The red strings (FrUK)

Chapter ten

"How on earth were you able to make something like this?" He asked. I smiled "you must be really impressed huh? I expected that" I laughed, sipping my tea. I looked at him whose face was in disbelief.  "Arthur... you are something else," he laughed nervously. This is perfect! I can't wait to tell Kiku and Alfred of my success. This ought to mean that he is falling for me. This was exciting. "How about next time I cook for you" Francis suggested smiling at me. "Are you sure? I don't mind-."  I was cut off "don't even worry about it really! A fine man like you should not be in the kitchen cooking anyways," Francis laughed out.

"Eh? I guess it was no trouble really" I smiled confusedly. "Yes I know, but I want to cook for you" Francis smiled nicely at me. "Oh...okay then," I said smiling back at him. I still see this as a success. Soon after we finished breakfast, it was time for Francis to leave. "We will be in touch" he smiled waving a bye to me. Once I closed the door, I jumped around excited. This was a success!!!!

~three days later~
"Yeah, He had a bad hangover, so I made him breakfast" I smiled as Alfred and Kiku spit out their coffee. "Are you okay?" I asked them worried. "Tell me you didn't!" Alfred grabbed me, horrified. "What? He seemed to like it," I said, smiling proud of myself. "That poor man, I hope he is healthy still" Alfred added scared. "Arthur.... how long did he stay," Kiku asked worriedly. "After breakfast" I added, and their faces dropped. I have no idea what is wrong with them. "He was probably going to a hospital," I heard Alfred whisper to Kiku. "Hey!" I said hearing what he said. "I think that may have put you back to square one," Kiku said worriedly. "Really? He said that he wanted to cook for me instead" I said thinking about it. "Probably So he doesn't have to eat your excuse of food ever again," Kiku said to Alfred. "Now you are not even trying to hide your insults," I said annoyed at them.

"He also said we will be keeping in touch" I added looking away and they stopped laughing. "That is actually a good sign," Kiku added. "I know, it was my cooking! Who wouldn't fall in love with me after that?" I asked, laughing. However, I could still see them making faces at each other. "Well, at least that is a sign you two will interact again; I will give you that" Kiku explained organizing the papers on his desk.

"What do I do now?" I asked, confused. "I guess... wait for him to talk to you" Alfred suggested. "This one is tricky" he added laughing into his hand. I saw Alfred and Kiku get really close and I felt my body go stiff as I could hear my heartbeat. Without thinking, my body got up on its own, and I tried to push them together. "What are you doing?" Alfred asked, trying to push me off. "Just kiss already," I said, trying to push them together. What was I doing? Why can't I stop this? Finally. Alfred was able to push me away. "What is wrong with you?" They asked, breathing out deeply.

"I don't know; it is like my body moved on its own; I could not stop it," I said worried backing up from them. "The lady, she warned me that something like this would happen if I took too long," I said, and their eyes widened. "But why us?" Kiku asked, confused. I looked at him nervously, and he finally caught on. "Are you serious? Is that why you did not say anything?" Kiku asked nervously. Alfred lifted an eyebrow, confused. "What happened?" Alfred asked. I shook my head to Kiku, gesturing for him not to say anything.

"So, we need to get him to fall in love with you. Have you tried flirting with him?" Alfred asked. "I....actually have not," I said realizing that. They both looked at me with a smirk. "I have no idea how to flirt; I do not think this idea is good," I said worriedly. "It is not hard; here try it on me, pretend I am Francis, " Alfred laughed, sitting up straight and putting his chin on his palm. "I don't know...do I have to?" I asked, looking at him in disgust. "Yes," Kiku answered, watching keenly. "Well..... how, I ... do you.... uh, you do not make me want to throw up half the time," I said, disgusted, trying to force a smile.

"That was good, but try to sound less insulting also, stop forcing a smile," Kiku suggested looking annoyed. I breathed out and looked at Alfred. I rubbed my eyes uneasy. This is hard. "Well, Francis, I guess you have really nice hair, and your eyes are really nice. If I was not annoyed looking at your face, I guess you would look kind of cute" I finished the sentence, and Kiku shook his head. "No! Again" Kiku demanded, rolling up a book and hitting me over the head with it.

"Fine, just give me a second to warm up," I said, rolling my sleeves up and breathing in and out. "Dude! This isn't the Olympics; just say something nice," Alfred said, trying to get me to snap out of it. "Fine!" I said, ready.
"Francis, every time I see you, I wonder how soft your hair would feel if I brushed my hands through them. Also, you smell really good all the time, like strawberries or something, and you are really nice to me" I had closed my eyes for a bit until I heard Kiku hit Alfred. I opened my eyes and saw both of them look horrified somewhere.

I turned my head to where they were facing and saw Francis standing there with a brown paper bag in his hands. "You think I smell like strawberries?" He asked, chuckling a bit.
I really want to die right now.

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