What did he find beautiful?
This question raced around Francis' mind without stopping, as he tried to find a perfect present for Arthur's birthday, trying to think as he did so. He'd seen Arthur spend time on different hobbies, but never had he really seen Arthur window shop, or look at something and want to buy it without being able to. He had so many books, he had so many cooking utensils… Actually, Francis decided he wouldn't buy him something to cook with.
As far as he knew, the Brit didn't like jewellery much and hardly liked to have his clothes bought for him. What to get him?
…
Arthur went red as a little gift box was plonked on the table, Francis grinning in something close to triumph.
"It is perfect for the waistcoats you wear all the time!" Francis said proudly. Arthur rummaged around in the tissue paper, finally grasping something cold like metal. Opening his hand he saw a pocket watch nestled there with something inscribed on its cover.
Time has made many mistakes, but it brought me you – Francis.
He felt a tear trickling down his cheek, wiping it away and tucking the watch away in the pocket of his waistcoat.
The best present he could have asked for was Francis' smile. That was what he found to be most beautiful.
