WurstXEnglish McMuffin - APH

Arthur had a bad day.

Okay, scratch that. Arthur had a down right shitty day.

First, he just started his new job. He loved being a nurse, yes he a MALE nurse. No problems with that. He was happy when he heard he was working with the children patients. His uniform  however, was not alright. The hospitable wasn't too big and they've only had one kind of uniform on hand; a female one.

Second, the doctor he mostly worked under was a damn brat. He was only a year younger than Arthur but he acted like such a little prat. It is cute that the kids call him Dr. Hero, but that's as far as good traits go for the Git.

Lastly, there was  this absolute perv who brought his little girl in to X-ray her arm after she fell at school. She was a polite little thing, said she liked his 'Dress'... She was trying to be nice at least. But her father, ugh, her father actually GROPED him while he tried to properly cast her broken arm. Arthur almost slapped him, instead he threw his arms up happily when he was done, saying "There you go, sweetie- oh, sorry Mr. Bonnefoy, I didn't mean to elbow you." With a wicked smirk.

Now, he walked through the town, it was small. He's only been walking twenty minutes and is already on the other side. He stood before a bar, and sighed. If there was a perfect day to get plastered, it was tonight. He pushed through the doors and his eyes flew open. It looked like a normal bar, booths against one wall, the actual bar on the other side and a dance floor planted right in the middle. That's not interesting at all though.

What was is all of the beautiful men working the place.

There were two men in tight jeans taking orders and dropping off drinks, both with auburn hair. They were thin, but it wasn't alarming. The smaller one, he had an odd curl on the left side of his head, came over to Arthur with a smile.

"Welcome, mister!" He said with an Italian accent, he was nearly the same height as Arthur but the shoes he was wearing had him standing an inch taller. "I'm Feliciano, and you're new here right?" He held his hand out.

"Yes, hello. I'm Arthur Kirkland. I work at the Hospitable, I'm just here for a drink." He shook the tan, smooth hand, thanking god he wasn't wearing that degrading outfit anymore.

The Italian smiled and pointed towards the bar. "That's where you'll want to go, then. Luddie will take care of you." With a small wave and a 've', he went back to waiting his tables.

Arthur was a tad bit thrown off by the Italians happiness, but headed towards the bar either way.

Arthur took a seat at one of the bar stools and hot damn, he almost fell right off.

The bartender was an absolute beef cake, to say the least. He was blonde, blue eyed and some kind of sexy! His blonde hair was gelled back, making him look strict and unfriendly. However, his body was just a whole lot of yummy. He whore a black muscle shirt, one that was too tight, might he add, and baggy black jeans that hugged those sweet hips perfectly. Under that shirt was more muscles than Arthur imagined possible

And for the first time that day, he wished he had that sexy nurse uniform on.

"What can I get you?" Mr. Tall Blonde and Delicious asked, with a German accent to boot.

"Gin and tonic, please." Arthur smiled, making it his best. The German smiled too, just slightly and not even a moment later he had a much needed drink in front of him.

"You're new?"

"Yeah," Arthur smiled even more, glad to get a conversation out of him. "Just started the new job today."

"Well, then, I'm Ludwig, my family owns this place. Welcome to town." Arthur's smile slowly changed to a predatory grin.

"Arthur, nice to meet you." Arthur made sure to make his accent noticeable, and by the small glint of surprise in Ludwig's eyes... Game set and match. Time passed and Ludwig made himself comfortable in front of Arthur, they were discussing Football when a tall Albino walked in and sat at the other end of the bar. Ludwig scowled and excused himself to talk to the man.

Arthur sat in silence, out of the corner of his eye he could see Ludwig get frustrated with the Albino, and that made him even more curious. And just then, the worst voice imaginable floated into his ears.

"What iz this?" Francis, the father Arthur wished death upon not even an hour ago, came into view. He was sitting at a table full of... interesting looking women... okay, sluts. (There, he said it.) The Frenchman sauntered his way over and sat next to the fuming Brit.

