College Life

"Can I tell your brothers or are you just going to surprise them?"

"Go ahead and tell them. It will make my life less boring, they'll go nuts." He laughed.

"Oh yes, the twins will argue about who gets to take him to meet Seamus and then he will try to kill him. Let's not forget what they did to that guy after what happened. Sean still has pictures of that guy tied to the goal post naked."

"That's why as much as they annoy me, I love my brothers. They do things like that!" He smiled at the memory, "But don't worry, I can calm down Seamus if he gets to crazy."

"No, Sean can calm down seamus. You will just rile him up to where he'll beat the kid harder with that fucking stick thing of his."

"Oh, yes, well, that's true. But he's so funny riled up." He shrugged, "So, is this the reason you wanted me to get the things with you?"

"Yes and you looked like you could use some help."

"Help with what?"

"You just had this look. I'm not sure but I had a feeling you were going to say something you might regretted."

"Well, either way. Thank you...I guess." He shrugged, as they kept walking.

Francis took him to the club room. It was a meeting room with two tables and two cabinets at the back. Chairs where set up around and a computer sat on one of the tables. A large box was next to it over flowing with small pamphlets. "Just help me carry the box back."

"Understood" He grabbed one side of the box, motioning for Francis to grab the other. "I don't see why you didn't get the muscled American idiot to do this and just talked to me there!"

"Because I figured you'd want to get a minute away from the american." He took the other end and together they got back to the booth in a few minutes.

Alfred saw them coming and rushed over grabbed the box from him like it weighed nothing. "Let me have that Baby." He said with a grin and sat it down on the table and started to hand them out to every one. Smacking stickers on the guys who came over and flirted with him.

Arthur rolled his eyes, sitting down in a chair that he saw. He wasn't a very jealous lover, but for some reason, seeing everyone flirt with Alfred was killing him.

Alfred laughed and grinned as he moved some guy into the chair a girl just got up from, giggling at the face painted design on her cleavage. He sat him down and started to paint the gay man symbol on his chest in rainbow. All the while talking about the club's benefits.

Francis sat on the table and smiled as a few girls past by. The women did a double take and hurried over to talk to the blond. The Frenchman happily whispered to them in french and purred a few things about the club. The few girls became more women and some guys all wanting to listen to Francis' accent and try and give numbers.

There was a reason the club did so well every year.

Arthur yawned, he wasn't one for social events, and finally he stood up. Not wanting to interrupt his cousin's or boyfriend's focus, he walked away to look at some other booths.

Alfred watched him go, biting his lip. He moved back to the guy and finished with a smile, his eyes flickering to the Brit every couple of seconds.

He wandered over to the sports booth, looking around for a sport that he could actually look into instead of football. He found one on Soccer, which in his mind was the true Football, and picked up a flyer for it.

"I wouldn't worry about him," Francis said as he twirled a girl's hair smiling at her as she signed to help with an up coming bake sale. "Arthur gets bored easily. Outside of the family no one knows him that well."

He let the guy up and he went off to sign up with Iryna. "Yeah, but I... just protective.." He said biting his lip.

As he wound his way around the different booths, he found one that caught his eye, but was way to embarrassed to go over there. But somehow he had made his way over to the booth for Knitting.

((I honestly don't know if they offer that, but I thought it's be funny...))

"Yeah well no one would blame you. But as a warning you really should buy an athletic cup. His brothers are all really good at European football."

He laughed. "I got one already from football." He said with a cocky grin. "I can handle myself. I'm an army brat."