"You're my best friend."

"And so is he." Francis sits down, his heart is heavy but he tries to hide it.

He fails.

"Francis.." Arthur tries, "I love you both. You're both very important to me."

Francis laughs bitterly. "No, that's not true. I can see it. Somehow, even though I love you more than he ever could or the fact I'm here with you as much as I can, you love him more. He's your best friend. I'm just a friend, a tad more than an acquaintance." His heart throbs at this. "Isn't that right?"

Arthur sighs and sits in front of the Frenchman.

"You love me in a way I could never love another man."

Francis' heart drops.

"You're wrong, I know how you feel about being with a man. I don't love you li-"

Arthur shakes his head, "I've known how you've felt but I couldn't say anything. I..I didn't want to lose you."

Francis stands up. "I can't do this. I love you so much it hurts and the fact that Alfred is more important to you kills me." He heads for the door and reaches out for the doorknob.

"Francis, please." Arthur doesn't move. He had nothing else to say; he didn't want to lose Francis as a friend but what could he do?

The taller man turns to face the other as he opens the door. "I could have stayed, if only you had treated me like I meant more to you than just a simple friend."

The Englishman is left alone with one less friend to love.


So yeah, this came to mind while I was bored.
Too tired to really make it more.

Ahh but thanks for reading!