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

[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"I’m not a whore."


{{OOC; n/a }}
Francis grinned at that, shooting an excited look at Arthur. "Really? Merci!!" He rushed forward and gave his creator a tight hug, happy at the prospect of cooking. "Just wait, it'll taste delicious!! I'll make them special with the best ingrediants, and..." He yawned, leaning away from Arthur to cover his mouth. "Oh... I'm a little tired..." Glancing over at the clock, he frowned. It was almost 5 AM! They may just sleep past breakfast... He yawned again, releasing his creator completely. "Mmm... Can we go to bed?"

"I’m just popular."

France

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur felt the tight hug and blushed again.
"I'm sure you will..." he answered.
He followed the Frenchman's gaze to the clock.
"All right..." he answered, "Yes... we should get some sleep..."
His gaze went between the Frenchman and the bed.
"You can take the bed..." he said, going into the closet and getting some blankets and a spare pillow.

x x x

[Tori_Akemori]

Francis Bonnefoy
"I’m not a whore."


{{OOC; n/a }}
Francis frowned at that, taking the blankets from Arthur. "Non." he said stubbornly, tone leaving no room for argument. "You can have the bed. I'm new here, after all." He added a smile at the last part, leaning in and giving the Englishman a quick peck on the cheek. "Sleep well." With that, Francis bounced off to the studio, shutting the door behind him. Besides, he wanted to sleep in the studio... For some reason, he just felt so... At home, there. Maybe it was because he was created there, on the pedestal... He gazed at it, then chuckled. The Frenchman had the sudden urge to pose on it... Funny. Laughing to himself, he jumped on the ornately carved marble, striking the pose he was carved in.

"I’m just popular."

