I Hate You'

by England11247

It was one thing to hate, another to love. He would just have to suppose that they both stood by a very close line. Yes, love and hate held hands together on the side view of life. A quick one shot based off of the poem from 'Ten Things I Hate About You.'

Based off of the 'I Hate You.' Poem from the movie 'Ten Things I Hate About You.'

I had fun writing this honestly~I've been wanting to use this poem somehow in a story. I hope you like it :D

"I hate the way you talk to me."

The thoughts of each time Francis and him had yelled at each other popped into his head, the time when Francis had called him 'The Black Sheep of Europe.'

"And the way you cut your hair."

Arthur is a child now, glaring at Francis because of his beautiful hair. Each moment he saw it he wanted hair like his, but it would never work out. It only worked on Francis Bonnefoy.

"I hate the way you drive my car.."

He smiled soundly to himself thinking of Francis and his drunk driving-Oh, wait…according to France it wasn't drunk driving if it's wine he's drinking. That bloody idiot..

"I hate it when your stare."

Every meeting Arthur would sit uncomfortably trying to listen but was always distracted by the French man's blue eyes on him.

"I hate your big idiotic cape."

It /was/ war. That is all that needs to be said.

"And the way you read my mind.."

Every time Arthur was sad and would try to hide it France knew something was wrong, he always knew.

"I hate you so much it makes me sick."

The fights, the yelling, the endless parade of words flung at each other…would it ever end?

"It even makes me rhyme."

No, he didn't think it would.

"I hate the way you're always right.."

"You miss 'im and you know it Mon Cher.." A glare, "I do not bloody frog.."

"I hate when you lie.."

Memories of wars and deception filled his head now. Maybe it wasn't even his fault, maybe it was their bosses. It didn't help the pain.

"I hate it when you make me laugh."

Memories of late nights, when laughter filled Arthur's house. These were rare, and he enjoyed them every chance he got.

"Even worse when you make me cry.."

Hateful words would be thrown, "I'll never forgive you.." The words linger in his head to this day.

"I hate it when you're not around.."

Where was he? He didn't show up? Why wasn't Francis talking to him?

"And the fact that you didn't call.."

He told him he would call, why hasn't he called yet?

"Mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.."

Arthur's eyes widened

"Not even close.."

He stood and picked up the phone dialing a certain number.

"Not even a little bit.."

A voice answered, Arthur bit back tears and breathed out, "Francis, I have something to tell you.."

"Not even at all."

"I love you."

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