UK/UK/UK - Threesome [3/?]
anonymous
June 12 2009, 08:11:45 UTC
When he came back to his senses, his first thought was that the pain was gone.
The second was that there was something wet on his forehead. He raised his hand, but someone held his wrist.
“Easy now”, a very courteous voice said. Kiku? No, it was too gruff “Take it easy, you need to get your strength back.”
“I’m fine”, Arthur mumbled. He tried to see who he was talking to, but the person got up and stood right in front of the window, and Arthur could only see the golden glow of his hair. Alfred? No, he knew Alfred’s voice. And anyway, this guy was shorter.
“Yes”, the person answered “Still, you can always use a little rest. You’ve been working too hard. Why don’t you just wait here while I make you some tea?”
Arthur nodded. This person, whoever it was, seemed to be smart. He came to the bed with a tray, sitting by Arthur’s side. That was awkward. Arthur was about to complain when the other gave him the tea-cup, and that was when Arthur took a good look at this face.
Uh.
The other smiled shyly:
“I think you’d like some explanation,” he said “But, unfortunately, I’m not sure I understand exactly what’s going on here.”
Arthur nodded.
He couldn’t think of anything to say. This person was so alike him that he could be his reflection in a mirror. He had the same thick eyebrows, same green eyes, same everything. He was even using one of his suits.
That was impossible.
And, as it was bound to happen with all the impossible things, it probably had some nasty explanation. So he did the only thing he could do.
He drank the tea.
It was good. Very good. He gave his double an appreciative look, and the young man blushed:
“Maybe I should let you take a rest,” he said, after Arthur finished his tea “We can discuss this later.”
“Or maybe you could tell me your name”, Arthur said. He knew this person wasn’t his employee, because he’d remember hiring someone so alike him. And it wasn’t any of his former colonies. Maybe one of their states? One that looked a lot like him and he hadn’t met till now for some pretty logical reason, or maybe…
“My name is Arthur Kirkland,” answered his double. He was embarrassed “So, as you see, we may have a… a situation here.”
Before Arthur could answer him - not the he knew what to answer, but he had to say something - the door was suddenly kicked open, and -
Ok, now this was getting ridiculous. And then another double invaded the room, this one with the dark green uniform Arthur had in WW2, and, bizarrely and very anachronistically, a pirate hat. With feather and all.
“Honestly, my dear” the first double said, disapprovingly “Do you have to make these… dramatic entrances? Don’t you see he’s not feeling well?”
“Of course he’s not”, said the pirate or whatever the hell he was, and Arthur saw, in the middle of his confusion, that he had a bottle of Whiskey. “This is what he needs, not that dirty water you’re drinking”
Arthur-in-the-suit snorted, but the newcomer pirate-soldier-Arthur took two quick strides to the bed and raised the bottle to Arthur’s lips. And Arthur, who was thinking it was miracle his headache wasn’t back by now, had the time to say “what the hell do you think you’re-” before the whiskey filled his mouth, making him choke.
“Now look what you did,” said the one in the suit “I told you it wasn’t a good time.”
‘Don’t be such a baby”, the other said. When he looked at Arthur, his eyes (green, very bright, framed by the same thick eyebrows) had a trace of laughter “Looks like you’re losing your touch, old man. Can’t hold your drink anymore? Are you all right?”
Arthur nodded, frowning. We have to talk, he thought, we have to talk right now, but- losing his touch? Him?
He straightened his back, took the bottle from this person’s hand. He was going to show them.
UK/UK/UK - Threesome [4/?]
anonymous
June 12 2009, 08:12:47 UTC
“So," Kiku said, very slowly “Then you drank the whole bottle?”
“Well, not exactly”, Arthur answered. Too bad they were on the phone. He’d have liked to see Kiku’s face now “I drank that whole bottle. Then we went to a bar, and I drank many others.”
It had to be done. Even if Artie - the name they had given to the one in the suit, because he seemed to like it - disapproved, thinking Arthur should get more rest, Kirk - the pirate one, for no reason beside the fact they had to call him something - wanted to drink and Arthur didn’t feel like sharing. Still, disapproving or not, Artie drank as much as the other two, and by the end of the night Arthur wasn’t sure how many bottles they had finished. Not that it was important.
