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!
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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.”
UK/UK/UK - Threesome [7/?]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 05:37:54 UTC
Thanks to everyone who commented, and I’m sorry this took so long. Is just that- you know, the plot is very complex. Very, very complex.
(I think I’m going crazy here, this doesn’t make any sense and augh, please don’t hate me)
He was probably trying to whisper. At least, that’s what it looked like. But his voice was too loud for that, and Arthur couldn’t even focus on the question because Kirk’s hand on his leg - on his thigh, actually, almost reaching his crotch - was very distracting, and he-
“Spain,” Kirk smirked “So you’re the one talking now. How nice.”
“Uh,” Arthur answered. Spain?
What?
Oh, right, the meeting. They were still at the meeting. Antonio was getting up, a file in his hand (that was shaking a little, God knows why), saying something about stock markets (in a voice that was also shaking a little) and the crisis or- what the hell was going on here?
Kirk’s hand was still resting on Arthur’s leg. But now he was staring at Antonio, a fierce look in his green eyes, an arrogant leer in his lips and- pirates, Arthur suddenly thought, pirates and blue sea and swords and blood and gold and the good old times and apparently Antonio was thinking the same thing, because his shaking got worse.
He raised his eyes from the paper, still speaking. Very brave, Arthur thought, but Kirk’s eyes attracted his like metal to a magnet. Now Arthur was also staring, because- well, he and Antonio had reached a kind of agreement, they weren’t exactly friends and would probably never be, but they had learned to respect each other and he never knew his looks had such power and that was-
Kirk raised his chin, just a little, just a fraction of an inch, but it was so bloody proud, so casually arrogant, licking his lips slowly, upper lip, then lower lip, very, very slow, and then-
Antonio stopped talking, his face white as paper. His file fell from his hand and he left the room without looking back. When the chorus of “uh”s and “what”s started, Kirk just laughed and squeezed Arthur’s leg:
“On a second thought,” he said “I think I’m starting to enjoy this thing.”
Arthur was relieved when Artie arrived with the tea, almost hitting Lovino on his way. The boy was going after Antonio, probably. Arthur tried to feel bad about it. Really. He’d need to have a word with Kirk, because that wasn’t any way to behave in meetings.
Artie set the tray on the table:
“Did I miss anything?”
“No,” Arthur smiled back “Thank you.”
No reason to be impolite just because he was disapproving his other double. Plus, they didn’t need to discuss this now, right? It could wait.
“You’re welcome,” Artie said, happily “If you want more sugar, I can get it for you.”
Speaking of impoliteness, the others had calmed down, and Alfred cleared his throat in a very loud way:
“Right,” he was saying, “Now what? Is the meeting over?”
A little to Arthur’s surprise, it was Francis who answered:
“I still have some things to discuss with our friends here, cher. I wanted to -“
“Oh, awesome,” Kirk said “The drunk frog’s going to speak. This just keeps getting better.”
Arthur could sympathize. He took a sip of his tea - the sugar was perfect, by the way - thinking pretty much the same thing. Francis, more used to this than Antonio, didn’t even acknowledge it:
“The first thing I want to discuss with you is, sadly, the crisis we’re all facing and the effects we can-“
“I think,” Kirk said “That you should start explaining why the hell you decided to kiss America’s ass with that stupid party of yours.”
UK/UK/UK - Threesome [8/?]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 05:40:21 UTC
Several things happened at the same time.
One was that Artie lowered his eyes, embarrassed, and the other was that Alfred gasped in indignation, and the other was Francis turning slowly to look at Kirk and the other was that Arthur’s tea spilled all over his front and he stopped breathing for a few seconds, forgetting that nutjob’s hand still on his leg, because- oh my God-
“Very well,” Francis said, sly grin gracing his lips “And what, exactly do you want to know? Every sordid detail?”
“What detail?” Alfred screamed “There’re no details!“
“Yes,” said Kirk “I want the details, yes. I want to know what you are planning to do in the Normandy beach, the place where I fought for you even more than yourself-”
“Mon cher, ” he said, but now his smile was cold “I didn’t know you were so jealous.”
Kirk got up, pushing his hands on the table.
“Jealous? Of you? Why would I? I don’t need to be jealous, I can have you any time I want!”
“Now wouldn’t you like that?” said Francis.
“Wouldn’t you?” Kirk retorted. By then Arthur had lost all the color in his face, he wanted to scream too- shut up shup up he’ll think I care, shut up -
But Kirk was on a roll, screaming at Francis’ face, and Francis had lost all the pretence of calm and was shouting too:
“Me? You’re the one begging for an invitation, whining because you can’t come to my party-”
“That’s because there wouldn’t be a party if it weren’t for me! I fought while you surrendered and waited for someone to come and save your fat sorry ass-
“Now wait a minute,” said Alfred, always ready to add to the discussion “I was the hero back then-”
“No, you left me alone for 18 months,” Kirk said, never taking his eyes off of Francis’ “And you, you ungrateful pathetic piece of shit, you just don’t want to remember your own part in this war, you don’t want to remember why I had to fight for you against yourself, because everyone know your alert levels against invasion are run, hide, surrender and collaborate.”
