Chapter Two: Shock and Turmoil

Francis' eyes went wide with shock, he could feel every muscle in his body tighten and his heart drop with disappointment. However, against instinct the Frenchman's eyes didn't fill with tears instead they slowly closed, and he smiled. "I'm so happy you've found someone, Ang- mon ami."

Arthur looked at him with a questioning expression, as if he knew his ex-lover's true feelings. "Not quite the reaction I was expecting but oh well." He sat his tea cup on the table and let out a small sigh. "How about you, have you dated anyone recently?"

He was tempted to lie but he knew that would only prove his jealousy. "Non, I've been trying to focus on Mathew. So who is zis mystery darling you've been dating?"

A small blush crept over the Englishman's face. "K-Kiku and I have been together for at least a month by now. It's been quite the experience…"

Francis had to look away from the blushing gaze of his once blushing bride. 'How did it come to zis…' he thought holding back tears as he got up. However, he noticed that Arthur was already standing in front of him.

"Well frog, it's been nice chatting with you but I need to go now, watch Alfred and the others with Gilbert, will you?" Before Francis could answer the door had slammed shut he was left alone in the dimmed lights of the kitchen.

'That face, it used to blush only when I kissed it,' The first tear slid down his cheek, 'he'd only stutter while whispering my name' then a second tear escaped following the first, 'h-have I really been…' Soon, he fell to his knees and covered his face with arms, "Replaced?" he whispered.

"Mien Gott!" The sound of childish laughter, breaking glass and screaming awakened Francis from his depression. "What ze hell?!" He stormed out of the kitchen and glided angrily towards the living room.

~Hetalia~

Arthur arrived at Kiku's house a few minutes after 4:00. 'I hope he isn't mad at me or something for being late again… If only I hadn't had to deal with that frog this morning this never would've-' His train of thought was interrupted as Kiku opened the door.

"Good evening." Kiku bowed and then stepped aside. "Please, take off your shoes and come inside." Arthur removed his shoes and followed him past a screen door into the main hall of the house. He sat down patiently on a mat with Kiku across from him.

"You are late. Did something happen with the babysitter?" Kiku poured them both a cup of tea while he waited for an answer.

"Ah yes, about that I had quite a bit of trouble with the Frog." He said spitefully.

"Does that mean he knows about us?"

"I told him, but the trouble started about Alfred and Mathew. I swear the sooner I get them both in my care the better." He saw Kiku pause after he said that, and to his surprise the nation blushed and looked at him with wide nervous eyes. "W-w-what's wrong K-kiku?"

"…Am I the mother or the father!?"

"W-what?!" He screamed out, dropping his tea cup as he started to fall backwards.

~Hetalia~

Francis walked in to find Mathew, Alfred, and Ludwig attacking Gilbert. The couch had tipped over, the coffee table was upside down, tea cups smashed on the floor, the room was nothing but a mess and in the center of it all he found Gilbert. Mathew was at his ankles holding them tight, Alfred on his head covering his eyes, and Ludwig desperately trying to hold the Prussian's two arms together. "Having fun?" he chuckled.

"Don't just stand zher Frenchy, get zhem off mien awesome self!"

"If you were really as awesome as you say mes ami, zen you wouldn't have gotten them on you in le first place." He flipped his blonde hair to the side just as the trio succeeded in toppling the Prussian. Gilbert fell forward towards Francis, meanwhile Alfred, Mathew and Ludwig had jumped away from them and were running towards the kitchen.

Before he fully knew what had happened Francis found himself underneath Gilbert, bodies pressed against one another and lips only centimeters away from one another. As a force of habit he closed his eyes and slowly pressed his lips against the man on top of him.