[Secret Santa] Operation L'Amour-(4/5)
A Secret Santa Fic for satirical_dream. Hope you like it!
Alfred and Arthur are both quite in love with one another, but they're stuck dancing around each other and can't seem to get together. Arthur makes a deal with Francis in an attempt to get help with the problem, but when Alfred sees them together, he becomes jealous.
This chapter: Spying
The original prompt was: America and England have been dancing around each other for a while, both can't seem to ask each other out. England then starts to spend too much time hanging out with France (when in reality, he's trying to get help from him) and America gets jealous.
*Not required, but I would love it if they somehow include Prussia/Canada <3
Chapter 4
Arthur had arrived at the international meeting room early, just as he always did. Normally this was a great way to spend some time with just his thoughts. Occasionally there would be another early riser, Ludwig perhaps or Japan, but they were generally quiet as well and communicated through nothing more than nods.
Arthur had most certainly not been expecting Francis to be sitting on the table, legs crossed, eyes trained on the door, waiting for him.
“Nice makeup,” Arthur said, “It almost covers your bruise.”
“If you didn’t know it were there, you wouldn’t be able to see it. But no more insults, we need to talk,” Francis gestured to a chair and silently Arthur sat, “Today begins the next phase of our operation ‘Understanding the Target’. For the next few days we shall be carefully observing young Alfred.”
“What sort of observations am I supposed to be making?” Arthur asked, quirking a large eyebrow.
“The step after this is ‘wooing the target’. So we need to learn information that will help you court him. What does he like? Where does he like to go? What does he want in a man?” Francis twirled his hand as he spoke as though to add more excitement to his words.
“He likes being the center of attention, going to fast food restaurants, and superheroes,” Arthur said flatly, “There. We’re done.”
“If you really want to spend the rest of your days eating at McDonalds while he tries to get people to look at him by climbing in a ball pit, so be it. If not, than I suggest that you, Angleterre, listen to me.”
Arthur frowned and considered this. Perhaps Alfred did have more complicated interests, and besides he needed to find a way to get Alfred to look at him, for he was certain that he didn’t care much about him now.
oOoOo
Spaceman Jones held his laserblaster close to his face as he peered around the corner of the Martian base. His partner, Krk’lnd, a sexy alien from planet Venus had been hypnotized and kidnapped by the hideous Martians. The Martians had gross tentacle,s which ended with extra eyeballs, sprouting out of their heads.
They used their creepy hair eyes to try and confuse other people and lead them astray. That’s what had happened to Krk’lnd, and Spacemen Jones needed to get him back. Yet as he peered around the corner Jones was met by a horrifying sight. Krk’lnd was wrapped in the arms of an especially disgusting Martian. Krk’lnd was smiling up at the Martian, but his eyes were out of focus.
Very carefully Spaceman Jones leveled his laserblaster at the Martian’s big, hideous, stupid, ugly face and pulled the trigger. BANG
oOoOo
“He just walked into a stop sign,” Francis said.
“I noticed,” Arthur responded, “He’s seemed kind of spaced out lately, I’m starting to worry about the poor lad.”
Francis hit him.
“What the bloody fuck was that for, Frog?” Arthur asked, grabbing his head angrily.
“You called him lad, I was trying to stop you from slipping back into bad behaviors,” Francis told him matter-of-factly, but he was grinning cheekily.
“Never mind, hurry up or we’re going lose him.”
oOoOo
Alfred wandered into an arcade and readied some quarters for an old asteroids machine. He wasn’t much into the game, however, and he quickly lost the four dollars he had had in his pocket. He wandered back out again, sighing heavily and deciding to go back to his apartment.
He hadn’t seen Arthur in the past few days, except in meetings, and he was really starting to worry about it. Arthur and Francis kept disappearing together as soon as work was over, and no matter how hard he looked he couldn’t find them. What if they really were together? What if he’d lost any chance to win Arthur’s heart?
oOoOo
“Odd, I would have thought he’d spend hours in there,” Arthur murmured as he and Francis snuck out of the Arcade behind Alfred.
