Sex Shop

Francis awoke suddenly as a cold breeze blew inside the, what seemed to be, a sex shop. Confused, he got up and casually looked over the place. He wasn’t the type to complain about finding one’s self inside a sex shop but he was the type to wonder how he got there in the first place. He paused for a second; coming to the conclusion that he didn’t KNOW how he got to this beautiful place. As far as he could remember, he was on his merry way to another world conference meeting where he would spend most of his time staring at the beautiful Arthur Kirkland. ‘Is it possible I slept through the meeting and mon chérie, Arthur, brought me here to do a little tease show?’ the French man thought, eagerly.

“Oh, mon chérie, I would enjoy it if you put on the French maid’s dress and then stripped for me, c’est bien?” he called out and then waited a couple of minutes for an answer and one never came. “Chérie?” he called out once more. Waited, and once again, no answer. ‘It is unlike Arthur to leave me here waiting...’ he, incorrectly, thought to himself. To that, he began to thoroughly inspect the shop. ‘This place seems rather empty. There are usually some people here or, at least, a cashier.’ He thought rather frantic. Francis, at that point, then realized he was all alone and that Arthur was not here preparing for a strip show.

Disappointment, as well a fear, began to well up in the blond French man. ‘M-maybe mon chérie left me here, to get my hopes up?’ he began to think in a panic, when suddenly, he heard the rustling of clothes coming from back of the shop. He let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, there you are Arthur.” he stated, almost amused, as he walked over to the back of the shop, not realizing he checked that area just over 10 minutes ago. “Arthur?” he called as he reached the back. As he began to pace back and forth, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his body. With that, he collapsed and no longer felt anything.

Francis groaned in pain before he dared to open his eyes. The sight of the slightly annoyed blond man standing before him shocked him. “Arthur?” he asked questioningly, as he got up stumbling a bit. “Is it really you?” he asked, as he started touching him, to prove to himself it wasn’t another one of his delusions. “Arthur!” he triumphantly exclaimed and he caught the Brit in a rather tight hug. “It really is you, mon chérie! I thought I was all alone in this... this vile place.” he stated with a pout.

Upon letting go of his beloved, he began to pace back and forth. “Mon chérie, where is everyone?” he asked worryingly. “You are the first of all the nations I’ve seen today.” He paused for a second. “Are they trying to run away from me again?” he asked in a rather depressing tone. “They just don’t seem to understand the concept on how I feel about them... that’s what keep scaring them off, isn’t it?” he continued, rambling on about nonsense.

“At least I have you, mon chérie, correct?” he asked with a slight pout. “You’ll always be mine, right?” he asked, falling for his delusions once more. Francis than heard a rustle of clothing. “I-it’s that noise again!” he shrieked, obviously confused about the entire situation. “I-I think it’s that... that thing that attacked me before.” he stated hiding behind Arthur, like a coward. “Arthur, mon chérie, what is happening? What are these things? And why are they so attractive to me!?” he asked, with a hint of panic and/or fear in his voice.