The next day, Arthur met you by the doors of the cafeteria. Eliza had already left because you accidentally over slept. You smiled at him and he opened the door to let you in.
“Over slept?” He asked.
You rubbed you eyes and nodded. “Did you wait up for me?”
He only shrugged and gave you a small smile.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, then.” You told him.
The two of you got on line and you decided to try food from the Britain section of the line with Arthur. The two of you had just gotten out of line when he the long blonde haired and blue eyed Frenchman walked up to you,
“(Name)! Mon ami!” he said. “Its been a while, hasn't it?”
“What are you doing here, wanker?” Arthur asked, glaring.
“Oh, hey Francis.” You said.
He looked at Arthur, ignoring you. “I'm here to talk to (name) here, to catch up!”
“You two haven’t spoken since the day she got here.” Arthur said.
“That’s exactly why she and I must catch up!” Francis replied.
You cleared your throat, they were doing it again. “Ah, boys, I’m still right here.”
Arthur was the first to respond. “Oh, I’m sorry, love.” He said. “I keep doing it, don’t I?”
You nod and Francis spoke. “My apologies, mon cher.” He took your hand and placed a kiss on it.
You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up. “Ah… it’s fine you two.”
With that, the three of you walked to a table that was by everyone else because there was no room where Gilbert and Eliza sat because some new people were there that you recognized from your first day. You recognized then as the five boys from each of the Nordic countries.
As you ate, Francis and Arthur chatted with you, asking questions. It was nothing out of the norm. After class you ate, the two boys walked you to class.
Its been four days. Four days since you burned your hand. Arthur was walking you to the nurse as he usually did to get the bandages changed. Its also been four days since you told Arthur about your birthday. There was only three more days. On Sunday, you would be one year older.
Arthur, and Francis for that matter, has been around you since that day at breakfast. Arthur would walk you to class, sometimes with Francis. Then he’d be right there at the end of class to take you to the next one, almost half the time Francis tagged along. As you would walk to class with them, they would bombard you with questions about yourself and you would answer. Your answers would lead into long conversations about nothing in particular. Hen Arthur would ask you another question and another conversation would bloom.
its not like you didn’t mind their company, its just that you thought it was out of the ordinary for Arthur and absolutely bizarre for Francis because the two of you haven’t spoken to each other since the day you met him. You sighed. After the deal with the nurse you were going to ask Arthur what was going on.
You blink as you heard your name almost shouted. You shook your head and looked at Arthur.
“You're a million miles away.” He said, a small smile of slight admiration cracking his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You replied. “I was just… lost in thought.”
“What were you thinking about?”
Before you could answer, you reached the nurses office. She immediately got to work on your hand, re-bandaging it, etc. when she finished, the two of you left, your hand freshly wrapped in new bandages.
“So are you going to tell me what you were thinking about before?” Arthur asked one more time.
“Oh… um… yeah. I was thinking about how you and Francis have been acting all strangely lately.” You answered.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“Like you keep asking me all sorts of questions about what I like and stuff like that.” You replied.
“Oh. Well we’re just trying to get to know you better, that’s all, love.” He told you.
“I can understand Francis doing that, but you, Arthur? We’ve been friends since I got here.” You said. “Sides, at this rate, you’ll know more about me then I know about you.”
“Oh?” He rose an eyebrow at you.
You nodded. “All I really know about if that you have a few older siblings and one little brother.”
“Well then, why don’t you ask me questions? What do you want to know?” Arthur said.
“Well… what are your brothers like?” You asked.
“Drunks, the lot of them. Except Peter. He's just a pain.” He explained. “What else would you like to know?”
After that, for awhile, you kept going back and forth with a lot of questions about Arthur’s family. You found out a lot about Allistor, Arthur’s brother from Scotland, Dylan, his brother from Wales, and little Peter from… you think he said Sealand, but you didn’t exactly believe him.
He met France by the rose bush, just as promised.
“So, Angleterre, did you figure out what you were going to get her?” He asked.
“I have a few ideas. But now I just need the means to complete it, which are easily attainable.” England replied. “It seems that I don’t need your help after al, frog.”
“I thought you wouldn’t.” France grinned. “Lets see who has the better gift.”