College Life

Alfred came back to the booth, still blushing a bit. "I talked to the guys over there. They said they have a couple of spots on their team if you want to join. Try outs are next week." He said hesitantly with a smile smile, handing out the soccer flyers like a peace offering.

Francis pushed Arthur a bit to get him closer to Alfred.

"A-Alfred...You didn't...Thank you. Thank you very much." He took the flyer, smiling. "I will probably go, actually. Though I haven't played in a while." He hugged Alfred around the waist. "I'm sorry I pushed you away...I just get nervous, I guess. When there's a lot of people. Bad memories, I guess."

He smiled and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry.. I just thought it was okay since you kissed me first.. I.. dont want to make you uncomfortable.." He said softly as he hugged him tightly.

"I honestly forgot there were people around...You have that effect on me." He mock glared, before smiling softly. "You're turning me soft you Wanker!"

He laughed loudly. "Good. Maybe I can get that stiffy British stick from up your ass next." He smirked.

"I do not have a stick up my arse!" He glared, "You American strpper!"

"What is all this about striping and strippers?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I think Arthur just wants to see you naked Alfred."

"He's already seen me naked." He said shrugging.

A smirked slipped across the Frenchman's lips. "I can't wait till they call."

"That's not what I-Oh, I give up." He shook his head.

Alfred laughed and pulled him close nuzzling his cheek softly. "All you have to do is ask if you want to see my ass." He purred softly into his ear quietly.

"Do you really think that's what I want? I already have. It's not to bed, for an American." He smirked, leaning against him.

He shrugged. "The offer still stands.." He chuckled. "I have abs of steel." He said flexing his muscles.

Francis moved back to Iryna to continue with the booth. The busty woman was being crowded by a lot of people. Her shirt didn't help much considering it read 'I love my gay brother' With a rainbow Russian flag on the back.

"How exactly are you supposed to show me your ass in front of a booth you idiot? Just drop your trousers right here?" He stared, "Then you would be a stripper."

He laughed. "There you go with the stripper talk again. Babe, do I need to take you to a strip club. I know a good one." He said all serious.

"Already popped that cherry!" Francis called.

"Apparently we need a repeat." He chuckled at the frenchman.

"I need someone who isn't a total pervert. Maybe I should call Seamus and get him to beat some sense into you." He sighed, sitting down once more. "I do not want to go to a strip club, and I don't want to see your arse again! Once a day is enough."

He nodded, seemingly deflating. "A'right. I'll just stop it." He said giving a soft smile before turning to the booth and started giving out more fliers with a wide smile.

Arthur put his head in his hands, knowing he was ruining his one chance. "Sorry...Alfred."

Francis grabbed Alfred and pushed him towards Arthur. "We're good take a break. Go have cake or something."

He looked at him. "Okay okay! Stop with the pushing frenchie." He said as he moved to Arthur. "So what would you like to do now?" He asked squatting down in front of him.