Kiku was talking:
“I - I don’t know what to say, my friend. The doubles- don’t they have any explanations?”
“No. Only that we’re all the same person. And, well, one thing is for sure, we do have the same memories. I thought maybe you could give me some advice.”
Not only the same memories, they also had the same tastes and likes and opinions. They only expressed them in different ways. Take Francis, for example. The three of them considered the Frenchman a waste of space and oxygen, but while Artie limited himself to a contemptuous snort, Kirk could give a few colored words explaining exactly what he thought of Francis’ looks, brain, foods, sexual habits, boss and boss´ wife. And Arthur hadn’t said a thing, because he was laughing too hard.
Actually, he had laughed a lot that night. It felt good to be with nice, polite, interesting and intelligent people who enjoyed being with him. And they did. Artie was always touching him, his rough fingers on the back of his hands, and Arthur had never imagined his touch would be so pleasant. Well, of course he wouldn’t, he didn’t walk around holding his own hand. Maybe he should. It felt nice and, since it was coming from himself, it wasn’t even embarrassing. Win-win situation. And Kirk was always putting his arm around his shoulders.
“Kiku?”
His friend didn’t answer. Arthur was used to it. Kiku always thought carefully before speaking, and sometimes his silences could last more than forty minutes.
And there was no hurry, Arthur thought. Right now Artie was giving him a back massage, while Kirk practiced his aim on the dart board Arthur kept in his office. He had cut some picture of Alfred and Francis from yesterday’s newspaper, and so far he had hit Alfred’s eyes and Francis’ groin, a feat that won him the applauses of both Arthur and Artie, even if the later was blushing. Something that, now that Arthur was thinking about it, was kind of endearing.
Author!anon, this is far from fail, jhhj, it's brilliant! ♥ And the two other Arthurs are adorable, and Kirk is hot. Also, I love how this is taking place right now in real time :D
Re: UK/UK/UK - Threesome [4/?]
anonymous
June 12 2009, 12:21:02 UTC
OP can't explain how happy he is with this! WONDERFUL! And can't wait to see more! Will agree with the above anon - this is FAR from fail. And Kirk darting Francis'.. AWESOME! : D <33 Thanks so much for taking this request, I'm SO f5'ing for more!
Re: UK/UK/UK - Threesome [4/?]
anonymous
June 12 2009, 13:17:37 UTC
Authoranon, trust me, I've read numerous fics in my life, good ones and fail ones, but you know, THIS AIN'T FAIL. AT ALL. /////
First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH for making it multichaptered! It may have not been this epic start, if it were to be just one-shot. also, anon has thing for these kind of selfcest fics, so anon is overjoyed whenever she sees one
I love the fact that there's actually some point behind the sudden multiple Arthurs, and not just 'one day they apperead out of blue' it gives story a little more depth, yes. And, despite them all being same person, they don't behave the same. You got me hooked, abusing now the f5 on my keyboard to my heart's content /// please update soon? 8D
F5F5F5F5F5...
anonymous
June 12 2009, 18:03:51 UTC
Abusing that F5 button now cause there need to be a fifth part (and MANY other more). Author!anon, as a few has mentioned, this is NOT fail. THIS IS BRILLIANT!!! I'm totally loving how this is being played now in present time, and also grinning and madly smitten by Artie and Kirk.
Man, Pirate Captain Kirk! The name itself rolling off my tongue is already doing silly things to my poor brain.
Kikuuuuuuuuuuuuu~ FORTY MINUTES?! On the phone? At least they don't need to pay the bills. =]
UK/UK/UK - Threesome [5/?]
anonymous
June 21 2009, 03:01:40 UTC
Dude. DUDE. This doesn’t makes sense at all. I really, really hope you enjoy it, because I’m TOTALLY butchering this request.
Oh, and thank you so very much to everyone who commented, I really appreciate that. Thank you!
2.
Alfred wouldn’t confess this even under torture, but he was worried.
