"What happened between you and _______________?"
Arthur glanced sideways in his seat with an annoyed expression. "Just wait a moment here you git. When you said 'we' on the phone, you didn't mean 'we' as in you, me and these two did you?" He asked pointing at the two men who sat on either side of him. "When one of the Bad Touch Trio says 'we', it indirectly addresses all of us." Francis replied as the albino Prussian nodded in approval. "Now moving on, what happened between you and _______________?" The Brit took a deep breath. "Nothing happened between us." He answered bluntly to the Spaniard.
"Look mi amigo, _______________ is under our care. If something happens to her and her papito finds out, we'll all be dead." The brunette whispered when a middle-aged man passed by eyeing them awkwardly. "'Papito?' You mean she doesn't have a mother?" Antonio silently cursed himself at the revelation he just told them. "She does. I just saw her a few months ago in the bar with another man. _______________ has a broken family."
The three individuals widened their eyes. "Wait a second here Toni, why are you telling this to us now?" Gilbert asked slightly mad. "_______________ told me to keep it a secret. I am in no position to tell her whole story to you so I suggest that you won't ask her anything about it unless she wants to tell you guys. Now going back to Arthur, how did you even get _______________'s number?"
"…gave it to me…"
"Alfred gave her number to me." He replied a slight shade of pink spreading on his face. "I asked for her number from him the first day I saw her." The Frenchman playfully nudged his shoulder. "Ohonhonhon, you're really fast at getting the contacts of the ladies nowadays Arthur." The messy haired blond became annoyed at the continuous nudging and 'ohonhonhon'-ing of his table mate but tried to control it by sipping his cup of tea. "Alright, I answered all of your questions, now can I go? I really need sleep for the conference meeting tomorrow." He excused standing up only to be brought back down by the two men beside him.
Arthur cursed under his breath before the brown-haired Spaniard cleared his throat. "Just so you know amigo, a famous talent scout is going to the bar next month and by that time, it will be _______________'s debut." The Englishman became suspicious at how Antonio spoke. "You can't be telling me not to go to the bar until that time period ends." He complained earning a shake of a head as a response.
"You said you wanted to make it up to _______________, right?" The other two members of the BTT smirked seeing the mischievous look on Antonio's face. "You were the one who answered my call earlier?!" Arthur reacted recalling what he said on the phone that was supposed to be for _______________. "Si." The Spaniard replied as if it was a normal thing and sipped his coffee. "She was already sleeping when you called. She kept on drinking wine after her performance you know."
The Brit covered his face with his hands and muttered something before lifting his head back up. "So, what am I supposed to do?" He asked turning slightly red at the thought about it.
"Easy." The trio grinned.
_______________ rested her head on top of the table. She still had a hangover from her drinking last night and her head hurt like a million elephants jumping up and down her brain as if it was a trampoline. Maybe she should have just gone home and eat potato chips while watching Rise of the Guardians or Les Miserables.
"_______________?" A voice called out from the other side. She wearily stood up from where she sat and opened the door to find a certain blond male outside. Out of instinct she closed the door and pressed her back against it. _______________ looked over to her reflection by the mirror, signs showing that she got out of bed miserably just to go to work.
Shaking that thought off, what on earth is Arthur doing here? Gently, she slightly opened the door, only enough for her to seem him while peeping. "H-Hi Arthur…" She greeted. "Look, _______________, please let me make it up to you." The blond pleaded trying to get in the room. The (h/c) haired girl stood firm at her hold. "You can start by not trying to come in!" She answered as the two battled for dominance of the door.
"Just let me in so we can talk!"
"Come on _______________! Even just for a moment?"
"No!" Unfortunately for her, the British man was stronger and the hangover wasn't helping so he managed to step in the room and closed the door behind him. "I'm not going to do anything to you, I just want to talk." He defended secretly locking the door. "And I don't want to do anything to you, at all." She replied backing away from the individual in front of her.
Without her noticing, Arthur suddenly pinned her down by the side of the table where she couldn't escape. "Will you go out with me?" He asked as the girl's eyes widened. For some reason, his words caused her heart to beat faster than usual. "M-Me? Go out with you?" _______________ repeated trying to hide the blush that formed on her cheeks. "Yes, you know, the normal dating and getting to know each other thing." Arthur stated leaning a bit closer to her.
"…I..." She started off, unsure of what to say to him as a response and what his reaction would be on her answer. The girl covered her lips with the back of her palm and turned to another direction, averting his gaze. "Please Arthur, I want to be alone right now." _______________ answered as the blond man released her and moved a few steps back. "I understand. You can take your time then… I'll be waiting for your answer tomorrow." He told her before leaving the room.
Ever so quickly, the (h/c) haired girl's knees gave in as she sat down on the floor, her (e/c) orbs wide in a daze. She wasn't so sure if it was real or major hallucinations caused by the hangover. Maybe he really was there but just said something else other than asking her out into a relationship. But then again, he looked so serious…
_______________ mentally slapped herself. Great, what's going on with her? This was definitely not her usual self making a fuss over something so trivial like that. She already received a lot of confessions before back at her hometown and she all rejected them easily and gently with a smile but why wasn't she able to do the same to Arthur? "It must have really been the hangover…" She mumbled, helping herself up with the support of the table.
The moment her performance ended, _______________ slipped to the secret door that was in the counter where the trio was talking idly amongst themselves with their drinks. "Is something wrong, frau?" Gilbert asked the moment his red eyes landed on you. "U-Um… Yeah… Toni, you told me that I can always tell you guys something right?" She lowered her head, making her (h/c) locks slightly cover her face.
"Of course you can chica~ We're always open~" The Spaniard replied with a reassuring smile. "Take a seat." He said scooting over to where Francis and Gilbert were. "I want to ask you guys something…" She began nervously, fiddling with her fingers, not daring to meet the trio's gaze. "What do you call that feeling when your heart beats faster than usual, when your mind becomes fuzzy all of a sudden, when you get that tingling sensation in your stomach? I-It's just an effect of a hangover right?"
The three were flabbergasted. All had their eyes as wide as saucers upon hearing her words. _______________ looked at them confused at their reaction. "Toni?" The addressed was the first to break out of the trance and nudged the other two. "_______________, to whom are you feeling like this to?" The Prussian asked causing the girl to lower her head and hide her blush.
"To… Arthur…" Was her reply. Antonio and Gilbert looked at each other worriedly before turning to Francis in hope that he knew the answer. The French sighed. "Is this the first time you felt like this mon cher?" _______________ nodded. "Let me tell you straight then…" He paused taking a sip from his glass.
"It may sound crazy _______________ but… That feeling you have right now is called love, to feel it for the first time… It only means that Arthur is your first love."