Chapter 2 is up and rollin~ Wahoo~ I still love these two and their endless fights~ And, guess what! It's short! 0_o :D

Arthur took the microphone as Francis stared in awe, trying to hide behind others so as not to be seen.

One rather tipsy woman asked why he was back and Arthur laughed, saying his man had left him.

The crowd booed and Francis shrunk back at the negativity directed at him, even if they didn't know it.

Arthur put a slender finger to his perfect lips and the crowd calmed down.

"They always do!" He laughed out with a swipe at the sweat that budded at his bushy eyebrows and the bar erupted into laughter.

What are you singing?

Francis' voice rose above the rest although he still hid.

People backed him up, suggesting the newer and hip songs.

The lights dimmed even more and Arthur began to sing to the pounding speakers.

Francis listened like a captive prisoner, creeping carefully closer to the angelic voice upon the stage.

"I really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear?"

Looking up from the second row, France clenched his fist to stop himself for shouting how it was all his own fault.

But, even as a drunk fool he knew better.

He just listened eagerly as the rest of the crowd, his eyes winding hungrily over his

loves slender body.

Dieu, that man drove him crazy.

Anglterre..

The song ended just as he'd whispered the word.

Well, he'd thought he'd whispered it.

The crowd hushed at Arthur's concerned look, confused as his wide eyes darted around.

Francis realized his mistake and attempted to hide again.

Just as he thought he was safe, Arthur's green eyes lit upon his own and Arthur practically dropped the microphone.

Francis kept his eyes trained to Arthur's and he felt a strange arrousal as his angel

mouthed his name in awe.

Francis gave a shy smile, wiggling my fingers in a small wave as a blush creeped onto his
sculpted face.

Arthur practically walked on air, running and grabbing Francis into a loving embrace.

Before Francis could move to put his arms around him he slipped back, his head down to

hide his eyes and tomato red cheeks.

"What are you doing here, Frog?"

Francis could scarcely make out the words, even with the silence of the bar as people watched on eagerly.

He felt a familiar feeling of lust at his pet name and it took all the restraint he had

not to prove his love where they stood.

I have come to apologize, mon chere.

"You have nothing to apologize for. It was my own fault and I accept that as well as the fact that you do not love me."

But amour!

Francis' lips formed a pout and he made a small noise of hurt.

Those were only words of anger! I did not mean them!

But Arthur continued on his rant quietly, his sweet voice wringing out pain like he did not hear the French man.

"I mean, I know it's not my place to interfere with your plans but I'd only forgot! I know you have your others and I don't mind it but-"

his voice broke and he cleared his throat. "I-I just worry about you F-frog. I-I... I love you."