Creation of the Heart (Tori/Oco rp) Do not post.

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur grumbled.
"Yeah.. no kidding..." he muttered to himself.
Yes, he created him because he was lonely... and he hadn't expected him to speak... but though he'd never admit it, but he had been planning to sell the statue... but that wasn't going to happen now, was it?

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"I’m not a whore."


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Francis hesitated, not expecting Arthur to give up so easily. Hmph. Not fair. He pouted, sighing dramatically and slumping down on the bed."Well... Do you have any food? I'm starved." Might as well change the subject, seeing as how the Englishman stopped fighting with him. Actually, he was a bit hungry... What kind of food did the Brits eat, anyway?

"I’m just popular."

France

[Wolfborg007]

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Arthur growled at him.
"Why? Are you going to taunt my cooking too?!" he snapped.

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"I’m not a whore."


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Francis sat up, glare returning. "Although I have no doubt in my mind that your cooking is horrible, I was just trying to ask for food!! Dieu, you're so defensive!!" he snapped.

"I’m just popular."

France

[Wolfborg007]

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"How do you know my cooking is horrible! My food is delicious and has more history than you'll ever know! I'll cook you something nowt o show you how great it is!" Arthur shot back, storming into the kitchen.
He'd show that stupid Frog how wonderful his cooking was! He'd see!!!

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"I’m not a whore."


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"Fine, but you're going to regret it when I die!!! There better be roses at my funeral!!" he shouted after Arthur, crossing his arms and glaring at the ceiling. He wished that he was able to cook, he had a few recipies floating around in his head that he wanted to try out... Again, that was curious. He still didn't understand how he knew all of these things or how he had even come to life in the first place... It hurt his head, these confusing thoughts... He wished Arthur would hurry up and come back to distract him.

"I’m just popular."

France

[Wolfborg007]

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Arthur sighed, as he began cooking.
Glancing around, he looked at the ingredients he had to work with.
There wasn't much, but he was sure he could scrounge up something... after all, what did his creation know about good cooking?
His kids sure didn't know anything, and they loved his cooking!

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"I’m not a whore."


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Francis swallowed heavily, throughts crowding more and more in his mind. He didn't get it. If he was only supposed to be a statue, nothing more, nothing less, why did he have memories? Well, not reall memories, but knowlage. He knew what country he came from, what city he used to live in, but when he tried to think about family... There was nothing. Honestly, he was starting to feel a little... Frightened. Francis jumped up from the bed, running to th ekitchen and taking a seat at the table, trying his best not to appear ruffled. "You're so slow." he sniffed, a bored expression on his face. "I would've been ancient by the time you took the food to your room."

"I’m just popular."

France

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Alfred twitched again.
"Well, what do you want me to do?!" he snapped, "I'm bloody cooking because you wanted it!"
He was starting to get annoyed... why did all this have to happen to him?
Sighing heavily, he just put some fish and chips in the deep frier and began to cook.
"It should almost be done." he answered, feeling his temper cool down a little bit.

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"I’m not a whore."


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Francis rolled his eyes. "Calm down! Don't need to snap at me all the time..." By now, the smell of greasy frying things filled the room, and he looked over at Arthur curiously. "What are you making?" he asked, jumping up from his chair. The Frenchman peered over his creator, hands resting lightly on the other's shoulders as he looked. Honestly, the food looked horrendous, but it smelled so good that his stomach rumbled. It certainly didn't look healthy... He'd have to steal the kitchen for beakfast if this is what was being served for dinner.

"I’m just popular."

France

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur looked back, stiffening as he felt the man's hands on his shoulders... the previous contact hadn't been forgotten.
"It's fish and chips..." he answered, "And it's delicious..."
Taking the food from the deep frier, he put it on a plate, patted the remaining oil, and handed it to him.
"Here my-..."
My boys used to eat it all the time...
"I used to make it quite frequently.."he corrected.

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"I’m not a whore."


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Francis glanced at Arthur a bit curiously at the pause, but shrugged it off, taking the plate to the kitchen table and taking a seat. "Hmm... Merci, let's see how bad this British cooking is." Taking a knife and fork, he cut the fish in a gentlemanly manner, bring a small portion to his lips and taking a bite. Hot, as it just came from the frier, but honestly... Not as bad as his upbringing made it seem. "It's good." he said, surprised. "For British food." he hastily added. No need to compliment Arthur too much... He attempted to eat slowly, as if every bite pained him, but he wolfed it down. He was starving!!!

"I’m just popular."

France

[Wolfborg007]

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Arthur allowed himself a smirk.
"Told you it was delicious... because British food is delicious." he answered, "You can't beat century-long traditions!"
He puffed his chest out with a certain degree of pride.
Arthur rather enjoyed cooking, even if no one else seemed to appreciate it... they all had destroyed their own taste-buds... and that wasn't his problem.

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[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"I’m not a whore."


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Francis rolled his eyes again, dabbing at his mouth politely. "I could've made something better. My souffles are magnificant." he grumbled, laying the napkin over the plate and placing it in the sink. At least, he thought he could make a good souffle. It would be a shame if he couldn't. "And really, have you tried homemade crepes with sugar and fresh fruit? To die for, ma cher. I'll make some for breakfast." He loved crepes! Especially with strawberries and chocolate drizzled over them... Dieu, they were so delicious~ That thought made him pause, uncertain of where it quite came from... He shook his head. No need to think of that now. Save the heavy thinking for later.

"I’m just popular."

France

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur shook his head.
He never hard foreign cooking... but though it did sound delicious, he was proud of his cooking and wouldn't have it any other way.
"Whatever..." he answered, "I'm just glad you enjoyed it."
He wasn't even going to ask how his creation knew it could cook... but then again, he hadn't expected the man to be so interested in his...vital regions... either.

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