Arthur was sitting in an armchair waiting.

It was nearly three in the morning and he had been there for several hours.

The front door rattled as someone on the other side unlocked it with a key.

A familiar figure stepped into the hall and started silently for the stairs.

He was concentrating so hard on making no sound that he didn't notice the emerald eyes watching him.

"Coming home a little late, aren't you?" Arthur asked as he flipped the lamp next to him on.

Francis nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Q-Quoi?" he managed as he tried to calm his racing heart.

"Where have you been?"

Arthur tried to make it sound like he didn't really care, but it couldn't be more of the opposite.

"O-Oh you know. Just drinking some vin with mes amis."

Arthur crossed his arms.

"Really? Are you sure that's where you were?"

Francis nodded.

"Oui."

Arthur glared coldly at him.

"Liar! I saw you!"

Francis's eyes widened.

"I-It's not what it looked like!"

Arthur stood up and walked threateningly towards him.

"It's not? So you mean I didn't see you driving a woman to lunch and then dining with her?" He raised an eyebrow. "Who did I see? What is Gilbert? Antonio?"

"N-Non. It was-."

"You admit it!" Arthur glared full force at Francis. "How could you? We've been together for years! We have our boys! You promised you had changed!"

Francis took a step away from the angry Brit.

"Arthur! Cher! Let me explain!"

"No! I don't want to hear it! I've had enough! You've been sneaking around for months now! I finally found out why!" He put his hands on his face and his voice quieted as tears started to slip out of his eyes. "I always knew that you wouldn't be able to stay with just one person. You've never been able to follow monogamy. It's just not the way you are. I wished so dearly that you would finally stop chasing other people, but I guess you just couldn't do it."

Francis felt his heart break.

He walked over to Arthur and put his arms around the sobbing man.

"No!" Arthur yelled and beat at Francis's chest. "Get off of me! Don't think that you can make everything okay by holding me!"

The French nation let go slightly fearfully.

Arthur had never pushed him away when he was upset. Never.

"I want you out!" he managed to shout between tears. "I want you out of my house and I never want to see you again! You get out and never come back! I'm getting a divorce and the boys will stay with me! They don't need to have their minds polluted by all the boisterous sex!"

Francis didn't move.

He couldn't.

The two of them often argued for fun, but sometimes they had real fights. However, he had never been kicked out before. Arthur would always apologize within a few hours and say that he had been childish. Francis would say he was sorry too and pull the smaller man into his arms and just hold him.

"Please don't do zis," he begged. "You don't understand."

"I understand perfectly! The three of us weren't enough for you! You needed more!" He pushed Francis towards the door. "Get out! And stay away from all of us!"

Francis could only stare as Arthur forced him outside and locked the door.

Only the other side he could hear Arthur crying his heart out.

"Arthur," he whispered.

Arthur remained sitting against the door, weeping, until two small, blond heads peeked around the corner.

"Dad?" the older one asked. "What happened?"

The younger one peered around.

"Where's Papa?"

Arthur looked up at his boys.

"He's gone. And he's not coming back."

Both boys gasped.

"Why? Why isn't Papa coming home?" the smaller one whimpered.

Arthur held his arms out and the two boys ran to him.

He pulled them close and tried to comfort them.

"He's not coming home because of something he did. I'm very upset with him and I don't want him here. If you see him anywhere, you're to stay away. The two of us are splitting up and you're going to stay with me. I know I can't make the amazing meals you're used to, but it will have to do."

The little boys stared at him.

"What did Papa do?" Matthew asked nervously.

Arthur shook his head.

"You're too young to fully understand. I'll explain it to you when you're older."

"But I miss Papa," Matthew whispered.

Arthur stiffened.

"It's late. You should be in bed."

He made sure the boys were secure in his arms before he stood up and carried them to their room.

Francis stumbled his way to Antonio's house in a daze.

He knocked on the door and waited.

The door opened after about five minutes to reveal Antonio in only a robe.

"Quién es?" he asked as he tried to see who was on the other side. "Oh mi amigo! Francis! What brings you here at this time?"

"Arthur kicked me out. He saw me with Anna."

Antonio stared at him.

"Inglaterra kicked you out? Really?"

Francis nodded sadly.

Antonio stepped out of the way.

"Come on in. I shall set up your bed for you."

"Merci. Is Romano here?"

Antonio nodded.

"Lovi and I were actually a little busy."

"I can tell. I know where ze guest room is. Shall I let you get back to him? He does not like being interrupted or ignored."

"Gracias. See you in the morning."

Antonio scampered back to Lovino while Francis walked into his room and collapsed on the bed.

He would do anything to get Arthur to talk to him again, but it would have to wait until morning. He needed his rest, especially with how angry the man was and his tendency to throw things.

AN: A new story? Could it be possible?

It is! And unfortunately it has a sad beginning. It will get better though!

Okay so! Arthur was running errands around town, when he saw Francis with a woman in his car. Since he was curious, he followed them to a restaurant and saw them have lunch.

That's a basic background for you if you didn't already understand that.

Anyway! See ya soon!