And it wasn’t only because Francis was sitting way too close and couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Not even because Francis’ boss wanted to sit too close to his boss and, apparently, also couldn’t keep his hands to himself either (it must be a French thing, he decided, and anyway this was their problem), but with the fact that Arthur was late.
And that was why he couldn’t admit it. Everybody would laugh, if they knew by now he had lost the count of how many times he had looked at this clock.
“Relax, mon amour, he'll be here”, Francis whispered in his ear. Alfred nodded, frowning a little (and pushing his chair away, to escape the arm Francis was resting around his waist).
The problem was, Arthur was never late. And yesterday he had left the meeting in tears and Kiku had gone after him to make sure he was ok, and Alfred-
Well. Alfred hadn’t.
He had an excuse. The looks Arthur was giving him before would have been enough to intimidate anyone who wasn’t as awesomely heroic as him and, frankly, he wouldn’t have taken his help even if Alfred had offered. And Alfred couldn’t face the shame and humiliation this would bring, so he only had had one option, really, and that had been to follow Arthur outside, avoid Kiku on his way back, and jump in the first taxi that came his way (FOLLOW THAT CAR! - which, by the way, had been really cool) to make sure Arthur would be fine.
But he couldn’t invade the hotel. So now he had to wait here not knowing if Arthur was still alive. What if he had poisoned himself with all that tea? Or, you know, one of his scones?
“Alfred,” Francis said, groping his butt in a comforting gesture “For heavens’ sake, relax! Arthur’s always throwing his tantrums, he’ll be here any time now with the same constipated look we all know and love.”
“What if he doesn’t?” Alfred got up, part in nervousness, part to avoid Francis’ grabby hands “This is your fault! Couldn’t you just invite the queen and make my life a little easier?”
“That was my boss´ choice”, Francis answered. He looked at his nails, studiously bored “And you don’t even know if that´s the problem.”
“Don’t I? Considering how much he yelled at us because of that, I’d say I have a pretty good clue. What I don’t understand is why he’s angry at me, and not at you-“
“And you don’t even know if he is mad. As far as I know, he can be suffering from indigestion. Now, sit and lets talk like good -“
The door opened.
Francis turned and Alfred held his breath and, yes, it was Arthur, entering with a very contented look that was very, very atypical. Arthur smiled, he smiled at everyone and nodded, very polite and a little shy, but it wasn’t possible to put shy and Arthur in the same sentence without blowing up the universe in a terrible paradox (Alfred had a movie about it, so he knew these stuff). He pulled a chair, but didn’t sit, looking at the door instead, as if he was waiting for someone.
Wait, what?
This was clearly going to require some drastic measures. Arthur hadn’t even glanced at Alfred (or at Francis, but that was to be expected) and he was standing behind the chair, waiting for someone who was clearly very important and Alfred was trying to decide what he was going to do with whomever it was, when the door opened and along came-
Arthur.
Followed by Arthur.
Alfred blinked.
Then he blinked again. Arthur - er, one of them - took the chair, smiling up at the other Arthur with a grateful smile, and the other reddened and sat by his left side, and the third one sat his right side, and Alfred was looking at three versions of the same person, which could only mean one thing.
UK/UK/UK - Threesome [6/?]
anonymous
June 21 2009, 03:05:21 UTC
5.
“It was an honest mistake,” Alfred mumbled, twenty very complicated minutes later.
Arthur was still face-palming, counting backwards from one hundred to zero to calm himself. Artie had his hand on his shoulder:
“Maybe we should leave now,” he said “Clearly, my dear Arthur, talking with this person won’t bring any benefits to our nation.”
Kirk disagreed:
“He has to work, as much as I’d rather be somewhere else. Now that the four eyed dumbass finished making a fool of himself, we can get this shit started so we can leave.”
“Oh,” Alfred said “I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting three of you to just show up like this, is not like this is in any way unusual or anything.”
This was going to turn sour any minute now. Arthur took a deep breath, raising his head:
“Right. Let’s forget this. Like I said, I don’t know what happened, and it doesn’t matter, so, can we start this sh- uh, the meeting now?”
Nobody heard.
