt.” Suddenly Lars grabbed Arthur’s shirt and dragged him inside the house, slamming the front door shut in the process.
“Arthur!” Antonio called from the nearby chair in the living room that he was tied to, “You’re here too?”
“You sent Toni here to look for proof didn’t you?” Lars asked as he pushed the Briton into another chair. “On prom night and everything? What a sneaky trick.”
“I…I didn’t…it’s just a coincidence is all,” Gilbert was nowhere to be seen. Arthur assumed he made it out alive.
“Of course, it’s just a coincidence, Prez,” Lars smirked, and Arthur hated him even more for it, “that’s why you told me you were looking for him.”
“Ah, well, what I meant was-”
“Bella, tie him to the chair too,” the girl nodded and did what she was told.
“I don’t know why you’re trying to do this now, but-”
“Oh, isn’t it obvious?” the sister smirked as she tightened the knots, “Arthur wanted to take Ally to prom.”
“Oh, really? Is that all?” Lars lit his pipe again. “What a lame reason. You missed your chance on that one, what did you really plan on doing about it now?”
“I’ll show you what I plan on doing,” Arthur flexes his muscles, instantly breaking the ropes. Bella swoons and faints from his awesome show of power as Antonio cheers him on. Lars falls backwards in shock.
“Wh-what did you…?”
Arthur doesn’t have time for this; he’s got a date to pick up after all, so he swiftly knocks the boy out by chucking him through the window.
He follows him through the window and is about to say something completely badass to his fallen foe, when all of a sudden Ally shows up.
“Lars!” she cries as she runs forward and throws herself on his chest, crying her eyes out. “H-how could you Arthur? This was my one chance at true happiness and you just…” she sniffles and tosses him the most hateful glare he’s ever seen. “How could you do this to Lars, my one true love? I-I hate you Arthur! I never want to see you or your stupid eyebrows ever again!”
“Well?” Lars’s voice snapped him back to reality.
Arthur doesn’t have an answer.
1 Hour to the Last Dance
“Lovina’s gonna kill me…” Antonio sighed. Arthur wanted to kick him, but he was tied to his chair in such a way that it was impossible. Lars and his sister had finished their preparations and left a while ago, leaving Arthur and Antonio stranded where they were.
“It’s your bloody fault. What did you do to them to make them hate you so much?”
“I dated his sister. It, well, it didn’t end well. Did you know she and Lovina used to be best friends?”
“Really? I’d never know the way they’re always bickering at each other at school.”
“Yeah that’s my fault.”
“Oh.” And that’s all that had to be said about that. “I wonder where Gilbert is…”
“Off smoking that weed, probably.”
The English gentleman sighed. “I’d care more, but even if we got out of here, we’d never make it to prom in time. At least Francis is having fun, I assume.”
“I’m sure Lars and Ally are too,” Antonio said in a voice that was far too cheerful for Arthur’s liking, “I mean, a lot of the girls seem to think he’s really cute, and Ally liked him enough to say yes, so I’m sure they’ll get to do-”
“Alright yes thank you shut up!”
A silence overtook the room, which was fine, but with Antonio there, it didn’t last long.
Several Times Arthur Kirkland Tried to ask out Ally Jones and Failed Miserably [2d/2]
anonymous
June 5 2010, 23:02:27 UTC
Arthur rolled his eyes. Wishing never solved anything, he would know.
All of a sudden the door was kicked down by an angry Italian in a red dress.
“Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, you fucking bastard, you better be in here!”
“Lovina~!”
“You…” she stomped into the room where the two boys were tied up, “You…do you have any idea what I’ve been doing all night?”
“Did it involve falling from heaven, because baby-”
“Shut up! I’m not in the mood to deal with your whatever.”
“You look beautiful~!” That managed to shut her up and make her go almost as red as her dress.
“W-well it’s pointless now! Where have you been all night bastard?”
“Right here. I really wanted to be with you, but Lars and his sister tied me to this chair instead. It wasn’t very fun.”
“That bitch…” Lovina muttered a few curses in Italian as she pulled a knife out of a holster on her thigh and freed the two of them. “There. Now hurry up and get in the car and change! We’ve only got about an hour until prom ends.”
“It takes about an hour to get there,” Arthur stated, he should know, he picked the location himself; “you’ll never make it.”
“Oh, we’ll make it. I’m driving, and you know the way right? We’ll get there.”
“Yes, I know the way, but there’s no reason for me to come with you.”
“What are you talking about? Why else would Gilbert give me two tuxes if you weren’t coming?”
“…What?”
