Fidelity - Regina Spektor

Arthur never loved anybody fully; he always had one foot on the ground. Of all his failed romances - from Alfred to Antonio - he learned to leave a piece of himself so he'd have something to salvage after everything falls apart. And after three years of living with his frog -

"Hmmm...bonjour, Arthur..." Francis hummed as he turned over, pulling the Brit into a loose hug.

he still wasn't sure if he loved him that much. Sure he got used to the three great meals Francis prepared for him everyday (even if he'd never admit they were that good), the scent of French perfume that tickled his nose each time he passed him, or the way his heart jumped when he'd pull him close, but he still felt unsure of his feelings.

"Frog, move over. There isn't any space left." he muttered.

They say you should be careful not to make the same mistakes again, because eventually, your heart will become too weary and you won't be able to feel the butterflies fluttering in your tummy again. You'll get used to it and your heart would be numb to it forever.

"But I don't want to, cher; it's cold."

"Lose your toes to frost bite for all I care."

There were times when the Brit would think about all his "what if's". What if he never met him? What if Francis never dialed his number and asked him out? What if he said no? What if he never called back? What if he never let him kiss him? What if he never fell in love? What if his infatuation with all those silly love songs he wrote and sang were just there to break his fall?

And as he got lost in his pondering, he heard voices saying things like, "That's not true, you love him and he loves you." "Right, that's what they all said before they got up and left." "That was different. It's for real now." "And how sure are you about that?" He wasn't sure about what was real and what was fake, or which voice he'd believe. He was confused.

Arthur wiggled out of Francis's bear hug, but failed as the Frenchman tightened his grip and pulled him closer. Arthur sighed, "Francis, we've got work to do today. We don't have time for this."

"There is plenty of time for a snuggle and besides, I don't want to move. Can we stay like this for a bit longer? S'il vous plait, mon cher?"

Silence.

"Fine."

And it broke his heart to know that he might not love Francis as much as Francis loved him.

A/N: Awww yeaahhh. Finally~ woop woop, finished it! And it looks a little half-assed because my creative juices are like waaaapooofft:Cnope.

This is a little thingy-project I'm working on wherein every chapter is a different song-fic all based on the Bad Touch Trio and their boyfriends (specifically FrUK, PruCan and Spamano). It will go on this order: FrUK, Spamano, PruCan. ( I almost wrote FruCan. xD; /shot ) So...yeah. c:

I really did enjoy this song. C: I mean, I used to listen to this over and over back when I was like 3rd grade. I was a big fan of Regina before. Ehehe. Okay this A/N is getting too long :| I'll leave you now.

RnR so I'd improve? Thanks! Flames will be used to light up my non-existent fire place~

~Ruru