“This is disgusting! I can’t believe it has my name on it!” Francis had purchased a cup of French fries from the arcade in order to stop them from getting kicked out. He was holding one up between his fingers and it seemed to wilt.
“Don’t look at me, I call them chips,” Arthur said, “Now hurry up we need to follow him.”
“Why hurry?” France asked shrugging, “He is going very slowly.”
Arthur frowned as he watched the young nation. Alfred’s usual optimism and energy seemed to have been draining out of him as they had watched him over the past few days. He seemed sick, and Arthur was ready to give up on the stakeout and go make sure he was taken care of.
“What do you think is wrong with him?” Arthur asked, not entirely expecting a response.
Francis glanced over at him for a mere moment before saying, “I think he is love sick.”
“Love sick!?” Arthur shouted before quickly ducking behind a garbage can in case Alfred looked in their direction.
“Yes. Look at him. He is clearly in love. Listless, depressed, distracted, his expression is that of young romantic hero.”
Arthur bit his lip and he stopped following Alfred.
“What is wrong Angleterre?” Francis inquired, actually sounding concerned.
“Who do you think he’s in love with?” Arthur asked quietly.
“It could be you.”
“It could be anybody! Oh god! What if I’m too late.? What if he’s fallen for someone else and I never get a chance to say how I feel? Oh fuck! I’ve taken to long!”
“Angleterre, you must calm down. There is absolutely no reason for you to be panicking. I think it rather likely that you are the one that he has fallen for. Our job may be considerably easier than I had first imagined!” Francis grinned, clapping Arthur on the back.
“How do you mean?”
“Well, we might be able to skip straight to the final step: ‘Confession’. If he loves you already than there needn’t be any more studying or wooing. You are what he wants in a man so there is nothing that you need to change or improve upon. You’ve already overcome your own problems with this relationship. You simply need to tell him how you feel!” Francis was overjoyed, flushed with triumph and the closeness of his project’s completion. Arthur, however, seemed much less sure.
He bit his lip, contemplating what Francis had told him, but then simply shook his head. It seemed too good to be true. There was no way that Alfred would have fallen for him. He was short and stodgy, plain and unimpressive. There was nothing about him that could possibly attract someone as vivacious and shining as Alfred. He sighed deeply and looked back at Francis.
“No. It’s someone else I’m sure of it. I should just call it quits now before I cause any problems.”
Francis made a pained noise in the back of his throat. “You are so close, Angleterre, you cannot give up now. If you refuse to believe that you are the object of his affection than at least give it one last chance. Give it one final play for his love. I beg of you.”
Arthur looked over at Alfred who was now leaning dejectedly against a crosswalk light, waiting for the one on the apposing side of the street to give him the okay to cross. Arthur sighed. What could he do to possibly get his attention, particularly when he seemed to be drifting away every second?
A small child, tears streaming down her face, rushed out of the throng, passed Alfred and headed into the street. Arthur had barely registered a sort of horrified panic, before Alfred had swept forward and plucked her out of harms way, yanking her back to his side of the street. He bent down on his knees and spoke with her, smiling kindly, in a way that seemed to calm her. They talked for another moment or so before Alfred whipped out his cell phone, seeming to ask the girl for a number. Not a minute or so later her parents arrived, terrified and breathless. Although he couldn’t hear them, Arthur could tell that they were thanking Alfred profusely as they hugged their little girl. When they left Alfred watched them go, looking slightly cheered if still somewhat depressed.
Arthur watched in silence through the entire scene, he could feel Francis’s eyes on him, but he refused to be distracted. He sensed that the child was one of his, an English tourist unused to the bustle of New York City, and he felt a surge of gratefulness towards the other nation. He admired the boy’s heroism and sense of justice, and yet at the same time the wheels in his mind were turning. He was forming a plan; a final play for Alfred’s affection.