“Get in the car,” she pushed them out the door and into her shiny red car, “I’ll explain while you change.”
Antonio’s suit had a silky red vest and tie to match Lovina’s dress; Arthur’s was sky blue, about a shade lighter than Lars’s had been.
Lovina started the car and pulled away at about 60 mph. “I was waiting for you for hours, stupid jerk, and you didn’t show up. I called Gilbert because…just because, but he was too busy turning in Lars or something to tell me where you were.”
“He turned him in?” Arthur was stunned the albino followed through after all.
“Then Operation Save the Last Dance was a success!”
“Yeah, that potato bastard said something like that too. He handed me the tuxes and told me where to find you,” the car was now speeding along at 110 mph, “God, what a waste of prom night.”
“Oh, but you were complaining about prom anyway,” Antonio reached around the front seat to give her a hug, “so it’s better like this? We still have after prom…”
“Antonio! Let go of the women while she’s driving!” Arthur pulled him back just in time for Lovina to take control of the car again and prevent them from hitting a tree.
“Prez, where do I go from here?” she shouted once she was back on the road.
Gilbert hadn’t failed after all. Francis probably initiated Phase Two, getting Ally to prom without her date and making sure no one else made a move on her, by himself. There was still time, he could still do this, and that made him feel, well, giddy.
Arthur slipped on the sunglasses that were conveniently in his jacket pocket and climbed into the passenger’s seat.
“Take a left here.”
10 Minutes to the Last Dance
Arthur, Antonio, and Lovina rushed through the doors where prom was. The original plan was to locate Francis, who should be with Macy, his date, and Ally, her sister, but now that it was so close to the end…
“Don’t worry Arthur,” Antonio said, “I’ll help you search for him until the bitter end!”
“Like hell! I’ve already spent enough of my night on your stupid whatever! We’re dancing now.” And Lovina dragged him off, and there was nothing he could really do about that.
Arthur slipped into the room and took off his sunglasses. A quick scan showed him that Francis and Macy were nowhere to been seen. Stupid frog was probably off having a shag when he was supposed to be keeping an eye on Ally for him…unless he was keeping an eye on Ally for him while he was…that bastard.
He stormed out fully intend on giving that worthless friend of his a piece of his mind when a familiar sob drove his attention elsewhere.
“Ally?” Arthur had found her, near the bathrooms, crying. Where was Francis to prevent this from happening? When he finds the asshole that caused this…
Several Times Arthur Kirkland Tried to ask out Ally Jones and Failed Miserably [2e/2]
anonymous
June 5 2010, 23:07:29 UTC
“A-Artie!” she quickly wiped her tears away, smearing her mascara in the process, but god did she still look beautiful. Her hair was curled to perfection, and along with the sparkles in her hair, face, and dress, made her look like a fairy queen out of one of Arthur’s old story books. Her dress, that was the same exact shade of blue that he was wearing, that matched her eyes, was strapless, and went to her feet, which were covered by silver heels, making her look even more stunning then she normally did.
“I haven’t seen you all night,” Ally commented and pouted slightly, “Where were you?”
“I was a bit tied up…what happened?”
“Nothing! I’m perfectly happy!”
“You were crying…”
“Was not,” she crossed her arms and pouted some more.
“It’s all over your face love,” he pulled out his handkerchief and wiped her face to show her, “Come along, let’s fix you up.” Arthur grabbed her wrist and guided her into the bathroom, which was thankfully empty, and began helping her fix her makeup, although he didn’t do much after the initial wiping it off.
“Can you tell me what happened?” The ‘and who’s arse I should kick’ was left unsaid.
“Ug, this night’s just been horrible,” Ally complained as she reapplied her mascara. “Lars ditched me right off the bat…it’s because I’m too fat.”
“You’re not fat at all. He’s just a wanker.”
She chuckled before going on, “But still, even without him, none of the other guys even came close to me…” she sighed and made eye contact with Arthur through the mirror, “I haven’t danced all night, and Macy has been too busy with Francis and Kiku and Toris have been busy with their dates…this night has been so lame!”
Arthur had to look away. The hurt in her eyes was too much for him to bear, especially when he realized it was all his fault. It was, wasn’t it? She could have had a perfectly wonderful time with Lars, but Arthur had to be selfish and ruin not only Lars's and probably his sister’s night, but Gilbert’s, Lovina’s, Antonio’s, and, most importantly, Ally’s.
“This is all your fault,” she claimed before she started reapplying lipstick.
“Wh-what do you mean by that?” How could she possibly have known what he had been up to?
“You took too long to ask me…and you’ve been away all night.” She closed her eyes and froze for all of a second before opening them and turning to face him. “Well how do I look?”
