DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!!!
Dis is a request from a fellow Hetalian, my friend da Saix Puppeh! Huggles to you! And I hopes muchly that you like it! I hope anyone else who reads it does too! Remember, dis is yaoi, not to be read if you do not like it! XD
Frathur Fluff
Why do I feel so alone?
Arthur stood up quickly as the phone rang. Gingerly, he picked it up, praying. C'mon, please let it be him, please?
"Arthur?"
A whole flood of emotions washed over him. Relief, he'd been forgiven, anxiety, why was he calling, irritation, why had the guy been blaming him anyway? All the same, Arthur was very glad to hear his voice again.
"Listen, I know you're mad, but I'm outside. Can I come in?"
Arthur cleared his throat.
"Err...yeah, sure..."
Was that his voice? It was so croaky and old! But the guy didn't seem to notice. He hung up quickly, and almost immediately there was a sharp knock on the front door. Geez, the guy hadn't been exaggerating. He literally outside the door.
Arthur ran a hand through his copped blonde hair, a small frown creasing his brow. Was he sure he wanted to do this? The knock came again, louder, more urgent. Arthur didn't give himself time to think. He wasn't gonna let the guy leave again without at least trying to make it up to him. He stumbled over to the front door and wrenched it open.
Francis.
The taller man stood outside, a blue coat draped over his shoulders against the cold. His blonde hair shone in the orange glow of the porch light. His eye sparkled as a smile played on his lips when he saw the young man standing with that adorable confusion all over his countenance.
"Francis I-"
"Shhh..."
Francis placed a finger on Arthur's lips, shutting him up. Arthur tensed, making the older guy chuckle.
"Relax..." he murmured, leaning in closer.
Arthur took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Francis smothered a giggle. He had forgotten how comical the chap could be. He leaned in again so that their faces were only a breath apart, close enough so that Francis' lips were ghosting over Arthur's. Arthur shivered. Francis wrapped one strong arm around him, and pushed him through the door, kicking it shut behind him.
Then he kissed him. Gently, he pressed his lips onto Arthur's, before gradually, pulling away, to find Arthur moving towards him, which made Francis smile inwardly. He really loved him. The weeks he'd been without the headstrong blonde had been so difficult to comprehend. It just felt so right as he slid his tongue along Arthur's bottom lip, causing him to shiver again and allow Francis to explore his mouth with his tongue. He wrapped his spare arm around the Englishman's waist, pulling him closer. Arthur slid his arms around his shoulders, placing one hand at the base of his scalp, curling fingers in the shoulder length blonde hair.
And for some unknown reason, it just felt so damn right.
