human!AU 2p!USUK w/Joe and Rose

Arthur followed, attempting to shake the water out of his hair a bit now, continually running his hand through it as they arrived at their boss's door. His clothes were also a bit wet - he really should have thought staying in the rain for longer through, as he was about to see his boss. Oh well, his boss would understand that it had just started raining, but - Francis was pretty much completely dry. That would imply that Francis was quicker than Arthur, or better so protected himself from the rain.

Either way, Arthur was most convinced that his boss would unanimously come to the decision that Francis was better equipped for the mission than he was. What if, for the first time ever, Francis was assigned to a mission with someone else? Arthur couldn't imagine that, but - then again, he was freaking out because he got wet in the rain. Besides, Francis knocked on the door of their boss's office directly instead of arranging a meeting with the secretary first - surely that would be something negative. Right? Right.

As soon as Allan kissed him, Oliver giggled. He was so freaking happy right now, he knew full well that his giggle was annoying, but he did it anyway, smiling as they both went inside. Once they were inside, he shook off the umbrella and closed it before shutting the door and putting the umbrella against it. The towel still around him, he sort of shuffled towards the kitchen and looked around for what they could have for lunch. He could always bake something...

However, he had no idea what to bake, because he already had dinner planned out! So, he just sort of aimlessly stared at the pantry, like a true Kirkland does. Either a Kirkland stares at the pantry because there's so much that they can cook, or there's so much that they can't. Either way, they stared aimlessly at the pantry because that was just an acclaimed habit of sorts.

Arthur cleared his throat, and decided that since this had the most to do with him, he would be the one to speak. After all, it was his brother's friend's problem, so that was... Sort of related to him. At least, it was related to him more than it was to Francis. He was on pretty good terms with Ludwig anyway, and thinking that just a bit of water would get him in trouble was just a bit ridiculous, at the least.

"Well, sir, you know my twin brother, the one who runs the bakery at the outlet shoppes - yes, well, his, ah, friend happens to be the man who you may have seen on wanted posters around here, and it turns out he was framed for the murder by this huge mafia organization. Which the taking down of, Francis and I thought, was a bit more important, a bit more high on the priority list than an art thief - right?"

It was a bit odd how both him and Oliver had the habit of adding something on to end of their speech, for constant confirmation that they were right, or moreso, that they weren't wrong. Because being wrong was something they both feared - for entirely different reasons, but yet it still held prevalent in both their lives. Nonetheless, Arthur hoped very much that him and Francis would be doing something exciting once again.

Oliver had already thought that like, everything Allan did was super adorable in every single way, but he personally thought that Allan preferred his whole reputation as a more laid back cool guy, so Oliver would let him have that for now, really. He kept staring at the pantry for a few more seconds, before blinking and looking up at Allan.

"Oh. No, not - not really, I just, it's something both of us - Artie and I, ah, well - what do you want for lunch?" He looked at him very seriously, putting his hand on the door, sort of ready to grab whatever Allan said he wanted for lunch, really.

((I love it, A+ Ludwig Beilschmidt as boss))

Arthur was definitely far more scared by the tone of Ludwig's voice than if he had yelled at him. Much more scared. He smiled nervously, before biting his lip and looking up, trying to think of what to say now. He looked at Francis desperately, took in a deep breath, and looked back to Ludwig. "Well," he started, "you see, I've wrongly led you under the impression that I did intentionally believe him and that I do have ready contact with him, but really, it's all - it's all on Oliver, really." But no, he shouldn't have said that, because now Oliver was in trouble - shit.

"But, as I've said sometime before, Oliver only tells things to me, so - you should most likely let me handle it no matter what you choose to do, but - Oliver - I..." Oh, he just didn't want Oliver to be sad or in danger, that's all he really wanted right now. He also didn't want to get fired, so he looked at Francis again, just hoping for some backup here. After all, Francis was the one who went right up and knocked on the door.

"R-right! Right, I - I knew that, heh.. Sandwiches sound good, yeah! I could.." He scanned through the pantry a bit more, "Mhm, I could make sandwiches, and then we could have - do you like pretzels or potato chips better with sour cream and onion dip? I, I mean, that's the only dip I have, so - so I hope that's okay, I mean of course it's okay, you just said, ah..." He smiled up at Allan, in some sort of excuse for talking so much, as he got out the mix for the dip and both bags of potato chips and pretzels.

He then walked over to the fridge, opening the tray with a whole bunch of cheeses and meat. "Also, you can - choose from whatever you want here, really, I've got pretty much everything, you know - yeah.." Gosh, he felt so pathetic right now. He was so much better than this, but Allan was making him all fluttery and stuff.