Well, Artie did. And Kirk, who looked at him to show he was taking it into consideration, really, but the others were talking all at the same time, and Alfred was raising his voice and Francis was drooling (Arthur didn’t want to know why. Hungary was drooling too, come to think about it) and he tried again:
“People, could we get this started? The meeting? People?”
“And who the hell do you think you are,” Alfred was saying “Talking like this to a hero-”
“Hero,” Kirk answered “You can’t recognize heroism even when it bites you in the butt, you brainless twat-”
“People,” Arthur said “It would be really good if we-”
“I’m more heroic than you could ever hope to-”
“Yes, entering wars after they are practically over, letting others do most of the-”
“I was the one who finished and I wasn’t even talking about that, you stupid little-“
“Hey,” Arthur was giving up. He pulled at Kirk’s sleeve. The other quit his ranting and looked at him and Arthur said “Don’t waste your time on him. Let’s start the meeting so I can go home and die, please.”
Kirk pressed his lips in a thin line, and Arthur had to admit he looked intimidating, furious like that, eyes flaming and all. But he hadn’t much time to consider this because then Kirk punched the table and bellowed:
“SHUT UP EVERYONE, ARTHUR WANTS TO SPEAK.”
Silence.
Very, very heavy silence, and that wasn’t quite what Arthur had in mind, but he knew how to take a chance when he saw one:
“Erm. Thank you, Kirk. Like I said, there’s no explanation for this, but we shouldn’t let it upset our agenda, right? Ludwig, would you please open the meeting?”
Ludwig - still a little upset by the whole ordeal -gladly took the chance to reestablish some semblance of order in the room. He took his notes.
Arthur allowed himself a trembling breath. He knew this was going to happen. Or something like it, anyway. But coming to the meeting had been the only advice Kiku had for him after a very, very long and strenuous reflection, and he didn’t want to be inconsiderate.
And, well. Maybe, in a very small and hidden part of his, he also wanted to show Alfred and Francis that he didn’t need them, that he had company and people who liked him (even if it was himself, something that could cast doubts on the point he was trying to make, but still) and they could have their stupid party and he didn’t care.
When Ludwig finished his speech,. Kirk was almost drooling of boredom, but Artie smiled at Arthur:
“I’ll get you some tea,” he said, getting up “Would you like some biscuits too?”
“Ah- no, you don’t need to do this; I don’t want to cause trouble-”
“Is not trouble at all,” he said, still smiling (you know, Arthur thought, I have a pretty sweet smile sometimes, just saying) and Kirk snorted.
“Again with the tea”, he mumbled, stretching his arms above his head. Then he rested his hand over Arthur’s leg “Say, do we really have to stay here? Because there are a hundred other things I’d rather be doing now.”
The second was that there was something wet on his forehead. He raised his hand, but someone held his wrist.
“Easy now”, a very courteous voice said. Kiku? No, it was too gruff “Take it easy, you need to get your strength back.”
“I’m fine”, Arthur mumbled. He tried to see who he was talking to, but the person got up and stood right in front of the window, and Arthur could only see the golden glow of his hair. Alfred? No, he knew Alfred’s voice. And anyway, this guy was shorter.
“Yes”, the person answered “Still, you can always use a little rest. You’ve been working too hard. Why don’t you just wait here while I make you some tea?”
Arthur nodded. This person, whoever it was, seemed to be smart. He came to the bed with a tray, sitting by Arthur’s side. That was awkward. Arthur was about to complain when the other gave him the tea-cup, and that was when Arthur took a good look at this face.
Uh.
The other smiled shyly:
“I think you’d like some explanation,” he said “But, unfortunately, I’m not sure I understand exactly what’s going on here.”
Arthur nodded.
He couldn’t think of anything to say. This person was so alike him that he could be his reflection in a mirror. He had the same thick eyebrows, same green eyes, same everything. He was even using one of his suits.
That was impossible.
And, as it was bound to happen with all the impossible things, it probably had some nasty explanation. So he did the only thing he could do.
He drank the tea.
It was good. Very good. He gave his double an appreciative look, and the young man blushed:
“Maybe I should let you take a rest,” he said, after Arthur finished his tea “We can discuss this later.”