“Absolutely perfect,” Ally grinned at his response. “The night’s not over yet,” he extended his hand, “care for one last dance?”
Her grin doubled in size. “I’d be delighted.
0 Minutes to the Last Dance
Arthur was an invincible English gentleman; of course he knew how to dance. He was very confident in his dancing skills, it was just that this was Ally and he’d wanted to dance with her for so long and he finally was and-
“Arthur,” he looks up into her blue, too blue eyes as she maneuvers his hands to her waist, “relax.”
And she smiled and him. And he smiled back. And he did, relax that is.
From there on out it was just a simply matter of not letting go of Ally and trying not to hit the other couples, but there was no real danger in that.
Ally hummed and put her head on his shoulder. She had taken off her shoes for dancing, so they were about the same height. “You know, I wanted to go with you since the beginning,” she whispered in his ear, “I was waiting for you to ask me and everything, but…”
But. But he took too long. But he was a coward. But he ruined Ally’s night to get to this point. But they were here now. “S-sorry about that love; I’m here for you now.”
She giggled, “That’s the second time you’ve called me love tonight, Arthur.”
He blushed, “That’s the second time you’ve called me Arthur.”
“Sorry Artie,” Arthur gave her a sideways glare without any really feeling. She just grinned at him, “but…I like it, when you call me that. It makes me feel…special, I guess.”
“You are special,” he averted his gaze when she tried to make eye contact, “I-if that’s the case then I’ll have to call you that more often.”
Several Times Arthur Kirkland Tried to ask out Ally Jones and Failed Miserably [2f/2]
anonymous
June 5 2010, 23:10:32 UTC
God, why did blushing have to exist? If Arthur was feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable, he certainly didn’t want to announce it to the world through his face thank you very much. Of course, that was the exact moment when the spotlight, that had been picking random couples to showcase, fell on them.
“Oh bollocks,” he muttered. Ally just laughed.
“It’s fun, right?”
“Everyone’s watching us…”
“Good,” that’s right, Ally loved the limelight; couldn’t get enough of it. He could put up with it for her, “now everyone will stop making googly eyes at you.”
Really, blushing was completely counterproductive to that whole survival thing. Why was it still around? “N-no one makes googly eyes at me.”
“You just don’t notice ‘cause you’re a nice guy,” she tightened her grip around his neck, “but yeah, they do. Your secretary keeps throwing herself at you.”
Maybe he just didn’t notice because he’s too enamored with the beauty in his arms right now. Ally pulled back and gave him a look that he couldn’t quite place, had never seen on her face before. It was something like hope, but there was too much happiness for it to be just that. Arthur wondered why that was…
Crap, he said that out loud, didn’t he?
“Yeah, you did,” she beamed at him. He’s going to have to have a talk with his brain about the thoughts that stay inside his head and the ones that are allowed out, as soon as he figured out how to stop the blushing thing.
Arthur’s saving grace is that he doesn’t think anyone else heard him, so he settles for burying his face in her shoulder. It was better than bolting out of the room when he was finally where he wanted to be, and maybe Ally wouldn’t mind him being such a poetic sap.
“I think it’s…sweet,” she seemed to be doing most of the leading now, but Arthur couldn’t bring himself to care, “when you get all, y’know… ’Shakespeare’ ‘n stuff…and say what you really think.”
He leaned back to look at her face only to find that she avoided looking at his face and was blushing almost as much as he was.
Something about that gave him the courage to say everything he’d bottled up since freshman year. Go for it, the suspiciously French voice in his head egged him on, and he figured, why not?
“I think you’re beautiful,” Arthur still couldn’t look at her face, but he saw her surprised look out of the corner of his eye, “and you’re most certainly not fat.” Okay, maybe not everything, but that was enough for now. Besides if he said anymore he’d blush so hard there wouldn’t be enough blood left in his body to function properly.
“Sometimes you’re just too…” Honest? Amazing? Dashing? The kind of guy girls throw themselves at and…“adorable!” Adorable? He hadn’t been expecting that. That was depressing, but girls liked adorable things right? “But…you don’t really mean that do you?”
Only everyday of his life, but he settles for, “O-of course I mean it…I wouldn’t have said it otherwise.”
The spotlight turns off and the song stops. As all of their classmates clap for the DJ, Ally leaned in and whispered, “Thank you,” before lightly placing a kiss on his cheek.
As she pulls away, blushing in that way that’s too cute for words, Arthur reaches up and pulls their lips together for a real kiss this time. Everyone cheers as if they had been waiting for this moment for forever too (and most of them have been).
