is fast asleep on the wooden crate, a drunken blush on his blissful face.

groans and kicks his leg. "Dumb ass, wake up."

mumbled something along the lines of "Stupid police... Git... Bloody... Spit on you... Heh. Git." He turned over away from the direction of_

_the kick with a grunt.

growls a bit, this was annoying, damn drunk man. She bent down and whispered in his ear. "Arthur.. Wake up.." If this didn't work, he was_

getting a foot to the balls.

flung an arm at Chiara, landing on her shoulder. "Bloody police--... How did you get my name... Wanker." he mumbled, eyelids twitching.

hisses in pain. "Bastardo.." She growled and pressed her foot between his legs. She held her shoulder. He brought it on himself!

furrowed his eyebrows. "W-Why are you... Touching my... Balls... Touch your own's..." he mumbled, his legs shifting a little.

groans and presses down, rough. She wanted the idiot awake. Now.

"Ah--... You... Bloody git." He moaned slightly. With a final toss, he flung himself off the crate and landed on the floor with a thud.

stares down at him, she wasn't sure if that was a good sound or a bad one. "Arthur Kirkland, you useless fucking drunkard! Wake up!"

(*Went WAAAAYYYY to British to be an Italian there* ... BT)

snapped himself back up, immediately regretting his sudden action which caused him to be dizzy. The headache was *not* helping either. He_

shot Chiara a deadly glare. "Stop your bloody screaming, twat!"

him a look. "Don't you mean 'mommy'." She rolled her eyes. "Come on up." She held out her hand. "And if you ever hit me again, I'm telling_

((*thinks it sounded fine* o3o))

*everyone* you're a masochist."

(*had to change "Fucking" at the last moment almost put 'Bloody" instead*)

gave her a strange look. Has Chiara bloody gone insane? It would appear so. "Mommy? Masochist? What the bloody hell are you talking about?"_

_he questioned, hesitantly placing his hand on Chiara's. It wasn't a good idea to be helped up by a seemingly insane person after all.

((Pfff. Haha. That would be too British indeed xD))

wasn't insane at all. "You were drunk, and called me mommy when I dragged you away, because you busted in when there was a fucking *cop* in

side! And you're a masochist cause I tried to wake you up by stepping on your balls and you moaned." She helped him up.

(Yeah... I tend to use British terms in everyday life xD)

tried to balance himself. His surroundings seemed to be spinning around him. He shook his head. He felt his face getting a little red. "I-I_

_... W-WHAT?" he half shouted. He remembered dreaming about... Something. He was not quite sure himself.

notices the redness. "I wouldn't lie about that. Masochist." She wonders just how hung over he was. "Come on, I'll make you something for_

your hangover.. Dumbass."

((That's cool~ I like British slangs x3))

((Same, but people stare at you funny when you speak with a normal Canadian accent and then go "Oh bloody hell!" With a slight British one))

nodded a little, mumbling a thanks. "I-I am *not* a masochist." A pause. "Wait just a bloody minute. Did you mention something about a_

_police in the restaurant?"

nods to him. "Yes, you are." She nodded to him. "Yeah, cute blonde guy with blue eyes and glasses. Said he was an accountant. But that's_

clearly bullshit." She pulled him into the kitchen. "Don't you dare try to cook anything."

((I have been trying that lately. My friends gave me looks at first but they got used to it. One of my friends even started doing that too))

(xD I've done it for years, cause my Grandpa came from England, so I get a British accent sometimes on words or things)

is dazed for a moment, blindly following the pull of Chiara before he frowned. "*That* police came back again? I thought I told him *not*_

_to bloody show his face up here. Damn police." he spat on the ground. "He is anything *but* cute. He is an utter git." He gave a smug_

_grin before continuing. "Looks like I would have to spit the twat in the face *again*."

((Woah~ That's cool. I am envious >< I love the British accent))

just stares at him for a moment before going to the fridge. "Uh huh.." She still thought he was cute, she shrugged slightly getting out_

orange juice as well as things for an Italian hangover cure. She was going to make him Spicy pasta with white beans. "Whatever. Just drink_

this." She started to make the pasta and the beans.

