Cooking: It's in your Hands [1/3]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 15:14:58 UTC
"Mon dieu, how does he live like this!?He cringes at the way his few beautiful French words sound as they're offered in a rough voice. He's regrets teasing Arthur for his French in the past, if only because he could see it wasn't entirely his fault
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Cooking: It's in your Hands [2/3]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 15:29:48 UTC
It's then that the phone starts shrieking again and Francis lurches for it.
"Goo-" He starts, before he realises he's supposed to be Arthur. He clears his throat, and lets his best English accent flow with his words, "Hullo?"
"Francis?" His own voice answers him - it's quite odd hearing it, "That was the worst British accent I've ever heard."
"Yes, yes, so you keep telling me - though your French accent is nightmarish also. What are you calling for?"
He owns a very pleasant laugh.
"My scones are perfect!" Arthur proclaims proudly, "You can't deny it this time; I've had Antonio and Gilbert taste them. They asked for seconds!"
Francis feels his - Arthur's - mouth drop open, "P-Pardon?"
Oh, please, don't let it be true! He'll never hear the end of it! And it isn't fair! He's the one that cooks! He's the one that has fashion sense and can cut hair with the best of them! Arthur's only supposed to sit with his tea and his crumpets, play with his wand and sail the seven seas!
Cooking: It's in your Hands [3/3]
anonymous
May 25 2009, 15:40:29 UTC
He feels deep blue eyes burning into his - Arthur's - forehead. They're fiery and quite frightening. He supposes half an hour of pleasant chatter is better than even one more hour in Arthur's body. He's sure many people think of him as crazy anyway (they'd heard about his Christmas run - including the tale of his appreciating Ivan's skin).
Francis swallows, steels his pride and smiles in a way he hopes appears charming, bowing slightly with his left hand outstretched, "Good afternoon, mon cherie. I must say you look lovely this evening." Such sweet words sound very weird coming out of Arthur's mouth, in Arthur's voice, but Francis doesn't let himself get distracted.
The fairy scowls - remarkably, a lot like Arthur does - and huffs. Her voice is as tiny as the rest of her.
"Don't think you can charm me, mister!" She says with a waggle of her tiny finger, "I know what you've done to poor Arthur all these years. PervertFrancis doesn't receive a chance to protect his good name; Honey is still talking
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Re: Cooking: It's in your Hands [3/3]
anonymous
May 26 2009, 04:49:17 UTC
This anon thinks your theory must be true! Its hard to imagine someone who loves cooking as much as Arthur does being horrible at it without some other reason for it.
Re: Cooking: It's in your Hands [3/3]
anonymous
May 26 2009, 22:52:32 UTC
Please please PLEASE write more! This is just too much fun, and there´s so much I want to see- how things are going with Alfred? And Ludwig? And how´s Arthur coping with not seeing his magical friends? This is so cool and well written and I´m loving it!
(assuming he can´t see them in France´s body. I´m not sure)
chaos ensures...
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"Goo-" He starts, before he realises he's supposed to be Arthur. He clears his throat, and lets his best English accent flow with his words, "Hullo?"
"Francis?" His own voice answers him - it's quite odd hearing it, "That was the worst British accent I've ever heard."
"Yes, yes, so you keep telling me - though your French accent is nightmarish also. What are you calling for?"
He owns a very pleasant laugh.
"My scones are perfect!" Arthur proclaims proudly, "You can't deny it this time; I've had Antonio and Gilbert taste them. They asked for seconds!"
Francis feels his - Arthur's - mouth drop open, "P-Pardon?"
Oh, please, don't let it be true! He'll never hear the end of it! And it isn't fair! He's the one that cooks! He's the one that has fashion sense and can cut hair with the best of them! Arthur's only supposed to sit with his tea and his crumpets, play with his wand and sail the seven seas!
"You heard me, git! My. Cooking. Is. Bloody. ( ... )
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Francis swallows, steels his pride and smiles in a way he hopes appears charming, bowing slightly with his left hand outstretched, "Good afternoon, mon cherie. I must say you look lovely this evening." Such sweet words sound very weird coming out of Arthur's mouth, in Arthur's voice, but Francis doesn't let himself get distracted.
The fairy scowls - remarkably, a lot like Arthur does - and huffs. Her voice is as tiny as the rest of her.
"Don't think you can charm me, mister!" She says with a waggle of her tiny finger, "I know what you've done to poor Arthur all these years. PervertFrancis doesn't receive a chance to protect his good name; Honey is still talking ( ... )
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It's so amusing seeing Arthur living it out in Francis' body after always bad mouthing him. Anxious for the next part!
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LOL, I loved this so much. xD Poor Francis...♥;
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This. In my head I saw Francis being all 'oh no he didn't' with Arthur bringing up the double whammy of cooking well and hanging out with his besties.
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Love for this fill Writer!Anon!! Much love!
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(assuming he can´t see them in France´s body. I´m not sure)
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