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    It was just another day at the academy, Francis did not want to wake up that morning. So of course he worried more about just getting ready for school, appearance wise. He had gotten dressed and brushed his shoulder length hair, then had gotten dressed and was pretty much out the door other than grabbing his backpack. One of the few things that kept him attending school was Arthur. But that was just complicated.

    I will take that part of Arthur Kirkland. But I must first make the response. Sorry, but I take pride in my work , and I have to just jump on this opportunity. :3

    Arthur Kirkland, a known sharp tongued and bright gentleman, was in the main hall. He was chattering away with the other two of the 'mysterious' magic club memberd {brotherhood/Creed}; Lucas and Vladimir, was it? He was going on about how he felt on a current spell, and how it clearly failed. "I just can't put my finger on the damnable thing, but there is something incorrect about the wording." The rather arrogant Brit told, raising his chin, wearing that devilish (smug) grin and arched those thick eyebrows. His right hand drummed his fingertips against the blue leather book and his left hand worked to fix his navy blue tie. His emerald orbs gleamed with slight frustration. "A: Has that frog showed up yet?" "R: Why do you ask Arthur." 'AT; If you knew... it would be foolish.' "A:.... Well, protection." "N; Doesn't seem like that...." "A; Wait, you think, no! Why, I would ne-" "N; That's not what I said."

    (it's fine)


    Francis had recently become used to finding the members of his club in the mornings, but this time he decided he wasn't up for searching the school. He went to go find Arthur instead, thinking that since the room where 'the magic club' was, was closer than the food lovers club or whatever. He stepped into the room and grinned at Arthur and Arthur's friends. "Bonjour, mes amis~"

    Arthur tensed, slowly and loosely looking up over his shoulder spot Francis. The grin grew with a taunting twist. "Speak of the devil, what brings you near?" He asked kind of coldly, glaring. "I don't see why you would want to be by the amazing magic club, dear enemy." He crossed his arms, tempted to move away, yet couldn't find it in him. His emerald eyes grew softer. "Maybe we could teach you a thing or two about the perspective of a frog."

    Francis had to refrain from facepalming. "First of all, Angleterre. I vas just saying hello, like a normal person vould. And second of all vhy do you insist on calling me a frog!?" he asked agitatedly. This was probably the most annoying thing about speaking to Arthur in his point of view. The attitude of this Brit had been getting on his nerves over the years but by now he was able to get over it quickly.

    "Ahahaa, I can't believe you forgot why. Ever heard that you are what you eat? Besides, I called you that ever since the earliest centuries, why go softafter all this time. Just like how I'm mocked by my cooking. Lucky, besides, hi, now go on with w-whatever you do." The British man scoffed, hating that he was failing to get anywhere, but back. It was so hard and he would never admit to even friendship with the French gentleman. Though, the signs were somewhat obvious.

    A faint smile appeared on the Frenchman's face. "It seems zhat both of us are mocked for our cultures." he commented "Zhat's exactly vhy Alfred and I 'agreed to disagree'." As he finished this, he took the hint of being dismissed and left the room. I guess I could find Antonio and Gilbert.. he thought, pivoting on his heel and going to find his two other friends.

    "At least mine don't reign true... Hey wait, I have some questions for you before you go." Arthur Kirkland tried to stop Francis. He stared at the Bonnefoy for a moment before biting his tongue for a moment. "Maybe, I should try to actually learn about your culture, it might help with a current spell I am working on to perfect, so would that be alright?"

    Francis turned to face Arthur, a bit surprised that he'd actually tried to stop him. "Er.... Okay. Vhat do you need to know?" he asked, walking back up to him so they could actually have a conversation..... Though that concept in general was a bit off.

    "What is your favorite food and how do you think of your people?" Arthur asked one important question and a less important one, all to pass the time and to at least try to make some attempt at peace. "How do you think of me?" he finally blurted out, muttering softly as he looked down with shame at himself.

    He waited for Arthur to finish speaking before answering the questions. "Vell, probably Soupe à l'oignon, and my people are vonderful I guess. Zhey're nice and all, unlike ze people from America tend to be." He almost had to force himself to answer the last one. "And.... vhell..... ehh... I like you I guess." He replied, hoping that he wouldn't get slapped or anything like he usually did.

    "What the bloody he-" Great Britain bit his tongue from a sudden gain of mind and reason. He held in a slight frown and glared. "You consider me a ally? =laughter= Really now? Is that some kind of idiotic joke? Don't tell me that you've become soft too." Arthur scrunched his eyebrows in a look of confusion and false shock. There was a light blush on the Brit's face as the fellow 'mages/Magicians' began to whisper and mutter things towards the two.

    Francis recoiled just a bit. Of course! How silly he had been to actually tell the truth to someone such as Arthur. It was like talking to Gilbert. "The ability to feel pain is nothing of being as you say 'soft'." He snapped "Now if you did not need to stop me and ask a question you want a /truthful/ answer to you should not have called me back to you!" He was obviously pissed off at him as of that moment, but was going to get over it eventually. He turned and went to go leave, maybe to find Alfred or Matthew or one of his brothers that wasn't Arthur.

    "Fine! But that wasn't a right answer, Wanker!" Arthur Kirkland sighed, hiding all sorrow from outlooks. He hated the very fact that he was told something so close that he wanted to hear, but yet was mere inches away from the chosen anwser. It broke the British man, but why? Why should he care if that oblivious man didn't- well, clearly Arthur was being foolish. 'For God's sake, I'm England, Great Britian of The United Kingdoms, I don't need some Frenchman's words of approval. Why should I give in?! He's a limey and that's all... So then I do care, why?! The nation simply took a seat as his friends panicked about his well-being.

    Francis had found Matthew in his usual place with the Canadian club. Matt was frantically trying to figure out what had gotten Francis so angry and was going through a list of things that usually got him upset. "Matthieu it's okay, its nothing zat you 'ave done. Just calm down and so vill i"

    "Were you hoping for hatred? The enemy status?" Norway asked, raising a eyebrow as he knew the truth. "No, I guess there's no hiding it now, you two gits just get into everything I do! " Arthur continued ranting on. His body seemed to slump as he took a seat. "But tell anyone and I'll be sure to send you to someone's nether regions." The Kirkland man threatened, resting his head in his hands. "How about you just go on?" Romania qquestioned, chuckling as he revealed those large canines. "No! I should try a spell or potion." Britain growled, glaring with much anger.

    Matthew sighed and gave up, he only had one guess left anyway. "Was it Arthur..?" He asked quietly, Francis nodded but didnt say anything else on that topic. He instead decided to change the subject. "So 'ow 'as your luck vith Canadian club been?" He asked, Matthew shrugged "It's just me and..." he paused to try and remember his polar bear's name. "Kumajirou"

    "You are hopeless at this thing... I see why Alfred left you for idependence."The Romanian insulted Arthur, hoping to get him to just go on and move forward or fess up. His crimson eyes stared through the Brit, before getting a few hateful words. "Fine, you know what, I will tell him later, I'll go see if he hates me greatly, that man!" He went to head off and search for help to achieve such.

    Francis smiled at him "Well maybe I could find someone to join with you" he suggested, Matthew shook his head "No thank you, papa.. Nobody really notices me anyway so it's not like they'd remember to come" it was kind of a good point