When he pulls away Ally swoons and almost faints, but Arthur is there to catch her.
“Oh Arthur,” she dramatically puts her hand on her forehead, “That was the greatest kiss ever! My poor heart is all pitter patter, I don’t know if I can stand it!”
“Relax love,” he places several more kisses on her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and finally her luscious, full, red lips, “let’s go someplace a bit more private?”
“Oh yes please! Take me away you sexy eyebrow man!”
He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a remote with a single red button on it. The crowd cheers as he presses it, causing the ceiling to roll away and allow the helicopter to fly in and drop a ladder for him, which he scales perfectly, still holding a faint Ally in his arms, off to spend the rest of the night, and possible the rest of his life, with the most beautiful girl in the world.
Several Times Arthur Kirkland Tried to ask out Ally Jones and Failed Miserably [2g/2]
anonymous
June 5 2010, 23:12:28 UTC
When she really pulled away, Ally was all toothy grins, that were still too cute for words, and as much as Arthur would have liked to follow through with the plan in his head, he had no idea where to get a helicopter, so he settled for leaning forward and giving her an innocent peck on the lips.
And felt embarrassed. So he tried to get away. But Ally would have none of that, and pulled him back in for another, less innocent kiss.
Arthur was in heaven, at least until the catcalls started. When they finally did pull apart and he saw Ally’s lovely smile and bright eyes, all on him, he knew he didn’t care. They were just jealous anyway.
You know who Arthur reminds me of. JD from Scrubs, with all that daydreaming. Except Arthur does it frequently than normal XD
Seriously anon, THANK YOU for taking the time to fill and finish this! I love it! Especially for getting the hidden bonus! Spamano love~ XD God you're wonderful~
How it went right for everyoneexceptforHollandmybadin the end left a warm feeling in my heart!
Normally I don't ask for sequels but I don't know what's wrong with me, I just don't want this to end! So um, could you possibly write fem!America's side of the story? Or Holland's point of view? Its up to you if you're up for it :D
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8 Hours to the Last Dance
Arthur looked at his watch while crouching in the bushes in the bushes outside Lars’s house; Ally should be in the middle of getting ready, at least that’s what Francis said her sister Macy said, and who knew how reliable that chain of information was?
His phone started buzzing, so Arthur picked it up, and immediately regretted the action.
“We are in position, Eyebrows,” Gilbert Beilschmidt, who was at the back of the house snickered on the other side of the phone.
“Don’t call me that!” Arthur snapped back at him.
“Hey, we all need codenames right?”
“No we don’t!”
“Can we hurry this up?” another voice, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, who was with Gilbert, whined, “I have to pick Lovina up in a few hours.”
“Dude!” Gilbert exclaimed, “I didn’t know you were banging a Vargas!”
Arthur lowered the phone and pointed a shaking finger at Francis, who was right next to him, “This is your fault.”
“How so?”
“Why did you invite them?”
“You asked for help, I brought you help.”
“I didn’t mean them!”
“Relax. You want to cause trouble for young Lars, oui? Well who better to do that then the three of us?”
True, Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio had that reputation, but Arthur would have liked to avoid having the three of them brag about their (sometimes non-existent, at least in Gilbert’s case) sex lives in his ear all night.
He put the phone back to his ear to discover that the conversation had moved from the virtues of Italian bed partners to maple syrup.
“It’s about the way they harvest it,” Gilbert was saying, “I’m telling you, nothing in this world is better than Canadian maple syrup.”
“I like it with tomatoes.”
“Antonio, you like everything with tomatoes.”
“Enough!” Arthur barked, “You two know what you’re supposed to do now, right?”
“Yeah yeah, we’re set. Don’t worry about us Eyebrows.”
“I’m not worried about you. I’m worried about our plan. And don’t call me-”
“Yes thank you,” Francis snatched the phone away from him, “call us back when you’re done,” and hung it up.
“Are you sure-”
“They will do their job perfectly and efficiently, trust me.”
Arthur hated it, but he had no choice but to. This was his last chance at taking Ally Jones to prom, or at the very least, getting that last dance.
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After waiting for what felt like forever, mostly due to Francis’s complaining, Arthur’s phone buzzed again.
“Please tell me something good.”
“Awesome Bird and Tomato Boy are in the Cage.”
“Gilbert, stop trying to speak code and tell me what you’re doing.”
“We’re in the house. He’s upstairs trying and failing to help his sister. We estimate about 5-10 minutes until she gets fed up with him and finishes getting ready at a friend’s house.”
“Well make it quick then.”
