A/N: double update bc i feel like it

First Published: April 11th 2017

Pairing: prinxiety

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 550

Warnings: none

Summary: Roman may know Spanish, but he doesn't know French. Anxiety uses this to his advantage.

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If you asked Roman what his opinion on Anxiety was, he wouldn't hesitate to say "annoying". Especially since as of late, the side had been speaking French.

In Anxiety's defence, it had started out innocent enough. It was a way he could drop a hint to Princey about certain things while being able to pin the blame on cruddy google translate if everything went drastically wrong. Although, to be fair, google translate wasn't good at French at all. So Anxiety took to other sources.

Hours of taking internet classes and asking for advice online anonymously later, Anxiety was able to confidently – or as confidently as he could – say one of the many things he had learnt.

"Vous venez ici souvent?" Anxiety managed, after getting Prince's attention. He fiddled with his fingers as he waited for the response.

"Huh?" Prince said, tilting his heads and scrunching his eyebrows up.

Anxiety cleared his throat and tried again. "Vous venez ici souvent?"

Prince still didn't understand. "Are you... Is that French?" he asked finally. Cheeks burning, Anxiety nodded. "I suppose you've come to gloat, since I can't speak the language," Prince glared.

Then, realising what this meant, Anxiety smirked and relaxed completely. "Oui. Aussi, vous êtes mannequin?" He leant forward the slightest bit.

"Hmph. Then I just have one thing to say to you. Fuck off. That's French for go away." Prince strutted off, head held high.

Anxiety was stunned for the briefest of seconds, until he let out a surprised laugh and went off to find Logan.

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"Logan, you don't understand, it takes me ages to learn over the internet," Anxiety pleaded, chasing after an annoyed Logic who had been giving Anxiety lessons all week.

He spun around. "It takes me ages to teach you!" he cried, throwing his hands up. "Why do you want to flirt with Roman, of all people?"

"Because," Anxiety stressed, "C'est le Prince Charmant."

Logan sighed. "Fine. Only so I don't have to hear about your mindless obsession anymore."

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Roman was on edge. For the past few days, he had been researching and researching, even if it was more of Logan's thing, until he was almost certain he knew.

It would've been a lot easier if Logic had just answered his questions about what Anxiety was saying in the first place, although he understood why not now. At least, he hoped he did. It would be really bad if he was wrong about this.

So when Roman saw Anxiety lounging around in the common, he approached, a bouquet of flowers behind his back. He tapped the darker side on his shoulder, making him jump and flick his head towards the royal.

Anxiety grinned, still unaware of the flowers. "Salut, beauté. Il fait chaud ici, ou bien c'est vous?"

Prince blinked, working it out from the bits and pieces he had in his head. Then he smiled back. "Non, c'est vous," he presented the gift he had been hiding to a shocked Anxiety, "Voulez-vous sortir avec moi?"

Anxiety paused. Prince held his breath. Finally-

"Oui!" The side exclaimed, leaping forward to hug Prince, accidentally squashing the flowers in between them. Not that it mattered.

Logan, ever the unlucky one, entered the room approximately ten seconds later.

"Go make out somewhere I don't read, for goodness sake!"