“Or maybe you could tell me your name”, Arthur said. He knew this person wasn’t his employee, because he’d remember hiring someone so alike him. And it wasn’t any of his former colonies. Maybe one of their states? One that looked a lot like him and he hadn’t met till now for some pretty logical reason, or maybe…
“My name is Arthur Kirkland,” answered his double. He was embarrassed “So, as you see, we may have a… a situation here.”
Before Arthur could answer him - not the he knew what to answer, but he had to say something - the door was suddenly kicked open, and -
Ok, now this was getting ridiculous. And then another double invaded the room, this one with the dark green uniform Arthur had in WW2, and, bizarrely and very anachronistically, a pirate hat. With feather and all.
“Honestly, my dear” the first double said, disapprovingly “Do you have to make these… dramatic entrances? Don’t you see he’s not feeling well?”
“Of course he’s not”, said the pirate or whatever the hell he was, and Arthur saw, in the middle of his confusion, that he had a bottle of Whiskey. “This is what he needs, not that dirty water you’re drinking”
Arthur-in-the-suit snorted, but the newcomer pirate-soldier-Arthur took two quick strides to the bed and raised the bottle to Arthur’s lips. And Arthur, who was thinking it was miracle his headache wasn’t back by now, had the time to say “what the hell do you think you’re-” before the whiskey filled his mouth, making him choke.
“Now look what you did,” said the one in the suit “I told you it wasn’t a good time.”
‘Don’t be such a baby”, the other said. When he looked at Arthur, his eyes (green, very bright, framed by the same thick eyebrows) had a trace of laughter “Looks like you’re losing your touch, old man. Can’t hold your drink anymore? Are you all right?”
Arthur nodded, frowning. We have to talk, he thought, we have to talk right now, but- losing his touch? Him?
He straightened his back, took the bottle from this person’s hand. He was going to show them.
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“Well, not exactly”, Arthur answered. Too bad they were on the phone. He’d have liked to see Kiku’s face now “I drank that whole bottle. Then we went to a bar, and I drank many others.”
It had to be done. Even if Artie - the name they had given to the one in the suit, because he seemed to like it - disapproved, thinking Arthur should get more rest, Kirk - the pirate one, for no reason beside the fact they had to call him something - wanted to drink and Arthur didn’t feel like sharing. Still, disapproving or not, Artie drank as much as the other two, and by the end of the night Arthur wasn’t sure how many bottles they had finished. Not that it was important.
Kiku was talking:
“I - I don’t know what to say, my friend. The doubles- don’t they have any explanations?”
“No. Only that we’re all the same person. And, well, one thing is for sure, we do have the same memories. I thought maybe you could give me some advice.”
Not only the same memories, they also had the same tastes and likes and opinions. They only expressed them in different ways. Take Francis, for example. The three of them considered the Frenchman a waste of space and oxygen, but while Artie limited himself to a contemptuous snort, Kirk could give a few colored words explaining exactly what he thought of Francis’ looks, brain, foods, sexual habits, boss and boss´ wife. And Arthur hadn’t said a thing, because he was laughing too hard.
Actually, he had laughed a lot that night. It felt good to be with nice, polite, interesting and intelligent people who enjoyed being with him. And they did. Artie was always touching him, his rough fingers on the back of his hands, and Arthur had never imagined his touch would be so pleasant. Well, of course he wouldn’t, he didn’t walk around holding his own hand. Maybe he should. It felt nice and, since it was coming from himself, it wasn’t even embarrassing. Win-win situation. And Kirk was always putting his arm around his shoulders.
“Kiku?”
His friend didn’t answer. Arthur was used to it. Kiku always thought carefully before speaking, and sometimes his silences could last more than forty minutes.
And there was no hurry, Arthur thought. Right now Artie was giving him a back massage, while Kirk practiced his aim on the dart board Arthur kept in his office. He had cut some picture of Alfred and Francis from yesterday’s newspaper, and so far he had hit Alfred’s eyes and Francis’ groin, a feat that won him the applauses of both Arthur and Artie, even if the later was blushing. Something that, now that Arthur was thinking about it, was kind of endearing.
There was no hurry at all.