“Antonio found the corsage in the fridge, which is a weird place to put flowers if you ask me. It’s red with roses. Antonio is taking it because it matches Lovina’s dress and he forgot to get one.”
Arthur covered the phone with his hand and turned to face his friend, “I thought you said Ally has a blue dress.”
“She does. Pourquoi?”
“He got a red corsage.”
“That’s strange,” Francis stared at his rose while he twirled it, “It could be his sister’s, or he didn’t check the color of her dress?”
“The man always gets the corsage. Always,” he stared at the phone contemplatively, “Ally…likes red with blue though.”
“Guys, we’ve got a problem,” Gilbert whispered through the phone, “Apparently Antonio knows this guy.”
“Yes, it’s Lars, we know that! Why are you whispering?”
“No, like, knows him, as in they have a history…and not a pleasant one.”
“He dated the sister didn’t he?” Francis added.
“Yeah something like that. He was trying to sneak out a window to go pick up Lovina, but apparently the sister caught him when she was going to leave for her friend’s house.”
“Blimey, don’t tell me they’re exacting some properly deserved revenge or something?”
“Well if you already know…”
“Brilliant,” Arthur rubbed his face and tried to think of something to get the idiot out of there.
“I hate to press you mon ami,” the Frenchman at his side said, “but I still need to get ready, pick up Macy, and start Phase Two.”
“Fine, go, I probably won’t need your assistance with this anyway.”
Francis clapped him on the shoulder before exiting the bushes. Once he was out of sight, Arthur made up his mind, got out of the bushes, and knocked on Lars’s door.
The boy himself answered the door, tuxedo on sans the jacket, vest and tie blue to match his date’s (that should really be Arthur’s) outfit.
“Aren’t you that Arthur kid from school?” he asked as he took a drag from his pipe.
“Y-yes…” why was Ally dating a smoker? Not that they were dating per say, it was just prom, and he certainly wasn’t jealous or anything like that. Smokers were no good for Ally is all.
“Well, do you need something?”
Arthur smirks at him. Lars raises an eyebrow, amused. “As a matter of fact, I do need something. My date.”
“What?” Now Lars is just confused, even more so when Arthur punches him in the face, knocking him out.
“Oh Arthur!” Ally, who has just shown up, swoons as she races into his arms. “I wanted to go with you since the beginning! I was waiting for you to ask me and everything, but…”
“Sorry about that love,” he pulls out a pair of sunglasses from his tuxedo pocket (that he has apparently been wearing the whole time, despite hiding in the bushes in jeans and a t-shirt) and puts them on. Ally jumps into his arms and he has no problem catching her, “I’m here for you now. We can go together.”
“Arthur, it’s like a dream come true.” she sighs and leans her head against his shoulder as he puts her into the front seat of his convertible (which was apparently parked there the whole time), jumps in the driver’s side, and they drive off into the sunset…
“If you don’t need anything I’m going to close the door,” Lars said, the annoyance clear in his voice.
“No, I have a reason for being here…” he paused as he tried to think of one.
“And that would be?”
“Safety.”
“Safety? I’m not drinking or anything like that. Shouldn’t the Prez be at the prom by now anyway?”
Yes, he was supposed to, but he opted to leave that to his Vice President, Francis Bonnefoy, to complete his plan. Since Francis was helping him, he left it to their secretary, Chelle, to get everything together. She was not amused, but this was important.
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“And that has what exactly to do with me? If he’s decided to ditch her that’s his own damn fault. Or hers for trusting a creep like Antonio Carriedo anyway.
“Maybe so…” Gilbert appeared over Lars’s shoulder, waving what appeared to be a large bag of weed and a phonebook. Brilliant. “But I have reason to believe his here, actually. Maybe trying to sell him for drug money perhaps? You two do have a bad history.”
“I don’t sell people for drug money,” he exhaled from his pipe again, “and I’m not into that anyway.”
“Please, the whole school knows what kind of operation you run. The only reason the authorities haven’t busted you is because they have yet to find proof, yet being the key word there.”
“…You little squirt.” Suddenly Lars grabbed Arthur’s shirt and dragged him inside the house, slamming the front door shut in the process.
“Arthur!” Antonio called from the nearby chair in the living room that he was tied to, “You’re here too?”
“You sent Toni here to look for proof didn’t you?” Lars asked as he pushed the Briton into another chair. “On prom night and everything? What a sneaky trick.”
“I…I didn’t…it’s just a coincidence is all,” Gilbert was nowhere to be seen. Arthur assumed he made it out alive.
“Of course, it’s just a coincidence, Prez,” Lars smirked, and Arthur hated him even more for it, “that’s why you told me you were looking for him.”
