"That bloody git. Why did he have to go and break up with me?" Arthur mumbled as he took another sip of his beer. Only hours ago, he had received a text from his long term boyfriend, saying that he was breaking up with him. It took him completely by surprise and shock. At first, he thought it was just a joke and sent a text back to remark at how funny the joke was. But it wasn't a joke; his boyfriend really was breaking up with him. The poor Brit was consumed by grief. He loved his boyfriend, he loved him so much. He had sacrificed things to be with him, and all it was to just end by a text. His boyfriend wasn't even man enough to break up with him face to face. This was how Arthur found himself at a bar, sitting in one of the booths, drinking his woes away.
Alcohol hadn't been touch by the Brit since he was going out with his boyfriend, which was only a year ago, but now seemed like a good enough time to Arthur to start drinking again. He had even stood out the front of the bar for five minutes, debating to go in or not before walking in and ordering a beer. And like usual, Arthur was a horrible drunk. Only up to his second beer and he was a blubbering mess. The other people at the bar gave him concerned looks; they could see how miserable he was. None of them went close though, letting him wallow in his misery. The bar was a reasonable sized one. The lighting was only slightly dull, but enough so they could see. A jukebox played any songs people choose and the music would play through the whole bar. In general, it was a happy sort of bar. But with Arthur there, anyone could feel the bad and sad vibes coming from him.
"I don't need Alfred. I don't need him! I was fine before I met him and I'll be fine without him. I'm a perfectly capable grown man." Arthur told himself out loud, trying to get his confidence back. But his face dropped and he crossed his arms on the table in the booth and rested his head on them. "Oh who am I kidding? I'm nothing without him! I gave up so much and now it's all going to waste." He mumbled and sniffled. Arthur really had given up so much. He originally lived in England, but moved to America with Alfred and lived in New York with him. He had left his family behind, some of his friends and even an old frenemy. Leaving his frenemy wasn't so bad though. Said person had driven him crazy and getting away from them was the best thing he wanted to do. But now that he was broken hearted and away from his real home, he missed his life before Alfred. He couldn't even remember the names and faces of his old friends and his frenemy, all because he had been love-sick when he was Alfred and forgot.
"What is the matter mon ami? Why so glum in a place like this?" He heard a heavily accented voice say. Lifting his head up, he narrowed his eyes at the person who spoke and now sat across the table from him. "Sod off." Arthur growled. The other person smiled. "Aw, you wound my mon ami. I was only asking a question." The other pouted. Arthur rolled his eyes. "Well why would you want to bloody know? I'm a miserable man that just had his boyfriend break up with him. So just piss off." He grumbled. "Mon ami, I didn't know. If anything, I'd want to help you right now." The other said, reaching his hand out and putting it on top of Arthur's. Arthur narrowed his eyes at the others hand on his. Something seemed familiar about it for some reason. Even the other person's voice and actions. But the Brit was too drunk and miserable to even try and think. "What's your name?" He asked the other.
"My name? It's Francis, mon ami. Francis Bonnefoy." He introduced himself. For some reason, the name sounded familiar to the Brit, but he ignored it. Arthur nodded. "I'm Arthur Kirkland. Are you French or something? I've heard the words mon ami before and your accent and name sound French too." He asked, not remembering how he knew French. "Oui. I am French. So, Arthur, tell me what's wrong and I'll help any way I can." Francis told him with a smile. Arthur looked at the Frenchman, and sighed. "Well, my bloody boyfriend broke up with me. And over text too! He wasn't even able to be a man and say it to my face! Not only that, he left me for someone else. For this bloody Russian git, who I know too and is one of my friends. He left me for one of my friends! I don't even know how long my boyfriend wanted to break up with me for! And who knows if the two were having an affair while I was still with Alfred!" Arthur told him, his words slurred as he was drunk and wailing too as the beer made his emotions more noticeable in his voice while drunk.
Arthur didn't know why he was being so truthful, with a stranger to be the least. Maybe it was because he needed to vent his problems to someone, anyone. Or for the fact when he was drunk, he just blurted things out and forgot how many problems would be caused. Resting his head on the table, Arthur sighed. "I should have seen it coming, I guess. We weren't having sex for a while and he was acting different. Maybe it was me who pushed him away. I didn't want sex that often; I was too stressed out from work. He probably got sick and tired of me, especially not putting out for him. I'm useless." He sulked. Francis reached out and patted Arthurs head and grabbed his hand with his other hand. "Oh mon ami, it's not your fault. If anything, it's his for not respecting your wishes. Not only that, he's going to regret breaking up with a gorgeous, handsome, kind and amazing person such as yourself." He consoled him.
