Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia..

2.15 am. Francis was in his car, driving to a bar 30 minutes away from his apartment. He was tired and sleepy. Who wouldn't be, if you have to spend 8+4 hours at work and another 4 and half hours to do paperwork and presentation, sleep for about an hour and got a wake up call to pick a certain blonde up in a bar? He wanted to come back to his apartement and continue to sleep, but he just can't. So there he was, gulping coffee down his throat to keep him awake at least to drive.

"Why ryou here, fwoggy?" Arthur asked in slurry words when Francis called his name. The bar was not so full. In fact, Arthur was the only one there because the others seemed to be dancing.

"I'm taking you home, mon cher." Francis paid for everything the sand blonde man had drunk and slipped his hand to his shoulder so he could support him.

"I cn walk jst fine.." Arthur said, responded only by some yeahs from Francis.

"Why did you drink so much? Where's Alfred? He went with you, right?" Francis asked, had already been in the car, behind the wheel while Arthur is next to him.

Arthur didn't answer. His eyes were already closed, his breath steady, he was sleeping.

When they arrived at Arthur's house, no matter how hard Francis tried to wake him up, Arthur only groaned so Francis decided to lift Arthur up and take him to his room.

Arthur groaned and turned when Francis put him on his bed. He opened his eyes a little and said in a drunk and sleepy way (which I have no idea of), "bloody git, leaving me alone in the bar while he's out with a girl. Bloody stupid git."

"He left you in the bar? Le Amerique, never fails to make me speechless," Francis said in response. He took a pair of clean pajamas and changed Arthur's clothes with it resisting his desire to touch him more than necessary while Arthur was saying things like "don't touch me frog!" or "get your fucking hands of off me!" or other things. After some curses, Francis finished changing Arthur's clothes.

"Fuckin dense bloody stupid git. Doesn't he know that I like him? Stupid...git..." Arthur's voice was slowly getting soft. 'You, mon cher, are also dense,' Francis thought. Arthur kept mumbling and huffing until he fell asleep.

When the Brit was asleep, Francis patted his head, saying "bonne nuit, mon cher," and went down stairs to sleep on the couch in the living room.

At 6.40 in the morning, the Frenchmen got up, washed his face and walked to the kitchen to prepare some food for Arthur.

He decided to make some toasts and scrambled egg. He also boiled some water in the kettle to make some tea. He poured the tea water which was hotter than Arthur usually drank so when Arthur got up at 7, the heat would be perfect. He set them up on the table, then wrote a note on a paper and slipped it under the cup. After all those things, he went home.

Arthur woke up at 7. His head was dizzy from the hangover, but since he was not the type to lay on bed after getting up, he walked to the living room to watch some morning news on TV.

The smell of newly made toast and tea made him turn his direction to the small dining table in the kitchen. There laid everything Francis had cooked for him. A note wrotten in a fancy cursive writing caught his eyes.

Bonjour, mon cher. How are you feeling?

You remember that we have a meeting at work today about your book cover, non?

Au revoir~

Ah. Yes. Last night. Alfred left, he drank too much and a certain French took him home. And yes, Arthur almost forgot about that. The meeting. Yes. Alfred would be there, too. He sighed. He should thank the frog for reminding him. But the tea couldn't be put aside. So he drank the tea and eat the toast and scrambled egg.

The tea was just... Perfect. It was neither too hot, nor cold. The amount of sugar and cream were also perfect. Maybe the frog has known him so long that he knew what he liked.

After finishing them he put the plate and cup in the kitchen sink. And walked upstairs to take his phone and text Francis.

To: Frog

Thank you. I'll see you in the meeting.

From: Frog

Sure~ How about lunch? ;)

To: Frog

Don't push your luck. Actually I'd rather not seeing you at all, frog.

From: Frog

Ah, mon cher. How you wound my beautiful feeling :'(

To: Frog

Yes, yes. Now shut it.

Arthur left his phone on the table to take shower. After a rather long time of what-do-I-have-to-wear confusion Arthur decided that he would wear a dark brown coat, white shirt, emerald green vest and dark brown trousers. That was the clothes pairing suggested by Francis. The best he could make from Arthur's wardrobe, he said.

At 8.30am Arthur went to the garage to take his...car? No, it's not there. 'Where the bloody hell is my car?' Arthur thought. He was about to reach his phone and call Francis when he heard the voice of the Frenchman calling his name.

"Arthur? Mon cher~~ come out here~ the prince in the shining car has come to take you to work~~" Francis called from his car.

Arthur stomped on his way to where Francis was. "Where the bloody hell is my car?"

"It's still in front of the bar. I'll take you there after work, okay?"

"I don't want to go to work with you. Take me to the bar."

"Aww mon cher..." Francis pouted. But suddenly he got an idea. "If you go to work with me, maybe I can ask Alfred to take you to the bar. You'd like that, right?" Arthur fidgeted, seeming to consider the offer. He didn't say anything so Francis said, "it's almost late, too~"

He fidgeted and said, "since we're late...so...okay. Don't forget to ask Alfred, though." Francis could see him blushing at the mention of the American's name. Oh, Arthur.

They went to work by his car. The meeting went well, too. Francis have asked Alfred to take Arthur to the bar, too. Everything's fine, he thought.

Alfred annoyed Arthur, as usual. Why wouldn't he? But although Arthur always said that the American annoyed him to death...the American would be the only one wo could make him blush so much.

Disappointed? Of course. Francis was disappointed. He loved Arthur after all. But..what could he do? Smile and act as if he didn't mind. That's all. Oh. Helping Arthur to be closer to Alfred is also something he could do.

Francis shrugged. He just have to pretend, after all.

A/N: Um? What do you think? I think I fail. Awh. Thanks for reading~ oh. You can review me, of course~

Please tell me if you find any mistakes. Thanks~