FrAus

(u get the best room in the house /whispers my bed room)

After heading up the stairs and down the hall a bit, Francis stopped at a door, and opened it. "You can stay here," He directed him, and moved aside to let him in.

(Aw hell yeah~ ewe))

"Why danke," Roderich thanked the Frenchman in his native tongue. He entered the room and looked around; it was exactly as he predicted it to be. "It's lovely," he complimented.

Francis stiffled a small laugh, "You get yourself comfortable." He then snuck out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Roderich sighed and flopped himself onto the bed. After a long day of work with an unusual twist, he was quite tired. He took off his jacket and tie, folding them up nicely and placed them on the night stand. He unbuttoned his dress shirt a bit the laid down on the comfortable bed, relaxing his stiff body. Maybe he was wrong about Francis, he was much more mature and polite then he had assume. Maybe he was a nice guy after all-- or maybe Roderich was becoming more looney. No matter how hard he tried to justify Francis for the better, there was just something in the back of his head that kept him from accepting it. Perhaps he would get over it soon? "You're making this harder than it needs to be," he spoke to himself. "It's not like he's done anything wrong. He's fine gentleman just like yourself."

Francis wandered back downstairs to the kitchen. He picked up each plate from dinner, taking them to the sink and washing them off before heading back and cleaning the rest of the table off.

Roderich just let it go, pushing all thoughts aside and went to sleep. All he had to worry about for now was getting his rest, he'll need it in the morning.

Finishing up the table, Francis trotted up the stairs and down the hallway to a smaller bedroom. Of course, this was the normal guest room, but his special guest needed a nicer room, did he not? So he lay on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

(b happy u get bettr room)

(Wat a gentleman <3))

Roderich rose awake the next morning feeling much more refresh then he had yesterday. Sleep really did do the trick. He got up and walked over to the mirror above the dresser to get a good look of himself. While doing so, he remembered that he didn't have any spare clothes to wear, of all the rotten luck. He could just shower then put on his clothes from yesterday; it was better to be clean and re-wear clothes then to not do so and walk around stinking all day. Then again, he didn't like the idea of wearing the same clothes again, but sadly the world does not revolve around his own needs. He walked into the master bathroom and tended to his usual business of getting ready in the morning. He would have to remember to thank Francis for letting him sleep in his bedroom.

Francis had unusually woken up early this morning. He wasn't necessarily dressed up for the new day yet, but he was down the stairs in the kitchen preparing breakfast for himself and his guest.

Roderich emerged from the master bathroom after a wonderful hot shower. He got dressed into his clothes then went back over to the mirror to fix his hair. He took a moment to look over himself. He looked alright thankfully, better than he had hoped. He put on his glasses and left the bedroom, taking his time going down the hall and stairs to the kitchen. There was no reason to rush since it was the weekend-- but when had Roderich ever rushed on doing something?

Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, Francis turned his head toward them. "Look who's awake~" he said in a cheerful tone, "Just in time for breakfast too!" He quickly went to set the two plates down at the table, sitting down in front of one of them.

"Ah yes," Roderich hummed a bit, taking his seat at the kitchen table. He gave Francis a warm smile. "Thank you; and thanks as well for letting me have your room for the night. It was very thoughtful of you."

"Oh, of course~" Francis nodded in response. "Now you enjoy that meal of yours- oh, I nearly forgot!" He jumped out of his seat, spinning to face the counter. He grabbed a mug, before placing it down in front of Roderich. "I heard somewhere that you liked coffee, is that right?"

"Oh," Roderich mutter, looking quite surprised. He raised an eyebrow but soon shrugged the feeling aside. How had Francis found out about that? It was a bit creepy, but also thoughtful. "Um, thank you," He said. He picked up the mug and took a sip of his coffee. It tasted pretty close to the way he always loved his coffee-- which even concerned the aristocrat even more.

Sitting back down, Francis began to eat at his own plate of food. "Do you like it?" he asked, looking up from his plate to stare at Roderich.

(laz y posts)

"It tastes amazing," Roderich answered, taking another sip from his mug. He sat his mug down and went on to eating his breakfast.

(Yes lazy posts =w="))

"Perfect," Francis smiled, before going back to eating. However, he continued talking, "So what do you plan to bake today?"

"Hmm..." Roderich began to think, putting his fork down. "I wouldn't mind baking a cake really," he said, smiling a bit. "Unless you had something else in mind?"

"No, no, no," Francis said, shaking his head, "A cake sounds lovely!"

"If you insist," Roderich agreed, willingly. He finished the rest of his breakfast then went back to enjoying his delicious coffee.

Francis stared at the mug of coffee, before continuing a conversation. He giggled a bit, "So what drinks do you like besides coffee then?"


(I RESEARCHED COFFEE SWITZERLAND SECRETLY LIKES IT MORE THAN YOU. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_countries_by_coffee_consumption_per_capita )

EW VASH GET HTE FUCK COFFEE MA DRANK))

Roderich set his mug down again and actually stopped to think about the question. He didn't really drink much of anything else besides coffee so. "I do drink tea on rare occasions," he finally answered. "If I'm unable to have either, I could just settle for water."

"Is that all?" Francis questioned, lifting an eyebrow. "Not even alcohol?"

(Thisisanimportantquestion)

Areyoutryingtogetmetipsy--))

"Well...." Roderich carried on. "A bit of wine or beer is alright. Though I never really drink unless needed to." His glaze shifted away from Francis towards the nearby window, feeling a bit awkward now.

"Interesting," Francis nodded, staring. He paused a bit, then continued. "Don't you have anyone you like to be with? You don't seem much of a social type," he laughed.