One Punk Man

12.

"I hope this is okay," Sakura muttered to herself, watching the mirror. She spun around, looking her form in the dress from every angle. It was a dark red dress adorned with laces. It underlined her elegant posture. The Japanese's hair was tied in a bun, a small flower clipped in it, matching her red lips. Claiming that she was nervous for the upcoming evening was an understatement.
The clock almost struck seven as Arthur waited in his car in front of her house. He almost stopped breathing when he saw her exiting the house. His gaze did not cease form her as she got into his car.

"W-wow, y-you look," he whispered, clearing his throat. "Y-you look s-stunning." Sakura's face brightened. Her small grin turned into a big smile, while her face's colour matched Arthur's. "T-Thank you."

The Brit tried with every fibre of his body to not glimpse at her too often while driving. He had thought her adorable and cute, but today she looked absolutely breath-taking. "A-Are you excited?"

"W-What?" she was startled by his question. But of course she was excited and nervous; he would confess to her tonight and the girl would reciprocate his feelings.

Arthur detected her strange expression – although he did not quite understand why – and clarified his inquiry once again. "I-I mean for tonight's party and event."

The blonde was a little confused of why she would wear such a startled look on her face. It did not help him at all, considering that he would openly admit his feelings to her tonight. They arrived at the Kirkland household, loud music shaking the building while familiar people were streaming into the house. Sakura's friends detected her as she and Arthur entered the house. Felicia rushed to the Japanese, hugging her tightly. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

"T-Thank you. You look beautiful too."

Both chatted while Ludwig looked around; probably looking for the bar to get a beer. Arthur felt a little out of place and left the two girls to chat alone. He would need a drink to calm his nerves, especially for the later part of the night. Walking to the kitchen, he grabbed a beer trying to avoid anyone's questions and weird glimpses. Nevertheless, Arthur could not stop himself from observing Sakura through the open kitchen door. For him, she was the most stunning person in the house and every time she smiled, the room would lighten up. He could picture himself next to her, holding hands together, but dismissed the thought quickly. If she would feel the same way as he did, he would be the happiest man in the world.

"You need to tell her," Francis whispered in his ear, too close for Arthur's comfort. "What do you want?" The Brit hissed once again, getting annoyed every time the Frenchman was indicating something about his love for Sakura.

"It is obvious that you love her. Go on," Francis pressed, "I have a bet to win."

The last sentence got him a nudge in the rips. "You made a bloody bet?"

Francis laughed heart fully, "You don't think I am the only one, don't you?"

Arthur's fingers pinched his bridge of the nose. "Are you bloody jesting? Please do not tell me that you made a wager with our classmates?"

"Well, Emily started it," Francis slapped his shoulder, "but honestly, I think the two of you would be cute. You two are made for each other."

Silence filled the room before Francis continued mischievously, "And she does look really nice today."

That was all it took for the punk get angry and to disappear out of the room. He found her quickly and stayed with her, talking and making jokes. He did not leave her side for the rest of the evening; glancing darkly at every present male who dared to look at her with a wink or smirk