“Ah, well, what I meant was-”
“Bella, tie him to the chair too,” the girl nodded and did what she was told.
“I don’t know why you’re trying to do this now, but-”
“Oh, isn’t it obvious?” the sister smirked as she tightened the knots, “Arthur wanted to take Ally to prom.”
“Oh, really? Is that all?” Lars lit his pipe again. “What a lame reason. You missed your chance on that one, what did you really plan on doing about it now?”
“I’ll show you what I plan on doing,” Arthur flexes his muscles, instantly breaking the ropes. Bella swoons and faints from his awesome show of power as Antonio cheers him on. Lars falls backwards in shock.
“Wh-what did you…?”
Arthur doesn’t have time for this; he’s got a date to pick up after all, so he swiftly knocks the boy out by chucking him through the window.
He follows him through the window and is about to say something completely badass to his fallen foe, when all of a sudden Ally shows up.
“Lars!” she cries as she runs forward and throws herself on his chest, crying her eyes out. “H-how could you Arthur? This was my one chance at true happiness and you just…” she sniffles and tosses him the most hateful glare he’s ever seen. “How could you do this to Lars, my one true love? I-I hate you Arthur! I never want to see you or your stupid eyebrows ever again!”
“Well?” Lars’s voice snapped him back to reality.
Arthur doesn’t have an answer.
1 Hour to the Last Dance
“Lovina’s gonna kill me…” Antonio sighed. Arthur wanted to kick him, but he was tied to his chair in such a way that it was impossible. Lars and his sister had finished their preparations and left a while ago, leaving Arthur and Antonio stranded where they were.
“It’s your bloody fault. What did you do to them to make them hate you so much?”
“I dated his sister. It, well, it didn’t end well. Did you know she and Lovina used to be best friends?”
“Really? I’d never know the way they’re always bickering at each other at school.”
“Yeah that’s my fault.”
“Oh.” And that’s all that had to be said about that. “I wonder where Gilbert is…”
“Off smoking that weed, probably.”
The English gentleman sighed. “I’d care more, but even if we got out of here, we’d never make it to prom in time. At least Francis is having fun, I assume.”
“I’m sure Lars and Ally are too,” Antonio said in a voice that was far too cheerful for Arthur’s liking, “I mean, a lot of the girls seem to think he’s really cute, and Ally liked him enough to say yes, so I’m sure they’ll get to do-”
“Alright yes thank you shut up!”
A silence overtook the room, which was fine, but with Antonio there, it didn’t last long.
“I wish Lovina was here…”
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All of a sudden the door was kicked down by an angry Italian in a red dress.
“Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, you fucking bastard, you better be in here!”
“Lovina~!”
“You…” she stomped into the room where the two boys were tied up, “You…do you have any idea what I’ve been doing all night?”
“Did it involve falling from heaven, because baby-”
“Shut up! I’m not in the mood to deal with your whatever.”
“You look beautiful~!” That managed to shut her up and make her go almost as red as her dress.
“W-well it’s pointless now! Where have you been all night bastard?”
“Right here. I really wanted to be with you, but Lars and his sister tied me to this chair instead. It wasn’t very fun.”
“That bitch…” Lovina muttered a few curses in Italian as she pulled a knife out of a holster on her thigh and freed the two of them. “There. Now hurry up and get in the car and change! We’ve only got about an hour until prom ends.”
“It takes about an hour to get there,” Arthur stated, he should know, he picked the location himself; “you’ll never make it.”
“Oh, we’ll make it. I’m driving, and you know the way right? We’ll get there.”
“Yes, I know the way, but there’s no reason for me to come with you.”
“What are you talking about? Why else would Gilbert give me two tuxes if you weren’t coming?”
“…What?”
“Get in the car,” she pushed them out the door and into her shiny red car, “I’ll explain while you change.”
Antonio’s suit had a silky red vest and tie to match Lovina’s dress; Arthur’s was sky blue, about a shade lighter than Lars’s had been.
Lovina started the car and pulled away at about 60 mph. “I was waiting for you for hours, stupid jerk, and you didn’t show up. I called Gilbert because…just because, but he was too busy turning in Lars or something to tell me where you were.”
“He turned him in?” Arthur was stunned the albino followed through after all.
“Then Operation Save the Last Dance was a success!”
“Yeah, that potato bastard said something like that too. He handed me the tuxes and told me where to find you,” the car was now speeding along at 110 mph, “God, what a waste of prom night.”