"If it isn't ze fiery Englishman, welcome to ze town." The man half purred.

"Oh, shut up. The only reason I didn't rip your bloody junk off is because your daughter was right there."

"Oh ho ho, keeping it clean in front of ze children." Francis winked, earning a sharp glare.

"Oh, please, I kept her from seeing the pervert her father really is." Arthur growled, this hairy Frenchman was getting on his last nerve.

Francis cat grinned and lightly elbowed Arthur in the stomach. "Zen I owe you one, your place or mine?"

"Skip the cheesy pick up lines, I want you to tell me something." Arthur spat, wishing he could empty his drink on this mans head.

"Sigh, no fun, you English. What iz it you need to know?" He took a sip from the wine glass he carried over with him. 'Of course, it's red wine.' Arthur though bitterly.

"Who's the man Ludwig is with over there?" Francis' gaze shifted around the bar until it landed on the German.

"Oh, ze Albino? I hardly noticed him come in, zat's Ludwig's brother, Gilbert. He is a handful, probably getting scolded right now." The man laughed, Arthur looked back at the two of them and sighed.

"Alright, that's all I wanted to know. Get back to your lady's of the evening then, Frog." Francis laughed again before he took another sip and made his way to his table.

Arthur sat in silence, slowly finishing his drink and only a minute later Gilbert ran out of the bar with a smile on his face.

Even Ludwig came back with a small smile. He grabbed another drink for Arthur then took his place in front of the Brit again.

"Why the smile?" Arthur asked, taking another drink.

"My brother came in to let me know his wife is finally going into labor, I'll be an uncle soon." He began drying off glasses as he spoke.

"Well, that's great, is it going to be a boy or girl?" Arthur smiled, he was a sucker for kids.

"They never checked, it's suppose to be a surprise."

"I guess you're having a good day then, your about to be an uncle. Nothing better, right?" Arthur remembers his little niece from back in London, his sister married young and her daughter has to be the cutest little red head ever.

"Yes, I'm about to be an uncle and," Arthur raised an eyebrow, "I got to meet you." Oh, Arthur damn well knew the look in those blue eyes, he's been waiting for them.

"Well, then, when do you get off? So we can get better acquainted, of course." Ludwig smirked and responded in that accent that melted Arthur.

"I close today, you can stick around if you want?" Even though he asked, Arthur was sure Ludwig wouldn't take no for an answer...

And who was Arthur to let the man down...

"Sounds lovely, how about you buy me a drink while I wait?" Ludwig laughed as he grabbed a new glass for Arthur.

The night was slow and Arthur thanked god Ludwig didn't have to leave him much to grab drinks for others. He learned a few things about some of the towns citizens. Feli, the waiter from earlier, was actually Ludwig's old boyfriend of quite a few years. Feli's own twin brother was actually the other waiter, he's was quite a bit more aggressive than the other, he was in a long term love hate relationship with an overly happy Spaniard . He also heard that Gilbert was an old gang member, not much different than Arthur, and that's how he met his wife, Elizabetha. She was from a rival gang, they fell in love when they noticed they went to the same college and started a relationship. It got serious fast and they had to leave their gangs, both were beaten black and blue, Gil got a concussion, Liz walked away with a broken arm. It was just this year they got married and decided they wanted a baby.

Arthur was about ready to fall asleep at the bar when they finally closed, Ludwig had to take the last half hour to get to cleaning up before they left for the night.

"Finally," Ludwig sighed, he came around to the other side of the bar and approached Arthur, everyone went home for the night be that point. The Brit turned in his chair and smiled.

"Time for some more fun?" He asked.

Ludwig grinned. "Of course, you have been waiting so patiently."

Arthur let his mouth curl into a smirk, he slid back and propped his back up on the bar table top, while he spread his legs slightly. His mind was hazy from the alcohol, but he knew this would be one of the best hangovers for the books. His cheeks were a tad bit flush from his buzz and he purred;

"Let's see just how strong these stools are, big boy."