Arthur's and Francis' world is complete; mansion, money and engagement. However Ludwig is over-ridden with jealousy and plans to cure his misery with his own dark intentions... ~Babes
"Rise and shine, Angleterre." Francis giggled. As much as he loved to watch Arthur sleep, he needed to get him up as France needed him for business purposes today. Francis was a photographer for one of the most popular photography magazines, 'Digital Exposed'. He often used Arthur as a model, as he had a very rustic look to him. Scraggy blonde hair and many piercings in each ear made him spice up any landscape that needed some pizazz. Working together suited them fine. It meant that they spent enough time with one another, which only strengthened their relationship. Francis and Arthur have been together for five years and last month France proposed to him. They were both ecstatic for the life ahead of them; a mansion, a stable job and a healthy bank account meant they could dedicate even more of their time to each other.
"Argh, too tired... Frog, I love you, but give me ten more minutes..." Arthur pleaded.
"Hoh he hoh he hon! Nice try. What if I told you I had buttered crumpets waiting, non?" Francis teased. As soon as the word 'crumpet' left his mouth, Arthur sat up abruptly. Francis chuckled - he knew how to get him every time, just as Arthur did with Francis.
"Ten more minutes and I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Okay?" Arthur grudgingly offered, settling back onto the bed, pulling the cover over himself and rolling to face the other way.
"Oui. You have my word." Francis replied with a grin. He kissed one of Arthur's blushing cheeks and set set off downstairs to make them some breakfast.
That day, Francis and Arthur headed to London to take pictures of London's famous monuments. When they arrived there, they immediately made a food stop at Harrods - always necessary when France was there. Once inside, they marched straight to the Food Hall. Francis picked up a cheese salad with a glorious grin on his face, whereas Arthur instinctively gravitated towards the bacon sandwiches. No food could beat bacon (with crumpets being the only exception). After purchasing their items, they headed to the exit, bumping into someone on their way. The man in front of them looked oddly familiar. Big muscles, broad shoulders, a blonde quiff and a basket full of wursts. There was only one person it could be.
Francis beamed. "Bonjour! Ludwig, is that you?"
"Gutentag, Francis. Arthur, I almost didn't recognise you." Ludwig greeted them with a friendly nod.
"I bet it's the piercings. Crikey, it's been two years, hasn't it? It would've been sooner, but we've just moved into our new mansion and have been planning our wedding." Arthur explained.
"I see." Ludwig replied, a strange look on his face. "You're getting married?"
"Oui. We are so in love!" Francis embraced Arthur and tried to kiss him, which resulted in a half-hearted smack. "So have you been doing well also?" Francis questioned.
"Ja." Ludwig said slowly. Without a word, Ludwig walked abruptly past them and walked to the tills to pay for his sausages.
This upset him. He had known Francis and Arthur for years, and they had achieved so much more in life. To call it jealousy would be an understatement. He was looking for love, something more than just a dingy flat in central London. He hated his life and hated it even more after seeing Francis and Arthur being so happy together. He wanted them to feel the pain he felt. Feel what it felt like to be alone. And so Germany decided that he was going to end their fairytale FrUK romance.
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