Notre Monde est Pur
A/N: Hey guys BritishGentleman here~ Anyways this is my first fanfiction so go easy on me please~ Review and favorite please~ I don't own Hetalia
British Gentleman
Chapter One: The Confession
Francis Bonnefoy sighed as he sat at the meeting table. He had a slight hangover for once, from having too much wine the night before, and was suffering from it. He put his elbows on the table and buried his head in his hands.
At that moment, Arthur Kirkland, possibly the most confusing person Francis had ever meet, decided to walk in the room and make his day even worse. Arthur looked at his suffering enemy and said, "What is it frog face? I thought that you French people could never get hangovers." He said with a smirk of satisfaction. He enjoyed seeing his enemy get what he deserved at times.
Said blonde looked up, too tired for bickering for bickering sake, but he really wanted to shut the other up, so he simply pulled the Brit closer by his shirt and connected their lips for a brief moment before returning to his original position.
The Brit turned ten shades of red and nearly screamed, "What the heck is wrong with you Francy pants?"
The very annoyed Frenchman replied, "I am begging you, mon amour. Shut z'e fuck up." There was venom in his tone. France was usually not this unfriendly but seeing as how especially pissed he was today, the Brit saw no further reason to argue.
Said eyebrow'ed one sighed in defeat, "Geez Francis why are you in such a foul mood?" He was generally concerned for his fellow country but not enough so to not tease him even more, "You know," he began with a smirk on his face "the only time you were in such a bad mood was when Prussia rejected you!"
Frances head whipped up ignoring the pain that shot down his spine, "E did not reject me! I rejected 'im! Get it right you little punk!"
The Brit was angry that he had called him a punk and he wished to slap said France across the face but he kept his composure. "Haha I know it was the way I said it you can never fool this spy master!" As he said this though he hated to admit it he felt a little relived that he was not distracted by another man.
The French man had been waiting for another attack, but when none came, he lifted his head to see a pink faced Arthur. He then figured out what the other was doing, sighed, and said, "You are just begging for me to kiss you again. You love me, Britain."
The said Brit flushed at these words thankful that no one had come this early to the meeting and retorted, "No I don't you pervert! You wish it was though!" His heart suddenly started pounding madly he tried not to show his emotions only to fail miserably.
Francis stood up, tangling his fingers in the others hair before kissing him gently. Arthur blushed again his face becoming a beet red color and tried to pull away but to no avail all of the strength in his arms had left him. France let him go before sitting back down and closing his eyes, "Je t'aime."
Arthur struggled to think of a comeback and said, "You bastard! Just wait I am sure you will be arrested for sexual harassment and I will be the one leading you to your cell! A-and no one will visit you!" Francis just nodded and just laid his head down on the table.
Now England was concerned for his friend he never acts this way often so he decides to do the only thing any gentlemen such as him would do and that would to go get some tea for his friend.
Francis either didn't want it or just felt like being an ass, because he knocked it right out of Arthur's hand. In fact he was silent the whole meeting, Even when Alfred started talking about the French army and Napoleon which surprised everyone.
"Geez France I didn't know you hated people or didn't like talking!" Arthur said attempting to see if Francis had survived the meeting. Francis just shrugged and left the room leaving the Brit astounded and alone.
Arthur got infuriated for some reason and yelled as he ran down the hallways to catch up with Francis. "Hey you come back here how you dare ignore my attempt at being nice to you!" Tears began to well up in his eyes and he pulled his sleeve to wipe them off and continued. "Danm it all to hell how do you expect for me to like you if you barely acknowledge my existence!" Arthur realized the words he had said and stuttered to take them back but it was too late.
Francis stopped for a moment, waiting for the other to say something. The Brit turned on his heel and said, "To hell with this I don't care anymore!" And the Brit with tears streaming down his cheeks ran out of the room.
"Mon Cher!" Francis yelled as he ran after the crying Brit. He chased him to his house and banged on the Brits front door until his hand began to get millions of splinters and his throat was sore but he didn't leave. He had to sort things out with Arthur in the morning; no he would sort things out.
A/N: Hope you liked the first chapter~ Review please~
Translations:
Mon amour- my love
Je t'aime- I love you
Mon cher- my dear