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First of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH for making it multichaptered! It may have not been this epic start, if it were to be just one-shot. also, anon has thing for these kind of selfcest fics, so anon is overjoyed whenever she sees one
I love the fact that there's actually some point behind the sudden multiple Arthurs, and not just 'one day they apperead out of blue' it gives story a little more depth, yes. And, despite them all being same person, they don't behave the same. You got me hooked, abusing now the f5 on my keyboard to my heart's content /// please update soon? 8D
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This anon is fistpumping with sheer joy.
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I LOVE YOU SO MUUUCH!
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Man, Pirate Captain Kirk! The name itself rolling off my tongue is already doing silly things to my poor brain.
Kikuuuuuuuuuuuuu~ FORTY MINUTES?! On the phone? At least they don't need to pay the bills. =]
*resumes F5'ing*
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Oh, and thank you so very much to everyone who commented, I really appreciate that. Thank you!
2.
Alfred wouldn’t confess this even under torture, but he was worried.
And it wasn’t only because Francis was sitting way too close and couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Not even because Francis’ boss wanted to sit too close to his boss and, apparently, also couldn’t keep his hands to himself either (it must be a French thing, he decided, and anyway this was their problem), but with the fact that Arthur was late.
And that was why he couldn’t admit it. Everybody would laugh, if they knew by now he had lost the count of how many times he had looked at this clock.
“Relax, mon amour, he'll be here”, Francis whispered in his ear. Alfred nodded, frowning a little (and pushing his chair away, to escape the arm Francis was resting around his waist).
The problem was, Arthur was never late. And yesterday he had left the meeting in tears and Kiku had gone after him to make sure he was ok, and Alfred-
Well. Alfred hadn’t.
He had an excuse. The looks Arthur was giving him before would have been enough to intimidate anyone who wasn’t as awesomely heroic as him and, frankly, he wouldn’t have taken his help even if Alfred had offered. And Alfred couldn’t face the shame and humiliation this would bring, so he only had had one option, really, and that had been to follow Arthur outside, avoid Kiku on his way back, and jump in the first taxi that came his way (FOLLOW THAT CAR! - which, by the way, had been really cool) to make sure Arthur would be fine.
But he couldn’t invade the hotel. So now he had to wait here not knowing if Arthur was still alive. What if he had poisoned himself with all that tea? Or, you know, one of his scones?
“Alfred,” Francis said, groping his butt in a comforting gesture “For heavens’ sake, relax! Arthur’s always throwing his tantrums, he’ll be here any time now with the same constipated look we all know and love.”
“What if he doesn’t?” Alfred got up, part in nervousness, part to avoid Francis’ grabby hands “This is your fault! Couldn’t you just invite the queen and make my life a little easier?”
“That was my boss´ choice”, Francis answered. He looked at his nails, studiously bored “And you don’t even know if that´s the problem.”
“Don’t I? Considering how much he yelled at us because of that, I’d say I have a pretty good clue. What I don’t understand is why he’s angry at me, and not at you-“
“And you don’t even know if he is mad. As far as I know, he can be suffering from indigestion. Now, sit and lets talk like good -“
The door opened.
Francis turned and Alfred held his breath and, yes, it was Arthur, entering with a very contented look that was very, very atypical. Arthur smiled, he smiled at everyone and nodded, very polite and a little shy, but it wasn’t possible to put shy and Arthur in the same sentence without blowing up the universe in a terrible paradox (Alfred had a movie about it, so he knew these stuff). He pulled a chair, but didn’t sit, looking at the door instead, as if he was waiting for someone.
Wait, what?
This was clearly going to require some drastic measures. Arthur hadn’t even glanced at Alfred (or at Francis, but that was to be expected) and he was standing behind the chair, waiting for someone who was clearly very important and Alfred was trying to decide what he was going to do with whomever it was, when the door opened and along came-
Arthur.
Followed by Arthur.
Alfred blinked.
Then he blinked again. Arthur - er, one of them - took the chair, smiling up at the other Arthur with a grateful smile, and the other reddened and sat by his left side, and the third one sat his right side, and Alfred was looking at three versions of the same person, which could only mean one thing.