“Oh, but you were complaining about prom anyway,” Antonio reached around the front seat to give her a hug, “so it’s better like this? We still have after prom…”
“Antonio! Let go of the women while she’s driving!” Arthur pulled him back just in time for Lovina to take control of the car again and prevent them from hitting a tree.
“Prez, where do I go from here?” she shouted once she was back on the road.
Gilbert hadn’t failed after all. Francis probably initiated Phase Two, getting Ally to prom without her date and making sure no one else made a move on her, by himself. There was still time, he could still do this, and that made him feel, well, giddy.
Arthur slipped on the sunglasses that were conveniently in his jacket pocket and climbed into the passenger’s seat.
“Take a left here.”
10 Minutes to the Last Dance
Arthur, Antonio, and Lovina rushed through the doors where prom was. The original plan was to locate Francis, who should be with Macy, his date, and Ally, her sister, but now that it was so close to the end…
“Don’t worry Arthur,” Antonio said, “I’ll help you search for him until the bitter end!”
“Like hell! I’ve already spent enough of my night on your stupid whatever! We’re dancing now.” And Lovina dragged him off, and there was nothing he could really do about that.
Arthur slipped into the room and took off his sunglasses. A quick scan showed him that Francis and Macy were nowhere to been seen. Stupid frog was probably off having a shag when he was supposed to be keeping an eye on Ally for him…unless he was keeping an eye on Ally for him while he was…that bastard.
He stormed out fully intend on giving that worthless friend of his a piece of his mind when a familiar sob drove his attention elsewhere.
“Ally?” Arthur had found her, near the bathrooms, crying. Where was Francis to prevent this from happening? When he finds the asshole that caused this…
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“I haven’t seen you all night,” Ally commented and pouted slightly, “Where were you?”
“I was a bit tied up…what happened?”
“Nothing! I’m perfectly happy!”
“You were crying…”
“Was not,” she crossed her arms and pouted some more.
“It’s all over your face love,” he pulled out his handkerchief and wiped her face to show her, “Come along, let’s fix you up.” Arthur grabbed her wrist and guided her into the bathroom, which was thankfully empty, and began helping her fix her makeup, although he didn’t do much after the initial wiping it off.
“Can you tell me what happened?” The ‘and who’s arse I should kick’ was left unsaid.
“Ug, this night’s just been horrible,” Ally complained as she reapplied her mascara. “Lars ditched me right off the bat…it’s because I’m too fat.”
“You’re not fat at all. He’s just a wanker.”
She chuckled before going on, “But still, even without him, none of the other guys even came close to me…” she sighed and made eye contact with Arthur through the mirror, “I haven’t danced all night, and Macy has been too busy with Francis and Kiku and Toris have been busy with their dates…this night has been so lame!”
Arthur had to look away. The hurt in her eyes was too much for him to bear, especially when he realized it was all his fault. It was, wasn’t it? She could have had a perfectly wonderful time with Lars, but Arthur had to be selfish and ruin not only Lars's and probably his sister’s night, but Gilbert’s, Lovina’s, Antonio’s, and, most importantly, Ally’s.
“This is all your fault,” she claimed before she started reapplying lipstick.
“Wh-what do you mean by that?” How could she possibly have known what he had been up to?
“You took too long to ask me…and you’ve been away all night.” She closed her eyes and froze for all of a second before opening them and turning to face him. “Well how do I look?”
“Absolutely perfect,” Ally grinned at his response. “The night’s not over yet,” he extended his hand, “care for one last dance?”
Her grin doubled in size. “I’d be delighted.
0 Minutes to the Last Dance
Arthur was an invincible English gentleman; of course he knew how to dance. He was very confident in his dancing skills, it was just that this was Ally and he’d wanted to dance with her for so long and he finally was and-
“Arthur,” he looks up into her blue, too blue eyes as she maneuvers his hands to her waist, “relax.”
And she smiled and him. And he smiled back. And he did, relax that is.
From there on out it was just a simply matter of not letting go of Ally and trying not to hit the other couples, but there was no real danger in that.
Ally hummed and put her head on his shoulder. She had taken off her shoes for dancing, so they were about the same height. “You know, I wanted to go with you since the beginning,” she whispered in his ear, “I was waiting for you to ask me and everything, but…”
But. But he took too long. But he was a coward. But he ruined Ally’s night to get to this point. But they were here now. “S-sorry about that love; I’m here for you now.”
She giggled, “That’s the second time you’ve called me love tonight, Arthur.”
He blushed, “That’s the second time you’ve called me Arthur.”
“Sorry Artie,” Arthur gave her a sideways glare without any really feeling. She just grinned at him, “but…I like it, when you call me that. It makes me feel…special, I guess.”
