notes; I realize in the anime Canada and America have actual physical differences- And it's kind of sad if England and France mistake them. But this prompt is awesome and I couldn't resist, so bare with me :D
Rain splattered hard against the cement floor as Arthur Kirkland hissed under his breath and ran toward the Commons building, his sandy blonde hair underneath his beloved English History textbook. As he reached the undercover of the large expanse of a building, Arthur wiped the cover of the book with the hem of his wool peacoat and jammed it haphazardly into his messenger bag (which was slightly unlike him). For him, the weather was just a bloody reminder of home, but at the same time, the cool temperature and the wet environment made the thought of seeing his sunny and bright boyfriend all the more enticing.
Students that he recognized jerked their chin at the Brit, or greeted him with a hello as Arthur walked in. It wasn’t exactly a big school, and students and gossip often went around quite fast. His eyes scanned the Commons area for a spot to sit in. He had half a mind to order some tea from the coffee bar just down the hall.
Yes, he decided. Then I’ll go find Alfred.
Alfred had tried to come over to Arthur’s in the past two days early in the morning when Arthur’s roommate was asleep so the two could eat breakfast. One of those two days had worked.
The Briton loved his Portuguese roommate, Alex, but when Alfred had snuck in the first morning, the over-protectiveness of Alex had nearly gotten Alfred unconscious. Of course, things worked for the better the next day. But this morning Alfred hadn’t been able to eat with his new beau because of an assignment that needed to be done. That meant Arthur hadn’t seen Alfred for quite some time.
Yes, Arthur was greedy.
Arthur had tried to ask if it were possible to spend time in Alfred’s dorm, and while his answer had been a ‘no…I don’t think that’s a good idea’, the additional reasoning was sort of vague.
”I don’t think my roommate would appreciate i-i-it… It might be awkward for you…and me.”
It bothered Arthur for a bit, but for now he could respect that. He had yet to meet this mysterious roommate.
Just as he was about to crack open a leisure novel- which he would review with hard criticism, a jingle of SOMEONE’S FROGGY laughter perked his ears.
“You’re so cute,” Francis cooed, running his fingers through Matthew’s soft blonde hair. “And all mine.”
Arthur tensed up. Who was that frog’s new lover? Arthur sank in his seat and craned his neck just a bit.
“Francis, stop,” a voice whispered. “I d-d-don’t want to drag any attention.”
Arthur’s green eyes aimed target at Francis’s light hair tied back with a thin ribbon. He had his bag slung over one shoulder and his left hand intertwined with another’s. Said other’s blonde hair reminded Arthur of-
The mysterious lover’s head turned so Arthur got a quick look at his profile.
Eyes that appeared blue under the light were behind a familiar pair of thin-rimmed glasses.
No...NO…NO, OH GAWD PLEASE NO-
Arthur panicked. A-A-Alfred would n-n-never-
The same smooth skin and rosy lips reached over to peck Francis on the cheek.
Unconsciously, Arthur’s hand reached up to touch the same cheek that had been kissed two nights ago.
“C’mon, my love. You said you’re good with coffee.”
Arthurrrrr <3 and yes, your roommate is now Portugal because of that epic long alliance and yeah !
‘God Bless the USA’ played for the umpteenth time that evening.
Arthur had answered ZILCH of them.
To be fair, it wasn’t the classiest or more straightforward thing to text the American physics student How could you…. He might have been a math whiz, but even Arthur could tell he was oblivious to common English and the atmosphere.
Alex glanced at his roommate in sympathy, taking a seat beside Arthur on his bed. The latter had his legs pulled to his chest, staring at his phone as the designated ringtone died. Alex coughed to break the silent air an rubbed Arthur’s back.
“You didn’t get the whole story…what if you just saw something wrong-“
“It was him, Alex. It was.”
“It was a peck, yes?”
“That snail eater said ‘Love’.”
Alex pried the phone from Arthur’s grasp. “It won’t do much if you just wallow here. Break up with Alfredo the Doucho and come back here. THEN, I’ll beat him up for you!” Alex smiled genuinely.
“Haha.”
“Seriously. Go talk to him. You sort of need to.”
Giving his roommate a look of nerve, Arthur finally nodded. “I have to give him a piece of my mind. I’m not going to just stand here while he does what he likes. That fu—ker won’t here the last of it!”
“Good job, Arthur!” Alex clapped.
Arthur smiled a ‘thank you’ the other man. “’Scuse me while I throw knives to get into Francis’s room.”
Alex was still smiling as Arthur departed their dorm. Only then did he realize what Arthur had just said.