Francis didn’t answer.
Kirk was panting, his eyes furious and flaming, and Francis stood there, mute and red-faced, he didn’t say a thing, it was his turn to speak and shout and scream and he didn’t say a fucking word. The silence stretched, heavier by the second, and then Kirk straightened his back.
He took a deep breath, still glaring at Francis:
“No answer, frog? Right. That’s what I thought.”
And then, in a very cinematographic move, he turned and left the room.
As soon as he left, everyone started speaking at the same time. Many different voices, some louder than the others, and Yao was saying “how come no one ever mentions me or Ivan in discussions like this?” and someone saying Ivan wasn’t exactly giving a shit about the whole thing and Alfred mumbling “stupid jerk thinks he’s the hero but I was, it’s in all my movies”, and Arthur, who had hidden his face in his hand somewhere after they started shouting, tried to die by sheer will power.
Francis would notice - shit, now he knew for sure that the bloody party had been- not important, of course not, but it had some meaning, not much but still, he knew and Arthur was never going to live this down and oh God why did his stupid double had to be so impulsive and -
He raised his eyes. Francis was glaring at him, opening his mouth to say something and anything now would destroy him, even a “don’t worry, the invitation will be in your office tomorrow morning”- actually, especially that, and oh God-
What Francis said was:
“Say whatever you want about the war, but my ass is not fat.”
Uh.
It was a gracious answer. A way to say forget about this, it doesn’t matter, we’ll keep on hating each other like always in a very socially acceptable way or something like it, and Arthur should be grateful. But everything had been so embarrassing and his nerves were so frayed that he couldn’t even force a smile or a spiteful look - much more appropriated - followed by a scathing comeback. His eyes filled with tears.
So he did the only dignified thing he could do now. He got up very quickly and run from the room too.
Author!anon I'm still loving this so much ♥♥ Kirk's interaction with Antonio was ridiculously hot, and him yelling at Francis was brilliant. Poor, poor Arthur, though. ;(
Re: UK/UK/UK - Threesome [8/?]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 16:23:40 UTC
"“Say whatever you want about the war, but my ass is not fat.” " Francis. Francis. OH FRANCIS.♥♥♥♥
Ugh, I can only imagine how complex this plot is and really, author!non, you're doing a fucking AMAZING job so far.♥
So don't worry about taking your time to write it, really. I only hope you don't go completely insane after you're done, for I would most definitely love to read more of your writing. :D
Oh, and thank you so very much to everyone who commented, I really appreciate that. Thank you!
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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.”
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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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(I think I’m going crazy here, this doesn’t make any sense and augh, please don’t hate me)
He was probably trying to whisper. At least, that’s what it looked like. But his voice was too loud for that, and Arthur couldn’t even focus on the question because Kirk’s hand on his leg - on his thigh, actually, almost reaching his crotch - was very distracting, and he-
“Spain,” Kirk smirked “So you’re the one talking now. How nice.”
“Uh,” Arthur answered. Spain?
What?
Oh, right, the meeting. They were still at the meeting. Antonio was getting up, a file in his hand (that was shaking a little, God knows why), saying something about stock markets (in a voice that was also shaking a little) and the crisis or- what the hell was going on here?
Kirk’s hand was still resting on Arthur’s leg. But now he was staring at Antonio, a fierce look in his green eyes, an arrogant leer in his lips and- pirates, Arthur suddenly thought, pirates and blue sea and swords and blood and gold and the good old times and apparently Antonio was thinking the same thing, because his shaking got worse.
He raised his eyes from the paper, still speaking. Very brave, Arthur thought, but Kirk’s eyes attracted his like metal to a magnet. Now Arthur was also staring, because- well, he and Antonio had reached a kind of agreement, they weren’t exactly friends and would probably never be, but they had learned to respect each other and he never knew his looks had such power and that was-
Kirk raised his chin, just a little, just a fraction of an inch, but it was so bloody proud, so casually arrogant, licking his lips slowly, upper lip, then lower lip, very, very slow, and then-
Antonio stopped talking, his face white as paper. His file fell from his hand and he left the room without looking back. When the chorus of “uh”s and “what”s started, Kirk just laughed and squeezed Arthur’s leg:
“On a second thought,” he said “I think I’m starting to enjoy this thing.”
Arthur was relieved when Artie arrived with the tea, almost hitting Lovino on his way. The boy was going after Antonio, probably. Arthur tried to feel bad about it. Really. He’d need to have a word with Kirk, because that wasn’t any way to behave in meetings.
Artie set the tray on the table:
“Did I miss anything?”
“No,” Arthur smiled back “Thank you.”
No reason to be impolite just because he was disapproving his other double. Plus, they didn’t need to discuss this now, right? It could wait.
“You’re welcome,” Artie said, happily “If you want more sugar, I can get it for you.”