“You are special,” he averted his gaze when she tried to make eye contact, “I-if that’s the case then I’ll have to call you that more often.”
“Hm,” she agreed, “Thank you, for this.”
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“Oh bollocks,” he muttered. Ally just laughed.
“It’s fun, right?”
“Everyone’s watching us…”
“Good,” that’s right, Ally loved the limelight; couldn’t get enough of it. He could put up with it for her, “now everyone will stop making googly eyes at you.”
Really, blushing was completely counterproductive to that whole survival thing. Why was it still around? “N-no one makes googly eyes at me.”
“You just don’t notice ‘cause you’re a nice guy,” she tightened her grip around his neck, “but yeah, they do. Your secretary keeps throwing herself at you.”
Maybe he just didn’t notice because he’s too enamored with the beauty in his arms right now. Ally pulled back and gave him a look that he couldn’t quite place, had never seen on her face before. It was something like hope, but there was too much happiness for it to be just that. Arthur wondered why that was…
Crap, he said that out loud, didn’t he?
“Yeah, you did,” she beamed at him. He’s going to have to have a talk with his brain about the thoughts that stay inside his head and the ones that are allowed out, as soon as he figured out how to stop the blushing thing.
Arthur’s saving grace is that he doesn’t think anyone else heard him, so he settles for burying his face in her shoulder. It was better than bolting out of the room when he was finally where he wanted to be, and maybe Ally wouldn’t mind him being such a poetic sap.
“I think it’s…sweet,” she seemed to be doing most of the leading now, but Arthur couldn’t bring himself to care, “when you get all, y’know… ’Shakespeare’ ‘n stuff…and say what you really think.”
He leaned back to look at her face only to find that she avoided looking at his face and was blushing almost as much as he was.
Something about that gave him the courage to say everything he’d bottled up since freshman year. Go for it, the suspiciously French voice in his head egged him on, and he figured, why not?
“I think you’re beautiful,” Arthur still couldn’t look at her face, but he saw her surprised look out of the corner of his eye, “and you’re most certainly not fat.” Okay, maybe not everything, but that was enough for now. Besides if he said anymore he’d blush so hard there wouldn’t be enough blood left in his body to function properly.
“Sometimes you’re just too…” Honest? Amazing? Dashing? The kind of guy girls throw themselves at and…“adorable!” Adorable? He hadn’t been expecting that. That was depressing, but girls liked adorable things right? “But…you don’t really mean that do you?”
Only everyday of his life, but he settles for, “O-of course I mean it…I wouldn’t have said it otherwise.”
The spotlight turns off and the song stops. As all of their classmates clap for the DJ, Ally leaned in and whispered, “Thank you,” before lightly placing a kiss on his cheek.
As she pulls away, blushing in that way that’s too cute for words, Arthur reaches up and pulls their lips together for a real kiss this time. Everyone cheers as if they had been waiting for this moment for forever too (and most of them have been).
When he pulls away Ally swoons and almost faints, but Arthur is there to catch her.
“Oh Arthur,” she dramatically puts her hand on her forehead, “That was the greatest kiss ever! My poor heart is all pitter patter, I don’t know if I can stand it!”
“Relax love,” he places several more kisses on her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and finally her luscious, full, red lips, “let’s go someplace a bit more private?”
“Oh yes please! Take me away you sexy eyebrow man!”
He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a remote with a single red button on it. The crowd cheers as he presses it, causing the ceiling to roll away and allow the helicopter to fly in and drop a ladder for him, which he scales perfectly, still holding a faint Ally in his arms, off to spend the rest of the night, and possible the rest of his life, with the most beautiful girl in the world.
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And felt embarrassed. So he tried to get away. But Ally would have none of that, and pulled him back in for another, less innocent kiss.
Arthur was in heaven, at least until the catcalls started. When they finally did pull apart and he saw Ally’s lovely smile and bright eyes, all on him, he knew he didn’t care. They were just jealous anyway.
Character limits: fuck them
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This is so adorable. The antics! The Bad Friends Trio! And Arthur's daydreams!
lovelovelove <333
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Except Arthur does it frequently than normal XD
Seriously anon, THANK YOU for taking the time to fill and finish this! I love it!
Especially for getting the hidden bonus! Spamano love~ XD
God you're wonderful~
How it went right for everyoneexceptforHollandmybadin the end left a warm feeling in my heart!
Normally I don't ask for sequels but I don't know what's wrong with me, I just don't want this to end!
So um, could you possibly write fem!America's side of the story? Or Holland's point of view? Its up to you if you're up for it :D
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