France

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur looked regretfully after the man, watching as he disappeared into the studio.
He hoped that he'd be comfortable in there... but who knew?
Climbing into his bed, he quickly fell asleep... he could only imagine what the next day had in store for him.

~~~~~~

The next morning Arthur woke wearily.
He stood up wearily, the memories of his creation coming to life came back to his memory.
Walking cautiously into his studio, he saw the statue exactly where he had left it... in the same pose as before.
He chuckled slightly, though he noticed the clothes lining the figure and his jaw hung loose.
No longer did his statue have the same pinkish, living color that it did... and he ran his hands along his creation's arm.
It was marble all right.
Something in the Briton's stomach fell and he sat down looking over at his creation. He was alone again... no matter how annoying he had been before, Arthur kind of liked having the company... having someone to talk to.
He sat down, staring at the statue for a few moments... wanting it to say something.
Perhaps they would've became friends? Who knew?
Arthur sure knew that he didn't...

x x x

***

=*=*=*= Alfred F. Jones/ America =*=*=*=

"Dude, I don't know why you're making me come here to visit the old man, he never has anything good to say, the grumpy b*****d..."
Alfred groaned, staring at his brother blankly.
He loved Mattie and his caring ways, but seriously... the guy could be such a push-over sometimes... especially when it came to their old man.
Who wasn't even their dad... he was just some creepy guy who picked them up off the streets... What a weirdo...

xxc

[Tori_Akemori]

(Can't make it all pretty now... I'll fix it later!)

Mathew frowned over at Alfred, a determined look in his eye. "Alfie, I know you and papa aren't on good terms, but you have to see him once in awhile! He raised us." The Canadian had always hated how Alfred and Arthur argued when they had turned teenagers. He missed when they were kids, when they would all get along... So that was why he dragged his brother all the way to London to make things right. "Papa's not going to live forever, you know. We need to take care of him." Alfred never was good at looking ahead, so it was only natural to hit him with some bit of truth. Arthur eventually would get older, and so would they. They needed to spend time together while they still could. Mathew rang the doorbell, giving Alfred a look somewhere between stern and pleading. "Please Alfie, be on your best behavior? For me?"

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur heard the doorbell ring, and he raised an eyebrow at the very thought.
"Who would be visiting me at this hour?" he mumbled to himself.
Walking over to the door, he peered through the hole and he smiled, tears rushing to his eyes.
It was his boys... both of them.
Opening the door, he smiled, unsure of what to say... he was just happy to see them.

x x x

***

=*=*=*= Alfred F. Jones/ America =*=*=*=

Alfred looked over to Mattie and shrugged.
"I'll try..." he muttered, though when the door opened, he tried to manage a smile... for Mattie's sake.

xxc

[Tori_Akemori]

Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew glanced over at Alfred, nodding slightly at his smile. At least he was trying! That's all he asked. "Bonjour, Papa!" he chirped as Arthur opened the door, bouncing forward and giving the Englishman a tight hug. He always loved to see his family. After a few moment, he backed up, smiling cheerily at the man who raised him. He appeared to be happy, carefree, but his mind was really moving a mile a minute. Arthur looked so tired... Was he still obsessing over that sculpture? Mathew had always worried about that, worried about what his papa worked on every single day. He knew he and Alfred should've visited more often; maybe then Arthur wouldn't have to use a statue as company... But he still kept that happy facade, smiling at his father and brother. "Alfred and I just came by to visit! Sorry we didn't tell you, Alfred wanted it to be a surprise." He glanced over that American, smile never fading as he watched his brother anxiously, hoping he would be civil.

"Who are you?"

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur looked between his boys and smiled, returning the embrace tightly...well, tightly as he could.
It was wonderful to see them again, even if Alfred looked less than enthused to be there.
They were his boys and that's all that mattered.
"Did he really?" he asked, sounding surprised, "I'm quite impressed, Alfred...It's definitely a pleasant surprise... though I wish you boys had dressed more properly... but it's the thought that counts, I suppose..."

x x x

***

=*=*=*= Alfred F. Jones/ America =*=*=*=

Alfred only mumbled under his breath.
"Uh... yeah.. of course it was my idea..." he agreed half-heartedly.
Honestly, he didn't want to be there, but he didn't want his old man croaking unhappily... that just wasn't right... even if he did have it coming...
Though it wasn't his fault that the man was a complaining b*****d... Even now, he was criticizing them.
Didn't this guy have any decency?

xxc

[Tori_Akemori]

Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew frowned slightly at Arthur's comment, glancing over at Alfred with a twange of worry. Non, things couldn't be ruined that early! They had just gotten here!!! Arthur knew how much Alfred hated it when he commented on his clothing, oui...? Hopefully Alfred would overlook it. "Um... Sorry about that, papa. Have you eaten breakfast yet? I can make you some crepes, if you like." He doubted the Englishman had eaten breakfast yet, he always woke up early to work and didn't eat until lunch. Besides, he had learned a nice recipe for crepes while he was in Canada. Ah, Canada... He did miss his home a bit, even though he was with family. If only Alfred and Arthur would move there... But Alfred loved America too much, and Arthur hadn't moved for years and wasn't about to anytime soon. But hey, he could dream, oui?

"Who are you?"

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur shook his head.
"No... I haven't eaten yet..." he answered, "Why don't you come in and make yourselves at home... I'm sorry it's a mess... I would've cleaned up if I knew you were coming..."
He felt bad that they had to see him in such an awful state. That sculpture had taken so much of his time, and usually before he had company he'd at least try to clean up.
But his boys were special... he would've made more than a small effort.

x x x

***

=*=*=*= Alfred F. Jones/ America =*=*=*=

Alfred looked around the studio.
It seemed to strange to him... different than the house they used to live in when they were kids. But the b*****d had sold that house...
It was a shame... Alfred really liked that place... they'd put the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room and they'd celebrate together.
But that was a long time ago... and things changed.
They all got older... wiser...
Things that just couldn't be helped.

xxc

[Tori_Akemori]

Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew glanced around the studio, frowning slightly. It was a little messy, just like it was when he last came in... Mon Dieu, he wished that Arthur would just go out, make some friends. He really needed a hobby other than working on that sculpture. "Um... So, Arthur. How's that statue of yours going? Didn't you sell it?" he asked, trying to stimulate a conversation. He knew if he didn't try to get them to talk, then the room would just fall into uncomfortable silence and then Alfred and Arthur would somehow ending up fighting about the way they dressed or something about manners... He really didn't want to break up a fight, not again.

"Who are you?"

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur smiled widely at the Canadian.
"I finished it." he said cheerfully, "Come! I'll show him to you!"
He was proud of his creation... though he could keep the details of his molestation out of the conversation, but that didn't mean he couldn't show them.

x x x

***

=*=*=*= Alfred F. Jones/ America =*=*=*=

Alfred only bit back a groan. He hated seeing his dad's studio. He always seemed so excited about his newest project... so much more than he was to see his kids...
He sighed.
It just wasn't fair.

xxc

[Tori_Akemori]

Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Mathew blinked at Arthur, surprised. "Oh, you finished it?" he said, actually a bit surprised. Honestly, he thought the sculture would take Arthur forever. After several years, it was hard to believe it was finally over... He followed Arthur to the studio, purposefully bumping into Alfred on the way there. "Alfie?" he whispered. "Try to talk to him. Please?" He only wanted them to get along, after all... Talking, even if it were slightly hostile, was worth it, right?

"Who are you?"

[Wolfborg007]

XxXxXx Arthur Kirkland/ England xXxXxX

Arthur grinned with pride.
"Yeah... it came out wonderfully!" he said, opening up the studio, "I swear, the time was worth it."
He smiled looking up at the statue.
It was definitely worth it... even if the man inside was a nuisance...
"I call him Francis... a Frenchman..."

x x x

***

=*=*=*= Alfred F. Jones/ America =*=*=*=

Alfred looked at his brother as he bumped into him.
"But I don't want to talk to him... hearing him go on and on about that stupid sculpture of his."
Seriously... Alfred didn't see what was so exciting about it.
"He's just being delusional again..." he muttered.

xxc

[Tori_Akemori]

Matthew Williams

{{Out Of Canadian Bacon; n//a}}

Canada frowned at his brother. "Alfie, please try to get along with him." he pleaded. "Please?" He stared up at the statue as they walked into the studio, looking at the sculpture curiously. Carved in marble, he had that same, somewhat flirtatious smile that he remembered, the same pose, the same twinkle in those lifeless eyes. But... He was wearing clothes. And why was he French? He could've sworn Arthur hated anything and everything French. "Wow papa, it's great!" he said truthfully, moving around the scuplture to inspect it from all angles. "But, um... Why did you put clothes on him?" Not like he objected, of course, he was just curious...

"Who are you?"