Dudes like I totally reread mah first chappie and I like EPICLY FAIL in so many parts XP

Mah apologizes to all of mah fails

So yeah now we gets on to the main story

And I did promise a long chappie so…

HERE IT IS! X3

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"Would you tremble if I touched your lips? Would you laugh? Oh please tell me this. Now would you die for the one you loved? Hold me in your arms, tonight."

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Arthur stared out the window of the Americans hotel room. Him still lying on the bed due to his major headache from crying, he decided to just stay in bed. If anyone were to see him right now, they would say he in a trance or depressed. Well he was depressed.

Why?

It seemed to be the only thing he could say to himself at this point. It was all he wanted to know. Sure, they have had many fights before, but, this was different, if this were any other fight they would be making out right about now. But this wasn't any other fight, this wasn't some fantasy of his mind, it was reality, and the wall of reality was slamming into him at full speed.

Damn you Francis… why… why damn it?

He started to cry again into the pillow. All he wanted was to be back in the Frenchman's bed, with Francis holding him close, telling him how much he loved him, like the day he told him how he felt for him.

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(FLASHBACK)

Some how along the way to the bedroom, both men were down to their boxers and holding each other practically eating each other's faces.

Arthur wish finally came true. He and Francis were finally together. He was finally with the man of his dreams. If this was a dream… no, this isn't a dream… it can't be a dream. This was real, finally.

The two pulled apart and gazed into each other's eyes. With a smile, Francis kissed him on the forehead and pulled the Englishman close to him. Arthur blushed a bit as he rested his head on his bare chest.

This felt so right, so good, so amazing. He never wanted the morning to come. He wished the sun would just go away so that he could stay like this forever.

His body felt so warm, he pulled him closer so that he could feel more. This attempt made Francis giggle, so he put his finger under his chin and pulled his head up to face.

"I love you, Arthur"

"I love you too"

And with that, their activities began.

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Arthur silently began to cry again into the pillow. All of these memories, why wouldn't they just let him be. It was about to drive him into insanity. All the things they did together, all the secrets they shared, and all the places they have been together. How will he ever move on?

I hate you…

"I HATE YOU"

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"Why don't you like my plan, its great"

"For you, all you would have been doing is nothing"

"Yeah, that's what's so great about it"

It was yet another meeting for the allies. Everyone, well… almost everyone, was there. Alfred had just presented his latest plans that have him practically doing nothing but being the hero.

"Seriously Alfred, when will you stop thinking only of yourself"

"I don't think only of myself, I think of cheeseburgers and milkshakes some times, and I think of my airplanes, and-"

"Please shut up"

After about another hour of Alfred and Yao arguing over the plan, they decided to wrap it up.

Alfred had almost forgot, after the long drawn out argument with Yao, to ask Francis about Arthur. Ivan was the first to mention that the Englishman wasn't there, but I think Francis was the first to notice. He did look a little tired and he didn't even talk much during the meeting.

"Hey Francis"

The Frenchman turned to Alfred running up to him with somewhat of a worried look on his face.

"Hey, did you and Arthur get in a fight"

"And what would make you think that, we bare-"

"Look I about ya'lls "secret" relationship so don't give the 'I barely talk to him' crap"

"Wait how did you-"

"Well you answer my damn question already"

"Alright yes we did… why, is Arthur ok"

"No, he's been sleeping in my hotel room since last night when I found on the street crying his eyes out"

Francis then toke a seat in one of the random chairs that had in the hallways. He looked very worried about Arthur.

Damn

Out of nowhere, Alfred got this feeling as if… as if he didn't want Francis to be worried. As if he wanted him to say the their relationship was over.

He soon shook off the feeling and decided to worry about it later.

"Yeah, well, if you want to talk to him-"

"No"

Alfred was a little thrown back by the sudden response from him. Wasn't he worried about Arthur just a minute ago?

"But weren't you-"

"Look Alfred, it would be best if you just mind your own business and stay out of me and Arthur's little argument ok"

And with that he stood up and stormed off. Alfred was so confused. At one point he was worried for him, and then all of a sudden he looked like he didn't care for him.

What did Francis do to make Arthur so upset, why was Francis acting so suspicious, and why is he having these feelings for Arthur all of a sudden.

"Grr… this is so totally not cool"

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When Alfred got back to the hotel room he saw that Arthur was still asleep. With a sigh he walk over to the bed and sat down next to him.

"Gosh, how long are you going to sleep"

He said while poking him in the shoulder. This act made him turn away from the American trying to get his attention. All he wanted to do was sleep and be left alone.

Not getting the response he wanted he decided to just let him be, for next time he won't give up that easily. He patted his shoulder and went to the couch where he had turned it into a temporary bed. Before turning off the lights, he looked back over to the man trying to fall back to sleep in his bed after he had rudely interupted him.

"Hey, if you ever need anything Arthur... I'm here for you, ok"

And with that he turned off the lights and tryed to fall asleep on the hard couch.

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See longer chappie ^^

Dudes, I can totally eat a cheeseburger now XD

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