Some noises were heard outside, heavy boots tromping up to the door, but he ignored them. A knock on the door, firm and powerful, along with a flurry of garbled French. A sharp command in German silenced the French and there was no sound for a short time.
He let the tea steep and poured out a mug of coffee for Alfred, pouring in creamer til it paled and added enough sugar to feed and army of ants for a week before setting it before the American. "Isn't it nice? I made it just how you like it."
There was another knock at the door, shaking the barrier to the outside world. Arthur didn't even acknowledge it. Another knock, then more words, some worried and some angry.
He smiled blithely for a moment or two before turning his attention back to the tea. He picked up a small jug of milk, pouring it in over the dark liquid carefully to cool it and calm the bitterness, pulling out the bag and setting it aside. A few dollops of honey and it was perfect. He stirred with the small spoon, standing and watching the colors mix and felt the heavy clump of the viscous honey begin to melt.
The door flew open, making Arthur look up calmly, vaguely curious. "Hello," he greeted with a soft smile, still stirring the tea serenely.
Francis swooned at the sight of the corpse of the American, fainting immediately and falling. Ludwig stared at him coldly for a moment before sighing and turned his gaze to Arthur.
Arthur was a mess, clothing rumpled and ruined, some parts shredded and others gashed, blood sprayed over his blue vest. The American's hand had been manipulated to hold a hamburger, he saw, then narrowed his eyes. There was a deep gash across Alfred's throat, a mockery of a smile, and blood pooling on the floor and all over the body.
Arthur merely smiled and tilted his head in curiosity, then extended a hand with the tea cup on a saucer.
"Fancy a cuppa?"
Yay for crazy~! Sorry for no smexy time, OP! D: I didn't want to ruin the feeling of the distant sort of view, like an outsider looking on. It'd be too voyeuristic and then there's be the blood thing and the kill... ^^;; Anyhow, thanks to all who kept up and read my small little fic!
Re: Love The Way Tou Lie (5b)
He let the tea steep and poured out a mug of coffee for Alfred, pouring in creamer til it paled and added enough sugar to feed and army of ants for a week before setting it before the American. "Isn't it nice? I made it just how you like it."
There was another knock at the door, shaking the barrier to the outside world. Arthur didn't even acknowledge it. Another knock, then more words, some worried and some angry.
He smiled blithely for a moment or two before turning his attention back to the tea. He picked up a small jug of milk, pouring it in over the dark liquid carefully to cool it and calm the bitterness, pulling out the bag and setting it aside. A few dollops of honey and it was perfect. He stirred with the small spoon, standing and watching the colors mix and felt the heavy clump of the viscous honey begin to melt.
The door flew open, making Arthur look up calmly, vaguely curious. "Hello," he greeted with a soft smile, still stirring the tea serenely.
Francis swooned at the sight of the corpse of the American, fainting immediately and falling. Ludwig stared at him coldly for a moment before sighing and turned his gaze to Arthur.
Arthur was a mess, clothing rumpled and ruined, some parts shredded and others gashed, blood sprayed over his blue vest. The American's hand had been manipulated to hold a hamburger, he saw, then narrowed his eyes. There was a deep gash across Alfred's throat, a mockery of a smile, and blood pooling on the floor and all over the body.
Arthur merely smiled and tilted his head in curiosity, then extended a hand with the tea cup on a saucer.
"Fancy a cuppa?"
Yay for crazy~! Sorry for no smexy time, OP! D: I didn't want to ruin the feeling of the distant sort of view, like an outsider looking on. It'd be too voyeuristic and then there's be the blood thing and the kill... ^^;; Anyhow, thanks to all who kept up and read my small little fic!