Arthur simply stood there, while Francis stole a shiny promotion right off of Ludwig's desk, it seemed. How did he always do that, anyway? Arthur had no idea, and he just stood there listening and crucially nodding along in the right places. He's known Allan for a long time? As if. Francis trusted Arthur with his life? That... That probably was true, actually. Why was that even necessary to say? Well, he knew the answer to that. But still... Oh, here Arthur went again, worrying too much about one line.

Oh, but the thing was, Arthur wasn't completely sure of Allan's truthfulness, and he just trusted what Oliver had said - and, in all honesty, Oliver wasn't always right, and Oliver always had been the type to be very gullible... Oh, then so was Arthur now, then, too! He'd definitely have to tell Francis that, but now, he felt he couldn't quite turn back. Especially after Francis had said all that. So, he waited here, waited here expectantly for Ludwig's answer, just hoping it would be positive and a go. Despite how much he was working about this, anyway, he knew that he needed something a bit more exciting in his life than an art thief and Oliver telling him about his day.

Well, Oliver was always nervous about his giggle - but he realized that now whenever Allan did something freaking cute, he'd giggle, and so he did it yet again. Gosh, he was just - he was very, very happy that he had asked Allan to be his boyfriend, because honestly? He could get real used to this. "Well, being nervous and calming down are two different things for me, but since you've so kindly said so, alright!" He didn't even know if any of what he just said had made sense, but he said it anyway - he did that a lot. He stood on his tiptoes and pecked Allan on the lips briefly, because hey, if he said he didn't enjoy this new feeling of kissing someone because they were your boyfriend, he'd be lying so much.

"Still, you've got to choose the cheeses and the meats and the chips and /or pretzels you want... That's something I can't really decide for you. Unless you want me to, in which case you may or may not like it. Your choice, though. Like Subway. But better, probably."

Arthur was, in all honestly, absolutely thrilled that Ludwig was actually letting them do this. Sure, he was scared too now that him and Francis had the responsibility of bringing the entire mafia group down, but, Ludwig's words rang in his mind: national heroes . Sort of gave him an ego boost, really - that if they did this successfully - and when hadn't they ever done something successfully? They'd be remembered throughout the country. And as far as Arthur had heard, this was an international group as well... So surely, they'd be reported throughout the world. Yeah, huge ego boost, really. But, Arthur couldn't let that get to him. Despite the rewards, this was definitely going to be a highly dangerous and risky mission, so was it worth it?

He looked over to Francis, and the slightest of smirks found its place onto his face as he nodded. "I believe we'll take the mission, sir. You can count on us." He felt like tipping a fedora or something there, except this wasn't the 1920s, where a fedora was actually classy and didn't mean that you were some neckbeard that believed they were superior because they "treated women right" and "believed in only logic". Arthur could have gone on a whole rant about that, but - right now they were taking a mission to take down the mafia. Right. But did the mafia wear fedoras? No, no, no, Arthur, keep on track. Gotta keep on track. So, yeah, he'd take this mission. Because if they slipped up, he didn't even have to worry about getting fired - they'd both die. But that was something to worry about when they actually started doing dangerous shit, right?

Oliver watched as Allan took what he wanted, and then pulled out some mild cheddar and the turkey, setting them on the counter before going back to the fridge. As a baker, it wasn't that much of a surprise that he had tons of freaking dough in his fridge, just homemade dough he'd made and kept there - because why use bread you already baked when you have the time for freshly baked bread? Right? He looked back to Allan as he got the dough out and put it into a pan. "Hm? Ah, you could, if you really could, but I think I've got it? But, I'm not going to stop you from helping. That'd be silly." He smiled as he kneaded the bread down first before putting it into the oven.

"And now we wait!"

(( wAS IT HAMBURGER DUO CAUSE THATS WHAT I THOUGHT BUT STILL WHAT IS IT IM PUMPED TO HEAR WHATEVRR U GOT TO SAY ))

Arthur nodded, waving to Ludwig as they made their way out of the office and back into that damned elevator. Really, this elevator was pretty ridiculous. Even though it did actually play elevator music. He looked at Francis, and almost said something, but what was he even going to say? Oh, right. Probably discuss this mission. What they should do and all.

"So, where should we go to after this? Because if we're going to be traveling a bit, I'd probably need to stop by my place and pack a bag or two."

Oliver sat on the counter, looking at the bread one last time before looking back up at Allan. "Well, we could probably put the meat and cheeses back, I just wanted to see what you wanted, after all - " he said as he put said meats and cheeses back up, "but we can already have the chips slash pretzels and dip if you want, I've got those plates that kids love with the little sections and stuff, very useful for chips and dip stuff.." He said, smiling as he hopped off the counter to show Allan said plates.

"But really, whatever you want to do is fine!"

(( omfG YES like that's why I love this au so much okay you have no idea I absolutely love the idea of FRUK as secret agents no matter what here have some links


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