Blushing, Arthur froze and looked up. "You think I'm….all that you say I am?" He asked, surprised that someone would say something like that. Not even Alfred called him those things, the most he'd call the Brit was hot and cute, nothing like what Francis had called him. Francis nodded. "Oui. I think you are all that and then some. I think you are perfect." He said, smiling. Arthur blushed more, his face going red. "Thanks… No one's ever said that to me." Arthur mumbled, smiling back a little. In the bottom of the Brits stomach, he felt butterflies, something he hadn't felt since he first was going out with Alfred. Maybe it was because he was drunk or for the fact that Francis was the first to say such nice compliments like that to him. Biting his lip, Arthur leaned forward towards Francis and before he could react, kissed him. Francis didn't seem surprised by the kiss, if anything, he was expecting it. He kissed back, both their lips moving together in harmony. Arthur moved his hands so they were cupping the Frenchman's face, making the kiss deeper.
After the kiss went on, they both soon pulled back for air. "My house." Arthur said between panting. "Now." Francis nodded and stood up with Arthur. The Brit pulled out a few bills from his pocket and put it on the table to pay for the beer. He was hurrying and trying to be quick. All that was on his mind now was getting back to his place with the Frenchman, so he could forget about Alfred. The two walked out of the bar and towards Arthur's apartment. The Brit only lived a few blocks away, so it made it easier to get there. They walked faster, both because it was cold and night time, and that they both wanted to start what both men wanted to do.
Once they finally climbed up the stairs of the apartment building to reach the front door of Arthur's apartment, they were already so desperate. Arthur pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, rushing Francis in first so he could lock and close the door behind him. As soon as the door was closed, Arthur was pushed against the door by the Frenchman. Lips found lips straight away, moving together heatedly. Arthur moaned and gasped as he felt the others tongue slide across his bottom lip. Francis took the chance of Arthur gasping to slip his tongue into his mouth. Arthur moaned and ran his fingers in Francis' hair, tugging on it to deepen the kiss. The kissing went on for ages, and soon their hips started to grind against each other, making both men moan.
At one point, both found them on Arthur's bed. It was a mystery to Arthur how they did, he was too drunk to even know how the littlest things happened. All he was focused on was that Francis was on top of him, and as each minute passed both men were undressing each other and themselves. By now, they were naked and Arthur was moaning as he was being prepared by Francis. Arthur's senses were filled with the buzz of the alcohol he drank earlier and the buzz of the pleasure and bliss he was receiving. To the Brit, it almost felt like a dream. That when he woke up, he would really be with Alfred and they hadn't ever broken up.
With his senses in a state of comfortable numbness, all Arthur could do was moan as he was penetrated by the Frenchman on top of him and was being taken over. Skin slapped against skin and moans filled the air in the room as the Frenchman thrust into the Brit again and again. To Arthur, he was just doing this to feel numb, to forget about his heartbreak. He hoped that the night wouldn't end, that this emptiness was filled for the amount of time that he was connected intimately to Francis. But he knew by the morning, he would forget about what was happening, but face the memory of breaking up with Alfred. He only hoped that the other would leave before he woke up so he didn't have to face him. This was only a one night stand for Arthur. Though, he didn't know what it meant for Francis. That that there was a deeper meaning to Francis, that Arthur wouldn't realise, because he had forgotten.
As both of them came and moaned loudly as they did, the both were filled with the glow of after sex. Francis pulled out of Arthur and was panting and sweating. He lay next to the Brit, who was equally panting and sweating like he was. Watching Arthur, Francis smiled as he saw the Brit fall asleep, soon following him. Francis hoped that things wouldn't be complicated when they woke up the next day, that things would go the way he wanted. But of course, he knew the Brit better to know that things don't ever go his way especially the type of person Arthur was. Francis knew the Brit too well, even if Arthur wouldn't remember him.
Okay, first A/N's. This is of course, FrUK. There will be some side RusAme. And I don't have any hate towards USUK, I ship both FrUK and USUK equally, this is just how the story goes. The smutty scene was purposly not written in detail, for reasons. Reviews are welcome and help me out, especially that this is my first chapter of this story. More to come when I get around to it. Other than that, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.