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Arthur cocked his head, and smiled at Francis.
"Hey, wait here." He said, then pulled Riley into his kitchen. "Whats wrong Riley?" He demanded, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing...I'm just kinda...Intimidated...I guess" I muttered looking at my hands. I frowned a bit then looked back at Arthur and shrugged.

"Bonjour? mon amour, i am vaaitinng!" Francis called, looking around. Arthur raised his eyebrows, and sighed at Riley.
"You shouldn't be intimidated!" He said, when Francis rounded the corner, rubbing his stubbly chin.
"Somesing' wrong?" Francis purred, and Arthur looked at Riley. "Is there?"

I growled subconsiously at his flawless accent and ripped myself from Arthur's grasp "Nothing's wrong...I'm just tired, you know...just woke up..." I sneered at Francis. I pushed past him and went to get my coffee.

Francis raised his eyebrows as Riley pushed her way past him, and walked over to Arthur.
"Vous pourriez faire mieux.." He whispered in Arthur's ear, making Arthur frown. The frenchman turned back to Riley, before glaring. "fille salope." He growled at her.

Just because I didn't speak french didn't mean I couldn't grasp the insult her spat "Yeah? Well, vete a la mierda" I spat at him in Spanish, I flashed my middle finger and jogged upstairs. I pretty much just said 'f*ck you' to my boyfriend's favorite Ex, then flashed the middle finger at him. Wow, bravo Riley, great people skills! I thought sourly, slamming myself in Arthur's room and waiting fo the frenchman to leave.

"RILEY!" Arthur snapped, knowing both French and Spanish. He glared at Francis, who grabbed his hand right before he could run up to Her.
"Ohonhonhon~ Arthur, just leave her she's no good vor you." He purred, and Arthur sighed, looking down at his shoes.

I growled and looked at my feet, angry with what I'd said. He deserved it though, calling me a whatever the h*ll he called me! I growled further and sat on my bed, trying to figure out my next move "El hecho de que él puede hablar francés de mierda no quiere decir que tiene que Dios maldito derecho a la maldición que me fuera. Perra estúpida!" I muttered (Just because he can f*cking speak French doesn't mean he has the God d*mned right to curse me out. Stupid b*tch!) looking at me feet I sighed again. I was surprised that I remebered so much Spanish from senior year in high school, not to mention all of the curses aswell.

Francis sighed and let go of Arthur, and walked upstairs, leaving the Brit standing confusedly.
"Mme Riley?" (miss riley) Francis asked knocking on the dor, before easily opening it. He walked over to Riley and looked down at her, before running a hand through his perfect blonde hair.
"I vanted to say i am very very sorry, for ah, vhat i said to you~" He said, looking around Arthur's room. "Wow, Arthur surely has changed things around here..." He muttered.

I shot a glare at Francis, I didn't even know what he said "Yeah, I'm sorry too. For saying what I said to you..." I muttered, pretty sure he didn't speak spanish. I looked around he room also and notced that my own personal flare had corrupted the room. Riffs for my bass hung on the walls in that messy, horrid, hand-writting that I possesed. A lot of my clothes were scattered around the floor too, along with a few picks here and there "Yeah, that's kinda' my fault" I muttered.

Francis took Riley's hand, and squeezed it, smiling, his dazzling blue eyes shining.
"No it's my 'vault.." He muttered, then suddenly kissing Riley.

My eyes were wide with shock when he kissed me. But they slowly closed, as much as I hated the bugger, he enchanted me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back slightly, but I didn't exactly know why I did. I wanted to pull back and slap him, but I couldn't pull myself away from his strong arms around the small of my back. My cheeks were painted bright red when the kiss ended, mostly from embarrasment, but some from anger. I blinked, unsure or what to say. I stuttered for words, trying to jumble over my emotions. Anger, consusion, happiness? What was that last one? I shook a bit, but then looked at Francis. His beautiful eyes..."What was that for?" I asked, breathlessly.

Francis smirked, kissing her again.
"Felt ze need." He said huskily, then he ran a hand through his hair again. Francis kissed Riley once more, before turning and walking downstairs where Arthur sat drinking some tea.
"Oh, god you frog, you were up there long! Did you and Riley work things out?" He asked.

He kissed me twice more. I was so confused. I felt tears in my eyes, though I wasn't sure what for. I took a step back when he ran downstairs and felt a need to go after him. I shook my head, no. I didn't love this man, I didn't. But why did he kiss me? I growled and kicked the bed frame, but hurt my foot and stumbled back "oouucccchh" I moaned, grabbing my toe and frowning. I didn't want to go downstairs, I didn't know what to do.

Francis smiled and nodded, straightening his shirt.
"You know i did make things better, mon amour!" Francis said, wrapping an arm around Arthur's waist, pulling him closer.
"You know, mon amour...Vous regardez une grande..Je t'aime." He murmured, kissing Arthur softly. The brit quickly pulled away, a deep crimson blush covering his face. Francis pulled a rose out of what seemed, no where, and pushed it into Arthur's hands.