Author's Commentary: It's me again with another oneshot (FrUk at that) this one is angsty/sad so you've been warned
Paring(s): FrUk, slight UsUk
Warning(s): Usage of alcohol, major feels and heartbreak, rated T to be safe
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing but the plot, I pray that Hetalia would be mine one day
Could it really have been true? Maybe Francis would have been mistaken, at least he was hoping that was the case. Arthur would have told him if something was going on, right? At the moment Francis wanted to believe him, more than anything. But he knew what he saw and nothing could change that.
Arthur was sobbing, trying to talk but nothing would come out, not that Francis would listen to him anyways. Francis was standing above the male who was on his knees, begging for forgiveness, with a blank expression on his face. If only he wasn't there. How much he wanted to put that behind them and act as if nothing happened. He couldn't.
"F-Francis please." Arthur managed to choke out looking up at him with blurred vision. Francis took a step back, still with a blank expression. The room was silent aside from the sobbing of the englishman. Francis hated to see him like this, but he hated what he saw even more. The thought of it could make him want to bolt out of the door at any second, not looking back once.
He didn't know what to think of it at first (if at all). The man he loved more than the world itself, was with another man. Let alone Arthur's old crush, Alfred F Jones. But after Arthur met Francis, he forgot about everything he could have had with the loud American. Now Francis didn't know if that was how he really felt.
Earlier that night he saw the british man, with a bottle of scotch in his hand, with his arm slung around Alfred's shoulders. Arthur with flirting with him left and right while Alfred just let it happen, with a smirk on his face. The main thing that burned into his mind was the words that he spoke to the American.
"Come on ya wanker, let's go home and forget bout that bloody git Francis." Arthur said with a smirk on his face looking at the other blond, then pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Alfred knew that Arthur was Francis' and his alone, but he didn't stop him. When the long haired blond saw them together he could have just snapped, instead he took the rather 'easy' way out by just leaving. Before Francis walked out, Alfred saw him having a sheer look of horror on his face as he slipped out the englishman's grasp and out of the bar in the opposite direction.
Now here they were, mere hours later after Arthur had a while to compose himself. He had tried to explain that he was drunk and had no idea what he was doing at the time, Francis knew that but that still didn't mean it didn't hurt him. Arthur tried to talk once again, only to have nothing to come out expit for even more sobs and hiccups. Francis stiffened his shoulders and took in a deep breath.
"Why would you do this?" Francis said barely in a whisper, half expecting Arthur not to hear him. The englishman on the floor looked up at him, emerald green eyes puffy and filled with sadness. Arthur didn't know how to respond to that question.
"I-I..." He started only to trail off into more sobs covering his face in his hands looking at the hardwood floor. Francis scoffed slightly and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose lowering his head.
"How could I have been so stupid?" Francis chuckled softly tears starting to fill his sapphire blue eyes. Arthur removed his hands and looked at the frenchman, confused by his words. The look on the Arthur's face was a mix of confusion and sorrow.
"Every time you said you loved me, was it all a lie?" Francis said having his voice crack on 'lie.' He removed his hand and opened his eyes, showing tears he was refusing to fall. Arthur felt even more heart broken at the sight before him. The normally composed frenchman, on the verge of crying.
"F-francis..." Arthur said only to be interrupted by another laugh from the french. Francis ran a hand through his long golden locks with a weak smile.
"It was a lie, wasn't it?" Francis said looking the brit straight into his green eyes, as if he was looking for an answer in his soul. Arthur had his breath caught in his throat at those words. All he wanted was the frenchman, right?
"T-that's not it." Arthur said in a quiet voice trying to keep himself from sobbing. Francis had his expression hardened into a frown as he furrowed his brows.
"Then what is? I expected you to only love me and move away from that Américain." Francis said with venom dripping from his words. Francis couldn't take anymore of the englishman's lies, he needed answers now. Arthur didn't know how to react to him. They fought sometimes, but never this serious. Or having Francis actually get mad at him.
"I-I'm sorry." Arthur said in a voice quieter than before. Francis growled slightly at him causing Arthur to look up at him with a shocked look on his face.
"Moi aussi. For thinking I could ever trust someone like you." Francis said straightening his posture and pulling out a small black box out of his pocket. He then proceeded to drop the box on the ground, lacking an expression once more.
"W-wait Francis." Arthur said reaching up to grab his arm only to have his hand slapped away. Francis took another step back, another deep breath and letting it out into a sigh.
"Vos lèvres étaient seulement censés rencontrer le mien, vous étiez seulement censé me toucher, maintenant vous regarder. Adieu pour toujours, Arthur." Francis said turning around and walking out the door.
Arthur grabbed onto the small black box, turning it around in his hands. He opened it only to clasp his hand to his mouth trying to stifle a rather loud sob. Inside the box was a diamond engagement ring that was meant for Arthur. The englishman stood up and ran out the door, looking for Francis.
The one man he would have ever loved, was gone forever.
Author's Commentary: Warned ya ;P Well I said there will be no UsUk (refer to my bio) but this time America/Alfred was the bad guy in the plot, shocker I know. I'm thinking of making another chapter of this, let me know
Translation notes (correct me if I'm wrong):
Américain= American
Moi aussi= So am I/Met too
Vos lèvres étaient seulement censés rencontrer le mien, vous étiez seulement censé me toucher, maintenant vous regarder. Adieu pour toujours, Arthur= Your lips were only supposed to meet mine, you were only supposed to touch me, now look at you. Goodbye forever, Arthur