He screamed:
“THE ALIENS ARE ATTACKING!”
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“It was an honest mistake,” Alfred mumbled, twenty very complicated minutes later.
Arthur was still face-palming, counting backwards from one hundred to zero to calm himself. Artie had his hand on his shoulder:
“Maybe we should leave now,” he said “Clearly, my dear Arthur, talking with this person won’t bring any benefits to our nation.”
Kirk disagreed:
“He has to work, as much as I’d rather be somewhere else. Now that the four eyed dumbass finished making a fool of himself, we can get this shit started so we can leave.”
“Oh,” Alfred said “I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting three of you to just show up like this, is not like this is in any way unusual or anything.”
This was going to turn sour any minute now. Arthur took a deep breath, raising his head:
“Right. Let’s forget this. Like I said, I don’t know what happened, and it doesn’t matter, so, can we start this sh- uh, the meeting now?”
Nobody heard.
Well, Artie did. And Kirk, who looked at him to show he was taking it into consideration, really, but the others were talking all at the same time, and Alfred was raising his voice and Francis was drooling (Arthur didn’t want to know why. Hungary was drooling too, come to think about it) and he tried again:
“People, could we get this started? The meeting? People?”
“And who the hell do you think you are,” Alfred was saying “Talking like this to a hero-”
“Hero,” Kirk answered “You can’t recognize heroism even when it bites you in the butt, you brainless twat-”
“People,” Arthur said “It would be really good if we-”
“I’m more heroic than you could ever hope to-”
“Yes, entering wars after they are practically over, letting others do most of the-”
“I was the one who finished and I wasn’t even talking about that, you stupid little-“
“Hey,” Arthur was giving up. He pulled at Kirk’s sleeve. The other quit his ranting and looked at him and Arthur said “Don’t waste your time on him. Let’s start the meeting so I can go home and die, please.”
Kirk pressed his lips in a thin line, and Arthur had to admit he looked intimidating, furious like that, eyes flaming and all. But he hadn’t much time to consider this because then Kirk punched the table and bellowed:
“SHUT UP EVERYONE, ARTHUR WANTS TO SPEAK.”
Silence.
Very, very heavy silence, and that wasn’t quite what Arthur had in mind, but he knew how to take a chance when he saw one:
“Erm. Thank you, Kirk. Like I said, there’s no explanation for this, but we shouldn’t let it upset our agenda, right? Ludwig, would you please open the meeting?”
Ludwig - still a little upset by the whole ordeal -gladly took the chance to reestablish some semblance of order in the room. He took his notes.
Arthur allowed himself a trembling breath. He knew this was going to happen. Or something like it, anyway. But coming to the meeting had been the only advice Kiku had for him after a very, very long and strenuous reflection, and he didn’t want to be inconsiderate.
And, well. Maybe, in a very small and hidden part of his, he also wanted to show Alfred and Francis that he didn’t need them, that he had company and people who liked him (even if it was himself, something that could cast doubts on the point he was trying to make, but still) and they could have their stupid party and he didn’t care.
When Ludwig finished his speech,. Kirk was almost drooling of boredom, but Artie smiled at Arthur:
“I’ll get you some tea,” he said, getting up “Would you like some biscuits too?”
“Ah- no, you don’t need to do this; I don’t want to cause trouble-”
“Is not trouble at all,” he said, still smiling (you know, Arthur thought, I have a pretty sweet smile sometimes, just saying) and Kirk snorted.
“Again with the tea”, he mumbled, stretching his arms above his head. Then he rested his hand over Arthur’s leg “Say, do we really have to stay here? Because there are a hundred other things I’d rather be doing now.”
(reCaptcha: painting menages lol)
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This is so awesome. So mindblowingly WRONG, but SO DAMN AWESOME at the same time. XD
*F5's 8Db*
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I'm so glad you continued. It's put a smile on my face and I look forward to more :D
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Arthur you epic man! Oh yes, Kirk and Artie too. Do I smell Kirk wanting to do something a little more with Arthur? XD
Oh I love how this is going... *resumes F5-ing*
Of course you've such a sweet smile, Arthur! =]
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