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Lovers at Second Glances 7/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-31 04:36 am (UTC)(link)Rain splattered hard against the cement floor as Arthur Kirkland hissed under his breath and ran toward the Commons building, his sandy blonde hair underneath his beloved English History textbook. As he reached the undercover of the large expanse of a building, Arthur wiped the cover of the book with the hem of his wool peacoat and jammed it haphazardly into his messenger bag (which was slightly unlike him). For him, the weather was just a bloody reminder of home, but at the same time, the cool temperature and the wet environment made the thought of seeing his sunny and bright boyfriend all the more enticing.
Students that he recognized jerked their chin at the Brit, or greeted him with a hello as Arthur walked in. It wasn’t exactly a big school, and students and gossip often went around quite fast. His eyes scanned the Commons area for a spot to sit in. He had half a mind to order some tea from the coffee bar just down the hall.
Yes, he decided. Then I’ll go find Alfred.
Alfred had tried to come over to Arthur’s in the past two days early in the morning when Arthur’s roommate was asleep so the two could eat breakfast. One of those two days had worked.
The Briton loved his Portuguese roommate, Alex, but when Alfred had snuck in the first morning, the over-protectiveness of Alex had nearly gotten Alfred unconscious. Of course, things worked for the better the next day.
But this morning Alfred hadn’t been able to eat with his new beau because of an assignment that needed to be done. That meant Arthur hadn’t seen Alfred for quite some time.
Yes, Arthur was greedy.
Arthur had tried to ask if it were possible to spend time in Alfred’s dorm, and while his answer had been a ‘no…I don’t think that’s a good idea’, the additional reasoning was sort of vague.
”I don’t think my roommate would appreciate i-i-it… It might be awkward for you…and me.”
It bothered Arthur for a bit, but for now he could respect that. He had yet to meet this mysterious roommate.
Just as he was about to crack open a leisure novel- which he would review with hard criticism, a jingle of SOMEONE’S FROGGY laughter perked his ears.
“You’re so cute,” Francis cooed, running his fingers through Matthew’s soft blonde hair. “And all mine.”
Arthur tensed up. Who was that frog’s new lover? Arthur sank in his seat and craned his neck just a bit.
“Francis, stop,” a voice whispered. “I d-d-don’t want to drag any attention.”
Arthur’s green eyes aimed target at Francis’s light hair tied back with a thin ribbon. He had his bag slung over one shoulder and his left hand intertwined with another’s. Said other’s blonde hair reminded Arthur of-
The mysterious lover’s head turned so Arthur got a quick look at his profile.
Eyes that appeared blue under the light were behind a familiar pair of thin-rimmed glasses.
No...NO…NO, OH GAWD PLEASE NO-
Arthur panicked. A-A-Alfred would n-n-never-
The same smooth skin and rosy lips reached over to peck Francis on the cheek.
Unconsciously, Arthur’s hand reached up to touch the same cheek that had been kissed two nights ago.
“C’mon, my love. You said you’re good with coffee.”
Arthurrrrr <3 and yes, your roommate is now Portugal because of that epic long alliance and yeah !
Lovers at Second Glances 7b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-31 05:03 am (UTC)(link)Arthur had answered ZILCH of them.
To be fair, it wasn’t the classiest or more straightforward thing to text the American physics student How could you…. He might have been a math whiz, but even Arthur could tell he was oblivious to common English and the atmosphere.
Alex glanced at his roommate in sympathy, taking a seat beside Arthur on his bed. The latter had his legs pulled to his chest, staring at his phone as the designated ringtone died. Alex coughed to break the silent air an rubbed Arthur’s back.
“You didn’t get the whole story…what if you just saw something wrong-“
“It was him, Alex. It was.”
“It was a peck, yes?”
“That snail eater said ‘Love’.”
Alex pried the phone from Arthur’s grasp. “It won’t do much if you just wallow here. Break up with Alfredo the Doucho and come back here. THEN, I’ll beat him up for you!” Alex smiled genuinely.
“Haha.”
“Seriously. Go talk to him. You sort of need to.”
Giving his roommate a look of nerve, Arthur finally nodded. “I have to give him a piece of my mind. I’m not going to just stand here while he does what he likes. That fu—ker won’t here the last of it!”
“Good job, Arthur!” Alex clapped.
Arthur smiled a ‘thank you’ the other man. “’Scuse me while I throw knives to get into Francis’s room.”
Alex was still smiling as Arthur departed their dorm. Only then did he realize what Arthur had just said.
“Wait- Francis’s? Not Alfred?!”
Re: Lovers at Second Glances 7b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-02 06:17 am (UTC)(link)Cliffhanger of doom! What happens? LOL at the end there A!A
Re: Lovers at Second Glances 7b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 02:35 am (UTC)(link)