"Why was I even invited to this stupid party?" Arthur grumbles to himself, holding a glass of champagne, "This is so frustrating."

The lights suddenly went out and 2 huge spotlights points at a familiar shadow upon the stage. The crowds' attention diverts to the figure. With a prideful pose, the man on the stage proudly spoke up,

"Ladies and gentleman, I would like to welcome everyone to my super cool party about the day when I finally proved myself to the world that I became a fully fledged country and also the day, that a HERO was born. HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ME! AMERICA!"

The crowd cheers, except for one.

"Congratulations!~"

"Happy Independence Day, Alfred!~"

A shout of joy and gleeful clapping fills the large mansion. The usual FREEDOM day fireworks display through the huge glass window was seen for the guests to enjoy. The crowd claps once more, except for one.

The lights went back on, the happy Alfred comes down the stage to meet the congratulatory handshakes and smiles. It was written all over his face how proud he was of himself, almost like his head is bursting from all that ego. Everyone was eager to give him the best wishes for more Independence Days to come, except for one.

The distressed Arthur once more, grabs a glass of champagne, It was his fifth glass already? He walks around the dining table, hoping for a nice cake slice to eat. But his face only warped in disgust to find stacks of fast food, neon coloured cakes and slushie dispensers across a 5 meter table.

"Did I mistake this whole Independence Day to a McDonald's kids party or something? Well, at least the champagne's nice."

He clicked his tongue in disappointment and left. He dragged himself to a corner, just standing beside a small fountain. He leans in the wall and took a small sip of the sizzling champagne. Sighing, he found himself comforted by the slow sprinkles of water reflecting the bright lights, they look like beautiful stars in the sky.

A tall, blonde and quite good looking man slowly approaches him, swiveling his glass of wine with eyes locked at him. He then stops and gives off a small amused chuckle.

"Well, looky here looky here, ah what do we have?

Another pretty thang ready for me to grab.

But little does she know that I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing,

'Cause at the end of the night it is her I'll be holding..."

"Angleterre, mon cherrie?" the man softly speaks in his sensual breathy French accent, "est-ce que tu vas bien?"

"No." Arthur turns his head away, "Go away."

"Are you still not getting over this? You should be proud of Alfie."

"It's NOT THAT! It's just -- " his sentence cut off, he crossed his arms and zipped his mouth shut.

"Wanna grab something to eat?" he smiles as he continues walking towards. what a nice sentence to start off a typical party conversation.

"All the food are disgusting. You can gain a hundred pounds just by looking at those."

With a slight flick of his shoulder length hair to the side and a quick glance, his smile widens and shook his head, "You're right. What a mess of fat is that?"

"Francis, I'm a little hot-headed and not in the mood right now."

"What do you mean? This is  how I normally act, Arthur." Francis laughs and fixed himself beside the angry Brit. Leaning his back on the wall, bending his head down and smiling, he looks like he's blushing.

"Go away before I'll kick the fuck out of you. Stinky French-toast."

"What kind of an insult is that?" now he laughs, just a slight scoff. He then looks at the other's face intensely, "Wanna get out of here and you know, just relax? There's a nice view of the city over there. We can breath some fresh air and -- ack!~"

"Fuck off!! WANKER!!"

Before the creepy French could even finish his sentence, Arthur tosses the champagne on the other's face and ran off, leaving the poor Francis' face and hair dripping with sweet liquid.

With a slight lick, he chuckles, "J'aime ça."

Arthur didn't ran far enough when he heard giggles from the direction Francis were. He turned his back and was shocked and disgusted at the same time by the sight.

Three ladies, wiping Francis' face with their fingers and licking the champagne from there and giggling in delight. What's more? Francis seems to enjoy it! Arthur was furious! He angry walked his way back and slapped Francis hard in the face!

"You wanker!! How disgusting!!" he yells at his face, "Are you not ashamed of yourself?!!" He looks at the ladies and scares them with a yell, "Fuck off! All of you!! Dirty sluts .."

The young girls scrammed away and both found themselves being stared by all of the guests. It was embarrassing, rude and humiliating. Arthur could not help but run away, to which Francis had to chase and stop him.

"Arthur!" He calls out. They both ran and ran until they stop in a small secluded plaza, tired and gasping for breath.

"What is wrong with you?" Francis gasps, "Running away like that!"

"No.. what is wrong with YOU! Francis!?"

"We were just having a little fun!!"

"Licking champagne from your face, that's fun?!"

"It was -- ugghhh .. Arthur, you don't understand!"

"What do I don't understand, huh?" He stood up and says to Francis' face.

Silence breaks, Arthur still flaming angry and staring at Francis' face sharply, so sharp, that it could cut diamonds. The atmosphere was filled with rage when Francis broke it with an amused chuckle,

"Are you .. Jealous?"

"FUCK NO!!" with a disgusted expression, he then turns his back away and shook his head.

Francis stood there, still smiling while looking at Arthur walking away from him. "I know you're jealous!"

"...'I love you so', hey, That's what you'll say (that's what you'll say)

You'll tell me 'Baby baby please don't go away' (don't go away).

But when I play (when I play), I never stay (I never stay)

To every girl that I meet, yeah, this is what I say:..."

"I love you, and I'd like to play games with you." Francis sensually spoke.

Arthur's heart stops, Francis' voice runs down his spine. Nervous and flustered, he quicken his pace then dashed away, fading into the dark.

"...Run run run away, run away baby

Before I put my spell on you

You better get get get away get away darling

'Cause everything you heard is true

Your poor little heart will end up alone

'Cause Lord knows I'm a rolling stone

So you better run run run away run away baby."