“Francis,” He said, turning and grabbing the French nation by the collar of his shirt, “I need to put myself in mortal peril.”
Alfred and Arthur are both quite in love with one another, but they're stuck dancing around each other and can't seem to get together. Arthur makes a deal with Francis in an attempt to get help with the problem, but when Alfred sees them together, he becomes jealous.
This chapter: Spying
The original prompt was: America and England have been dancing around each other for a while, both can't seem to ask each other out. England then starts to spend too much time hanging out with France (when in reality, he's trying to get help from him) and America gets jealous.
*Not required, but I would love it if they somehow include Prussia/Canada <3
Chapter 4
Arthur had arrived at the international meeting room early, just as he always did. Normally this was a great way to spend some time with just his thoughts. Occasionally there would be another early riser, Ludwig perhaps or Japan, but they were generally quiet as well and communicated through nothing more than nods.
Arthur had most certainly not been expecting Francis to be sitting on the table, legs crossed, eyes trained on the door, waiting for him.
“Nice makeup,” Arthur said, “It almost covers your bruise.”
“If you didn’t know it were there, you wouldn’t be able to see it. But no more insults, we need to talk,” Francis gestured to a chair and silently Arthur sat, “Today begins the next phase of our operation ‘Understanding the Target’. For the next few days we shall be carefully observing young Alfred.”
“What sort of observations am I supposed to be making?” Arthur asked, quirking a large eyebrow.
“The step after this is ‘wooing the target’. So we need to learn information that will help you court him. What does he like? Where does he like to go? What does he want in a man?” Francis twirled his hand as he spoke as though to add more excitement to his words.
“He likes being the center of attention, going to fast food restaurants, and superheroes,” Arthur said flatly, “There. We’re done.”
“If you really want to spend the rest of your days eating at McDonalds while he tries to get people to look at him by climbing in a ball pit, so be it. If not, than I suggest that you, Angleterre, listen to me.”
Arthur frowned and considered this. Perhaps Alfred did have more complicated interests, and besides he needed to find a way to get Alfred to look at him, for he was certain that he didn’t care much about him now.
oOoOo
Spaceman Jones held his laserblaster close to his face as he peered around the corner of the Martian base. His partner, Krk’lnd, a sexy alien from planet Venus had been hypnotized and kidnapped by the hideous Martians. The Martians had gross tentacle,s which ended with extra eyeballs, sprouting out of their heads.
They used their creepy hair eyes to try and confuse other people and lead them astray. That’s what had happened to Krk’lnd, and Spacemen Jones needed to get him back. Yet as he peered around the corner Jones was met by a horrifying sight. Krk’lnd was wrapped in the arms of an especially disgusting Martian. Krk’lnd was smiling up at the Martian, but his eyes were out of focus.
Very carefully Spaceman Jones leveled his laserblaster at the Martian’s big, hideous, stupid, ugly face and pulled the trigger. BANG
oOoOo
“He just walked into a stop sign,” Francis said.
“I noticed,” Arthur responded, “He’s seemed kind of spaced out lately, I’m starting to worry about the poor lad.”
Francis hit him.
“What the bloody fuck was that for, Frog?” Arthur asked, grabbing his head angrily.
“You called him lad, I was trying to stop you from slipping back into bad behaviors,” Francis told him matter-of-factly, but he was grinning cheekily.
“Never mind, hurry up or we’re going lose him.”
oOoOo
Alfred wandered into an arcade and readied some quarters for an old asteroids machine. He wasn’t much into the game, however, and he quickly lost the four dollars he had had in his pocket. He wandered back out again, sighing heavily and deciding to go back to his apartment.
He hadn’t seen Arthur in the past few days, except in meetings, and he was really starting to worry about it. Arthur and Francis kept disappearing together as soon as work was over, and no matter how hard he looked he couldn’t find them. What if they really were together? What if he’d lost any chance to win Arthur’s heart?
oOoOo
“Odd, I would have thought he’d spend hours in there,” Arthur murmured as he and Francis snuck out of the Arcade behind Alfred.
