((oh, and if you didn't know, the drinks are spiked ))

(( ooooh yes. ))

((LOL he is a drinker so it will take a lot for him to get drunk ;D))

[<3 and that's all my fault]

*spies Francis, walking over to him in a drunken manner* Oi! bastard!

...*blinks, startled by that ....greeting* Arthúr...?*shoots him a perplexed look - why is he swaying drunkedly? There is no alcohol..-

*didn't plan on coming to the prom, so he is dressed in jeans and a comfortable shirt* You didn't even ask me! *pokes the Frenchman's chest*

Ah...Arthúr I thought you 'ated zese things..*lowers his gaze, suddenly feeling ashamed for not even giving him the benefit of doubt*...

*furrows his eyebrows at the knowingly true statement* well, yeah....But that's not the point! *hic*

désolé...*worries his lower lip and walks closer to,grabbing his hands* I know it's late know mais...do you vant to be my date, mon Arthúr?

(( AWMAGAD THIS IS LIKE A WEDDING PROPOSAL ;w; <3333 ))

*his drunken mind slowly pieces the question together in his mind* ....AHAHA! I'm not even dresses right! *motions toward his jeans*

You don't need to...*frowns a little because...how the hell did he get drunk?!* Vill you? I vould love for you to be my date..

*lets go of France's hands and pulls him closer by his tie, letting out drunken giggles as he kisses the Frenchman suddenly*

*is suddenly pulled forward and he blinks in surprise,not expecting his lips to collide with the Brit's and...is he /giggling/?As soon as he

recovers from the momentary shock he smiles alluringly into the kiss and wraps his arms around him,pulling him closer*

*leans on the Frenchman, to drunk to stand on his own feet evenly. They are getting surprised looks from the other students, and

Arthur breaks off from the kiss hearing the whispers being passed between the sober student body* Oi! S'mine! *slurs and kisses him again*

*Francis lets his hands roam across the Brit's back and his neck,fisting his hair lightly as he lets him kiss him.When they break the kiss

and he notices the looks from the others he feels strangely sheepish,but elated.His heart begins beating loud,eyes widening in surprise at

*blinks from a far view with professor rome, giggling while staring at them both kissing*

Arthur's words...he can't help feeling surprised at the Brit's possessiveness towards him- did Arthur just declare their relationship in

in front of /everyone/?!*

*Damn right he just did, not that the Brit will remember doing so in the morning and will probably blame it all on the Frenchman. The

drunken Englishman droopingly wraps his arms around Francis' neck, having another spontaneous giggle fit*

*stares at drunk UK from accross the room and starts to giggle* oh, i do love my vodka <3 *is now part of the crowd who's staring at them*

*The giggles are contagious,and soon Francis finds himself laughing along with Arthur,arms holding his boyfriend tight as he whispers to him

playfully* Ve better go elsevhere,ve are attracting a lot of attentionand you vill kill me tomorrow..

E-eh~? What's wrong with here? There's punch here! *pouts*

Everyone is looking at us *chuckles, pressing a kiss to his lips* Not zat I mind, mais I know you vill...

What're you talking about? I dun care! *hits France* Get me punch.

As you wish, Arthúr...*sniggers quietly as he gets him some of this rather...dubious punch.He takes a sip before giving it to him* Ah!

it's spiked! *that explains..*

*yanks the cup away from him, gulping it down quickly* ah~! Great stuff. *giggles again, leaning back on France*

*shrugs, taking a glass for himself as he wraps an arm around him possessively-he's never seen him this drunk!*

*starts to tug everywhere on France's clothes* Ya look to for-*hic*-mal! What's with you!