(No it's not cool, Den, Fem Pru, Fem Japan, and Fem Korea abuse it. Evil girls)

accepted the drink with a thanks. He sat on a stool, laying his head in his arms on the table. "Is the twat still here?"

shakes his head. "Hell no, I wouldn't go and get you if he was." She got the pasta sauce she had made that day and started to combine the_

spices to heat up in a pan with the sauce. "And do you *have* to keep damn well saying that?"

muttered a few curses under his breath. He would have to get the git next time. He turned to Chiara, one of his eyebrows raised. "Say what?"

stirs the pasta and the sauce. "Twat. It's such an awkward word." Not that she had much room to speak with the way *she* spoke.

rolled his eyes. He began counting on his fingers. "Dammit. Fucking. Bastard..." he snorted. He took a whiff of the great scent coming_

_from her cooking. It made his mouth water. N-Not that he would admit it smelt great or anything.

doesn't even realize it, she put the beans in the sauce to heat them up, then checking the pasta. It was done, so she took it off and_

strained it, putting a portion on a plate for him, she then checked if the sauce was warm enough, and it was. So she put that over the pasta

and got him a fork, she put the plate on the table. "Here. Maybe this will help with your stupid hangover."

does not see how pasta could help with a hangover but he ate it anyway. He was hungry. "T-This is not that bad I guess."

rolls her eyes. "Better then your cooking." She would remind him that the starch in the pasta absorbs the excess alcohol.

huffed and finished the rest of the pasta. He lightly threw the fork into the plate and proceeded to wash up. "Y-You just do not have_

_taste!" Or rather, he was the *only one* with that sense of taste. He wondered if there ever will be someone who likes his cooking._

"T-Thank you, Chiara." his headache feeling better. He would have to learn this recipe from her some other time. It will help him... A lot.

had NEVER had the guys to try his cooking... Not when it was black or something was on fire.. She turned and stared at him, never expecting_

to hear thank you from him. "Pre-.. You're welcome, Arthur." She sighed and leaned on the counter, she wanted to bother him about being a_

virgin, but she assumed his headache was torture enough. "Why did you go out and drink? I thought you were just buying alcohol and coming_

back here?" She was slightly nervous still because of that cop.

avoided her gaze. "Bloody bartender made me stay to have a drink," A pause. "Said I was handsome." he added in for a good measure with a_

_smug grin. He knew he is the last person to come to mind when one think of attrative. He was not lying though, merely avoiding the truth.

blinks and looks at him. "You are handsome, stupid.." She quickly changed the subject. "A-ah.. You didn't say anything about us, right?!"

quirked his eyebrows. "R-Right..." he squirmed about his seat a little. He was not used to taking compliments. "O-Of course not! I am not_

_stupid!" he lied. He honestly could not remember a thing that happened after the women were all over him. W-Well, he could not have said_

_anything significant, right? Right.

that he didn't. "Lovino will have your head if you said anything that fucks us over." She mumbled and sighed. "Hows your head?"

bit his lip and nodded. "Much better."

"Why are you biting your lip?" She put her hands on the counter before lifting herself up to sit on the counter, crossing one leg over the_

other, careful not to show her panties with that.

does not know why either. He was feeling restless lately. He shrugged. "Why are you sitting on the counter?" he notices her position. "You_

_know I am not easily seduced."

him a look. "This is how I sit? If I were trying to seduce you, I wouldn't just be sitting here." She shook her head. "I could try if you_

wanted." She said, how much truth was behind that even she didn't know.

flusters at that. "I-I'd rather you don't." he sighed. "Boss will *definitely* have my head if he hears of this."

tilts her head and slips down off the counter. "Why do you think my brother would care?" She walked over to him, she was having fun.

leans back slightly. What was she doing? "Be-Because you are his bloody sister!"