Speaking of impoliteness, the others had calmed down, and Alfred cleared his throat in a very loud way:
“Right,” he was saying, “Now what? Is the meeting over?”
A little to Arthur’s surprise, it was Francis who answered:
“I still have some things to discuss with our friends here, cher. I wanted to -“
“Oh, awesome,” Kirk said “The drunk frog’s going to speak. This just keeps getting better.”
Arthur could sympathize. He took a sip of his tea - the sugar was perfect, by the way - thinking pretty much the same thing. Francis, more used to this than Antonio, didn’t even acknowledge it:
“The first thing I want to discuss with you is, sadly, the crisis we’re all facing and the effects we can-“
“I think,” Kirk said “That you should start explaining why the hell you decided to kiss America’s ass with that stupid party of yours.”
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One was that Artie lowered his eyes, embarrassed, and the other was that Alfred gasped in indignation, and the other was Francis turning slowly to look at Kirk and the other was that Arthur’s tea spilled all over his front and he stopped breathing for a few seconds, forgetting that nutjob’s hand still on his leg, because- oh my God-
“Very well,” Francis said, sly grin gracing his lips “And what, exactly do you want to know? Every sordid detail?”
“What detail?” Alfred screamed “There’re no details!“
“Yes,” said Kirk “I want the details, yes. I want to know what you are planning to do in the Normandy beach, the place where I fought for you even more than yourself-”
“Mon cher, ” he said, but now his smile was cold “I didn’t know you were so jealous.”
Kirk got up, pushing his hands on the table.
“Jealous? Of you? Why would I? I don’t need to be jealous, I can have you any time I want!”
“Now wouldn’t you like that?” said Francis.
“Wouldn’t you?” Kirk retorted. By then Arthur had lost all the color in his face, he wanted to scream too- shut up shup up he’ll think I care, shut up -
But Kirk was on a roll, screaming at Francis’ face, and Francis had lost all the pretence of calm and was shouting too:
“Me? You’re the one begging for an invitation, whining because you can’t come to my party-”
“That’s because there wouldn’t be a party if it weren’t for me! I fought while you surrendered and waited for someone to come and save your fat sorry ass-
“Now wait a minute,” said Alfred, always ready to add to the discussion “I was the hero back then-”
“No, you left me alone for 18 months,” Kirk said, never taking his eyes off of Francis’ “And you, you ungrateful pathetic piece of shit, you just don’t want to remember your own part in this war, you don’t want to remember why I had to fight for you against yourself, because everyone know your alert levels against invasion are run, hide, surrender and collaborate.”
Francis didn’t answer.
Kirk was panting, his eyes furious and flaming, and Francis stood there, mute and red-faced, he didn’t say a thing, it was his turn to speak and shout and scream and he didn’t say a fucking word. The silence stretched, heavier by the second, and then Kirk straightened his back.
He took a deep breath, still glaring at Francis:
“No answer, frog? Right. That’s what I thought.”
And then, in a very cinematographic move, he turned and left the room.
As soon as he left, everyone started speaking at the same time. Many different voices, some louder than the others, and Yao was saying “how come no one ever mentions me or Ivan in discussions like this?” and someone saying Ivan wasn’t exactly giving a shit about the whole thing and Alfred mumbling “stupid jerk thinks he’s the hero but I was, it’s in all my movies”, and Arthur, who had hidden his face in his hand somewhere after they started shouting, tried to die by sheer will power.
Francis would notice - shit, now he knew for sure that the bloody party had been- not important, of course not, but it had some meaning, not much but still, he knew and Arthur was never going to live this down and oh God why did his stupid double had to be so impulsive and -
He raised his eyes. Francis was glaring at him, opening his mouth to say something and anything now would destroy him, even a “don’t worry, the invitation will be in your office tomorrow morning”- actually, especially that, and oh God-
What Francis said was:
“Say whatever you want about the war, but my ass is not fat.”
Uh.
It was a gracious answer. A way to say forget about this, it doesn’t matter, we’ll keep on hating each other like always in a very socially acceptable way or something like it, and Arthur should be grateful. But everything had been so embarrassing and his nerves were so frayed that he couldn’t even force a smile or a spiteful look - much more appropriated - followed by a scathing comeback. His eyes filled with tears.
So he did the only dignified thing he could do now. He got up very quickly and run from the room too.
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I can't wait to see what happens, and I love Artie and Kirk, they're so...I don't even know <33 Please continue!
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Francis. Francis. OH FRANCIS.♥♥♥♥
Ugh, I can only imagine how complex this plot is and really, author!non, you're doing a fucking AMAZING job so far.♥
So don't worry about taking your time to write it, really. I only hope you don't go completely insane after you're done, for I would most definitely love to read more of your writing. :D
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CAPTAIN. KIRK.
I had an awesome Trekkie nerd moment.
This is only a minor thing though. This whole entire fic is just a big ball of win.
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The part with Kirk and Antonio? FUCKING HOT. I vote for Kirk giving the original Arthur a bit of a rough trade, eh? ;D
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