“This is disgusting! I can’t believe it has my name on it!” Francis had purchased a cup of French fries from the arcade in order to stop them from getting kicked out. He was holding one up between his fingers and it seemed to wilt.
“Don’t look at me, I call them chips,” Arthur said, “Now hurry up we need to follow him.”
“Why hurry?” France asked shrugging, “He is going very slowly.”
Arthur frowned as he watched the young nation. Alfred’s usual optimism and energy seemed to have been draining out of him as they had watched him over the past few days. He seemed sick, and Arthur was ready to give up on the stakeout and go make sure he was taken care of.
“What do you think is wrong with him?” Arthur asked, not entirely expecting a response.
Francis glanced over at him for a mere moment before saying, “I think he is love sick.”
“Love sick!?” Arthur shouted before quickly ducking behind a garbage can in case Alfred looked in their direction.
“Yes. Look at him. He is clearly in love. Listless, depressed, distracted, his expression is that of young romantic hero.”
Arthur bit his lip and he stopped following Alfred.
“What is wrong Angleterre?” Francis inquired, actually sounding concerned.
“Who do you think he’s in love with?” Arthur asked quietly.
“It could be you.”
“It could be anybody! Oh god! What if I’m too late.? What if he’s fallen for someone else and I never get a chance to say how I feel? Oh fuck! I’ve taken to long!”
“Angleterre, you must calm down. There is absolutely no reason for you to be panicking. I think it rather likely that you are the one that he has fallen for. Our job may be considerably easier than I had first imagined!” Francis grinned, clapping Arthur on the back.
“How do you mean?”
“Well, we might be able to skip straight to the final step: ‘Confession’. If he loves you already than there needn’t be any more studying or wooing. You are what he wants in a man so there is nothing that you need to change or improve upon. You’ve already overcome your own problems with this relationship. You simply need to tell him how you feel!” Francis was overjoyed, flushed with triumph and the closeness of his project’s completion. Arthur, however, seemed much less sure.
He bit his lip, contemplating what Francis had told him, but then simply shook his head. It seemed too good to be true. There was no way that Alfred would have fallen for him. He was short and stodgy, plain and unimpressive. There was nothing about him that could possibly attract someone as vivacious and shining as Alfred. He sighed deeply and looked back at Francis.
“No. It’s someone else I’m sure of it. I should just call it quits now before I cause any problems.”
Francis made a pained noise in the back of his throat. “You are so close, Angleterre, you cannot give up now. If you refuse to believe that you are the object of his affection than at least give it one last chance. Give it one final play for his love. I beg of you.”
Arthur looked over at Alfred who was now leaning dejectedly against a crosswalk light, waiting for the one on the apposing side of the street to give him the okay to cross. Arthur sighed. What could he do to possibly get his attention, particularly when he seemed to be drifting away every second?
A small child, tears streaming down her face, rushed out of the throng, passed Alfred and headed into the street. Arthur had barely registered a sort of horrified panic, before Alfred had swept forward and plucked her out of harms way, yanking her back to his side of the street. He bent down on his knees and spoke with her, smiling kindly, in a way that seemed to calm her. They talked for another moment or so before Alfred whipped out his cell phone, seeming to ask the girl for a number. Not a minute or so later her parents arrived, terrified and breathless. Although he couldn’t hear them, Arthur could tell that they were thanking Alfred profusely as they hugged their little girl. When they left Alfred watched them go, looking slightly cheered if still somewhat depressed.
Arthur watched in silence through the entire scene, he could feel Francis’s eyes on him, but he refused to be distracted. He sensed that the child was one of his, an English tourist unused to the bustle of New York City, and he felt a surge of gratefulness towards the other nation. He admired the boy’s heroism and sense of justice, and yet at the same time the wheels in his mind were turning. He was forming a plan; a final play for Alfred’s affection.
“Francis,” He said, turning and grabbing the French nation by the collar of his shirt, “I need to put myself in mortal peril.”