A/N: Ello! Ok so I am currently entering the hetalia fandom here and I thought I should go ahead and write a fanfiction! However, I can't decides what I prefer: Fruk or Usuk, so I'll just wing this sorta as far as the planning and plot go….I think I might write a Spamano fic too…..I am soooooooooo sorry for not updating my other fanfic in so long, I'm actually getting a laptop for my birthday in May so I won't have time limits on this dinosaur. T.T I will be getting to my vampire knight fic just as soon as I post this one. :3 And if you are reading this currently then that must mean I'm writing it no? I also might write some stuff on wW2 due to the fact that my grandmother and grandfather have really interesting stories on the war… Anyways, toodleloo!~
Arthur pulled the door closed with a sigh, attempting to hang his coat by the door only to have it fall to the floor. He placed his palm to his forehead, plopping down onto the couch, kicking his shoes off with the help of his toes. 'Why…..why, WHY!' It was the fourth of July, Alfred's new birthday; yet again…And Arthur was drunk, yet again.
Turning his head slightly, he spotted his rum cabinet. It was always there, taunting him. The smell of the alcohol lingering over its polished wooden coat. Its chestnut color reflected the sunlight coming from the window on the back wall during the day. If he could, he'd go and grab a bottle, chug it down, then smash it against the fireplace. However, it was locked…..and Alfred had the key. He had taken it last year on this very day.
The brit groaned, his head was pounding and all the shots he had taken previously at the local pub still didn't help. He was taken home by one of the few people who knew exactly where to find him on days like this. Said person's footsteps were getting louder as he walked towards the door. A sigh was heard behind it; after all, the door was definitely not very thick.
"Mon Cher…You could have left the door open for your driver~" At least the door wasn't the door to Arthur's real place. The nations had occupied themselves in hotels all over New York for the month. Since Alfred got to choose where the meetings were being held this time as a birthday present from Germany. So As a result it was very predictable to people who actually knew the brit, that he'd pick a cheap place near a pub. Alfred had also moved into the same building as to prevent such plans for getting drunk to occur, but he wasn't always successful. That was when Francis was around.
The Frenchman jumbled for the spare key he had taken from the receptionist in the lobby while flirting with her as a distraction. That is to say that he did enjoy it, why wouldn't he? Opening the door, the Frenchman walked into the room and quietly closed it behind him with another sigh.
"You shouldn't drink if you can't 'andle it….Zee bar attendee 'ad to kick you out because you were going to put 'im out of business." He knelt to pick up and properly hang Arthur's coat before approaching the younger nation. The brit had faced the inner couch as to only be seen from his back. "Go away Frog." The demand was muffled by the fabric but still auto able.
His childish demeanor caused Francis to chuckle lightly. He walked up to the Englishman and took a seat beside him, lightly combing his fingers through the brit's silky yet messy hair. "'ow about you get to bed, eet is late." He smiled, whispering this in the other's ear, causing Arthur to get shivers up his spine as the Frenchman's hair had tickled the shell of his ear. Francis continued to groom the other, waiting for a reply.
He hesitated, but eventually said something that sounded like a 'No' from the pillows. Then again, It was slurred with intoxication and fatigue.
The elder nation sighed and rubbed the brit's shoulder. On the other side of the pillows, Arthur was blushing just a bit, due to the sensitivity of his hair. That would explain why it's always so messy.
Since he was a child, his brother would often tease him and toy with his hair. Most people would expect him to become immune to their touches, but he never did. Then, by the time America gained independence and was taller than his caretaker, he had caught onto teasing as well. Nowadays the effect wasn't so obvious, as he had learned to suppress it, but every now and then, the blood vessels in his cheeks would expand and allow blood to rise into his cheeks, coloring his pale face.
Francis adverted his eyes into the middle-distance and thought deeply. His legs were crossed and his elbow rested on his knee. His hand supported the weight of his head. 'Why can't 'e move on…ett 'as been over two 'undred years….' The elder blond glanced towards the Englishman again, whose breathes have become soft and labored. A soft smile began to play across the frenchman's genuine features. 'If only 'e would allow moi zis close when 'e was sober…' His thought's trailed again until he realized that the other was in a deep enough sleep to be brought to his room.
Sliding one arm under the brit's legs and supporting his back with the other, Francis lifted England up and begun carrying him to the bedroom bridal style. He used his back to push open the slightly opened door and maneuvered himself towards the mattress where he placed Arthur down, and had begun to undo his already loose tie, remove his shoes and socks, and loosen his belt so sleep would be obtained comfortably. Once this procedure was complete the Frenchman tucked the boy in then walked to the door, closing it while whispering a 'good night' in his own native language.
A/N: I am sooooooooo sorry that this is so short but for this fanfic I think I will make updates more often and have more chapters so as the length will be normal and it will be easier for me to update with the time I am given at the computer…I think I will base the continuation of the chapters on your opinions so, REVIEW.