The person you hate to love

Gilbert snickered on the other line at the fact Francis didn't object to Arthur being his "toy". Arthur just shrugged, he hadn't had a drink in forever..so what the hell?
"Sure i suppose.." He said quietly.
"Alright~!" Gilbert fistpumped on his end upon hearing Arthur's answer. "You and your toy can come over anytime."

"He's not my toy..." Francis objected but then sighed, knowing how stubborn Gilbert was. "We'll be over in half an hour." He assured.

"Suuure he's not francey, suuure he's not." The german hummed, before hanging up.
"You and him will be the death of me, i swear." Arthur huffed from the couch.

Francis snickered at Arthur and went to go get ready.

Arthur rolled his green eyes and stood, walking over to his room to get ready as well. Fifteen minutes later he found himself standing on Gilbert's doorstep, listening to the loud music that came fro inside. They were let in quickly and Gilbert smirked, seeing them.
"'Ey! Francey glad you could come~!" He said with a smile.

Francis nodded politely and entered the house, leading Arthur by the small of his back.

Arthur walked in, immediantly trying to drown at the booming music. He would much rather have stayed at home reading a good book with some tea but..Gilbert probably had brandy or rum here. And he wasn't going to pass up on that!

Francis made a B-line for the bar and ordered himself a wine and Arthur a whiskey. Within half an hour, both her wasted.

Arthur stared at the ceiling, unable to really hear the music booming around the house, let alone understand it. He began laughing and then turned to Francis.
"I'm going to bloody kill you!" He said between laughs.

Francis smiled really, "Oui? Why is that?" He hummed happily, downing another glass of wine.

"B-because you brought me t-ta this bloody party, frog-g~" Arthur said, draining another glass of brandy. Gilbert walked over, somehow still sober, and laughed at the two on the couch.

"But...Don't you like...booze..?" Francis asked, swaying a little and feeling his head burn with the drink.

"Mhm but i like you mooore.." Arthur mused, rolling over and kising Francis roughly- not to mention drunkenly on the lips.

"That I do, mon amore." He hummed, kissing him back roughly

Arthur put his cup on the floor and straddled Francis' lap, turning his head to kiss him better. Gilbert looked at them and snickered, getting a few of his friends to help him push the couch into a bedroom and lock the door behind them.

Francis chuckled, then noticed how they were in a bedroom, "How'd we get in here..?" He mused, while working Arthur's pants off.

"Who cares?" Arthur huffed, fumbling with Francis' belt while he sucked on his neck.

Francis grinned, never had Arthur been this...Well, willing. Francis didn't object, and simply worked off his won shirt.

Arthur's concious seemed to be screaming to stop, but with the amount of alcohol he'd had, there was no way he could hear it. He pulled off his own shirt and planted light kisses down Francis' chest.

*Fades to black*

Arthur woke up with a splitting headache. He groaned and opened his eyes, wincing at the brightness. He looked around worriedly, not recognizing where he was.
"Wha.." Arthur looked down at Francis, before his eyes widened. What the hell had he done?! "Fuck. I'm going to strangle him.." He muttered.

Francis awoke slowly to the sound of Arthur's barking tone. He raised his head and yawned, stretcihng much like a cat would.

Arthur was grumbling under his breath- probably things he could do to kill Gilbert for bringing them here.

"Are you ok?" Francis asked softly.

Arthur jumped slightly, and looked at Francis with a small frown.
"I-.." He didn't know honestly. "I dunno."