reaches out and runs her hand down his chest lightly. "So? I'm a big girl, I can make my own choices." She leaned up to speak in his ear._

"Right? Arthur?"

felt the whole of his face turn red at the contact and proximity. He leapt out of his chair. "We-Well! *I* can make my own choices as well!"

gasped when he leaped up, she had to take a quick step back, she ended up falling back onto the floor.

groaned when Chiara falls. Just how many bloody times could one fall in a day anyway? With a sigh, he got to her and offered her his hand._

"Here, you clumsy twit."

takes his hand and stands up. "I'm not clumsy, you just keep making me damn well fall!"

lets go of her hand, shrugged and turned his back to her. "You bloody deserved it."

((Coincidentally I just fell down the stairs =u=))

frowns at this and slips around to his front. "Your face is red." She noted. "I don't deserve getting knocked on my ass. I swear you're_

just trying to see my panties."

turned away from her. "N-No! It's not! Wh-Who wants to see it anyway? It's just a piece of cloth."

((-covers says- You didn't see that~))

slips around to be in front of him again, grabbing his shirt so he couldn't turn away. "Really? So if I dropped my skirt right now, you_

wouldn't stare or go red faced?"

((What says, I see nothing xD))

looked to the ground. His face turning ten shades darker at the thought. "N-No! O-Of course not." He paused for a moment. "I-I would much_

_rather look at someone else's!"

raises an eyebrow. "Really? Who's? Elzabeta's?" She just wanted to know. "And also, I know you're lying, your face just got redder."

"I-I am *not* lying." he stuttered, panicking a little. "Hah! Elizabeta's? I would much rather look at the police's!" he blurted before he_

_could stop himself. Bollocks, where had *that* come from? "W-Wait... Wh-What I mean was..." and his mind decided to take lunch break.

blinks going wide-eyed. "Y-you.." She tried not to start laughing. "You're gay! Aren't you?!"

"N-N-NO!" he half-shouted. "Wh-What I meant was..." he paused for a moment to think. He sighed and smirked. "He acts more feminine than_

_both of you, *combined*. The two of you hardly act like a lady." He scowled now. "Besides... I *hate* the police. I *despise* them."

makes a face, okay that had actually hurt. "I'm sorry, I was never taught how to act!" She frowned trying to glare, but she couldn't_

so she turned away from him. "Asshole." She mumbled and crossed her arms. "I don't think you do. I think you're gay."

sighed once more, feeling a little guilty. Standing behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders. "I-I did not really mean it. Y-You_

_are actually quite attrative." he flushed. "I-I am not attracted to *both* men and women. I-I guess I have been thinking about wanting to_

_beat the life out of that git too much."

frowns at the hands. "Yeah, sure.." She did flush from the compliment. "What do you mean? Not attracted to? How can you not like one or_

both genders?"

sighed in relief when she did not insist that he was a gay. "I am not sure myself. I just... Do not get attracted to women like most men."

nods at this. "But you are attracted to men then?"

"N-NO!" he wanted to tear his hair out. "And I can prove it!" using his height as an advantage, he bent round Chiara's body and pressed a_

kiss full on Chiara's lips. Almost as abruptly as he had kissed her, he pulled himself back. Bloody hell what had he just done? He was_

_making it worse. Without sparing another moment, he dashed out of the backdoor into ths backalley. Why is he trying so hard to prove_

_himself? He doesn't know... And he is sure he would not want to, either.

's face went red, she was NOT expecting that, as soon as he pulled away her hand was over her mouth. What had just happened?! She didn't_

even know. All she knew is that she was confused, but amused with how in the closet he was.

((Damn. I think I made England way too OOC Dx))

(Nah xD playing England can be hard pfff)

((Thanks to my state of sleepiness, we now have a very confused Arthur xDD))

(xD That's fine.)

(Besides, Events are a time to go a bit OOC and play around, not sticking to normalcies xD)

((Heh. Thanks for the encouragement x33))

(No problem xD)