The person you hate to love

"It's not finished." Francis said, stirring the frosting in a huge bowl. He set the bowl aside and carefully popped the cake out of the metal pan. He then took a knife and cut the cake into the shape of a rose. He slabbed icing all over it and smoothed it out before placing different colors of fondunt over to top. The end result was a red rose with black thorns. Francis carefully placed the flowers along side the cake and smiled at his work.

Arthur huffed in annoyance, if he'd attempted this, he'd have burnt it to crisp and never even attempted the flowers.
"Bloody frog.." He growled, stalking back over to the couch. He wanted a piece of the cake though, it tugged at him, smelling the delicious dessert, it was so tempting. But he'd already said no..there was no telling what that frog would do now to let him have a piece.

Francis blinked at him, a bit hurt that Arthur didn't want any. "Mon Petit Lapin, would you like some?" He offered again.

"I suppose." Arthur said with a shrug, jumping for joy on the inside that he go to eat some of the cake. He casually stood up and walked over, grabbing a glass and pouring some water into it, before fixing himself a small slice of cake.

Francis smiled a bit and fixed his own self a plate, "I want to start a bakery soon, after college, when I got my degree in colonary arts." Francis said, a bakery had always been his dream. He loved baking and could whip up just about anything.

"Well, it'd probably be the best bakery in town then.." Arthur mumbled, finishing his cake and setting the fork down quietly. He sighed, savoring the remaining flavor that was left in his mouth. He didn't know what he was going to do..work at a bookstore the rest of his life like he did now? No way. Maybe he'd go back to England, see what was there..?

(let's just say today's Saturday xD)

"Thank you, you could work there, be my apprentice..." Francis offered, "What are you majoring in anyways?" He asked.

"Your apprentice?" Arthur scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I cook fine thank you!" He insisted, and thought for a moment.
"History and Literature." He asnwered, standing putting his dishes in the sink. Arthur sighed and yawned again, his head pounding from the hangover.
"Why?"

Francis shrugged, "You should focus on just writing, you're really good at it." He said. Once he'd stumbled upon a short story that Arthur had written, and had fallen in love with the characters and the plot. Everything about his writing was original and perfect. Francis could escape easily into a different world with the guidance of Arthur as the author.

"I will but i need a backup plan if..that doesn't work.." Arthur mused, he hadn't written a good story in over a year, and he didn't know how Francis knew about him writing..!
"What about you? You need some sort of..plan."

"A plan B? I don't know. I'm only good at cooking." Francis said, a small bell of sadness in his voice.

"No you're not. You're good at art~!" Arthur insisted, having seen some of France's paintings.

Francis shrugged when his phone buzzed violently. He fished it from his pocket and flipped the small phone open "Bonjour?" He asked

"Yo Francy-pants! It's like an awesome emergancy man! I need you at the mall in like asap!" Gilbert's voice said, sounding tired. Arthur frowned, and raised an eyebrow.

France sighed and nodded, "Oui, I'll be there in a moment." He said, clicking the phone shut and looking at Arthur.
"It's Gilbert, he needs help at the mall. I'll be back~" France promised, walking out the door.

Arthur nodded and watched him leave. Not 30 minutes later, but long enough for France to have gotten to the mall and been there a mall, Arthur's phone buzzed and he answered it.
"Ello?"
"Arthur!? Francis is in like serious trouble! It's really bad and we need your help RIGHT AWAY!" Gilbert's familiar voice chimed, and Arthur nodded irritably and hurried off to the mall. After searching around in the mall, Arthur found himself tugged blindly into a closet and shoved into some small space. He groaned and rolled around, trying to see in the blackness, until he felt something under him.
"What in bloody he**!?" Arthur demanded, hitting his face on someone else's.

"Ow! Watch it!" Francis groaned, his head spinning.

Arthur yelped seeing it was Francis and eagerly tried to jump away, but succeeding in hitting his head on a..wall?
"What are..where are we?!" He demanded.
"In a box!" Gilbert's voice chimed from outside, hitting a button on the box so the lights could come on inside. Arthur blushed immediantly, seeing the awkward pose they were in.

Francis blushed furiously, his member getting hard (hohnhonhonhon XD)"Gilbert!" He yelped, "Let us go!" He pleaded.

Arthur felt himself go hard aswell and elbowed the side of the box angrily.
"GILBERT YOU BLOODY BAS*ARD." He snarled.

francis felt his blood turn to fire and he tried to wiggle out from under Arthur, only earning an elbow to the crouch on his part. He doubled slightly and turned on his side, moaning in pain.

"Sh** sorry~!" Arthur said, flipping over and trying to get at least in a sitting position, only to fall backwards sitting on Francis's face. He gasped, and tried to move, only hitting his head ontop of the box.

(xDDD)

Francis moaned, so tempted to squeeze his ass and hear him yelp. The thought made Francis even harder, but he hoped Arthur couldn't feel him.

"Francis, so help me i swear if you touch me i'll kill you." Arthur snarled, getting back on his knees, trying to turn around, to no evail. Gilbert snickered from the outside, and soon anothers laugh joined in.
"You really got them BOTH in there?" A heavely accented voice asked, obviously spanish.
"Yeah Tony i can't even..IMAGINE what's goin' on!" Gilbert said with a laugh.

"Non, I won't!" Francis promised, feeling awkward. He didn't want to ruin what he had with Arthur right now. He tried to sit up, only to accidentally slap his hand on Arthur tush.