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Chapter 2: I'm Waiting

"Sirs, what will you be having this evening?" The waitress looked up shyly from her little notebook.

Francis flipped open a menu for the Sartori; they had decided upon an Italian restaurant as Arthur doesn't like most things French and Francis is the same but with English cookery "I will be having the Tegamino Di Gamberoni E Vongole to start, and then I will have the Fusilli Napoletani Con Ragu Di Vongole e Cozze. And he will have the Carpaccio Di Manzo E Frisee Salad and the Fusilli Freschi Con Speck E Taleggio." The waitress nodded politely and took down the order.

"Very good sirs, and to drink?"

"May we have one bottle of the Castelli Romani Bianco?"

"Of course sir."

"Merci" The waitress smiled then walked off back into the kitchens.

Arthur lent forward slightly over the table and sulkily sad "You don't have to order for me you know. I'm not a bloody woman…" Francis chuckled lightly.

"Of course you're not ma chère" And, unfortunately, Arthur now knew enough basic French to know what exactly Francis meant so he sent him a glare.

"Honhonhon, just relax mon amour. You should just enjoy the atmosphere oui?" He said gesturing around the room.

The Brit sighed "Ok…"

"So, have you enjoyed your day off so far?"

"Well, I suppose it was nice to have a lie in once in a while… so, did you have today off to then?"

"I was talking to Antonio the other day at the restaurant and I told him this is your only day off for a while and he said he would cover for me."

"Idiot, you can't just take time off just like that. One of these days doing things that that will get you fired."

"Ah, so cruel! Is it so wrong for me to want me to see you? Besides, we all need a break now and then."

"Alright, alright. Just be careful frog"

"I will" Francis smiled but saw that Arthur was fidgeting in his seat looking nervous. "Arthur…? What's wrong?"

"I… um… I got you something…" He bent under the table and retrieved a bag that Francis hadn't even noticed till that very moment; he pushed it towards Francis.

"What is it?" The Frenchman asked taking the bag.

Arthur blushed "I-It's… it's a t… teddy b-bear. I was walking around earlier and I-I saw that in a shop window… and, well, I t-thought that it looked…c-cute…"

Francis took out the brown teddy bear and stroked its fur "You're so sweet Arthur. Merci"

Arthur somehow managed to turn even more red and asked "S-So, do you like it?"

"Oui, very much, it is very cute."

"Good" He said, smiling wildly to himself. Francis took hold of one of Arthur's hands and looked deep into his emerald eyes.

"Here's your wine sir" The waitress suddenly appeared and spoke completely ruining the moment and making Arthur jump. When Francis had a sip of the wine and gave his approval she went away again.

"Well, that was a mood killer" The smaller blond said drinking the wine and pouting like a little boy.

"Not to worry, we still have the entire evening to ourselves"

"I suppose so…"

Francis nodded "And, can I just say how lovely you look tonight?" Arthur blushed but smiled anyway.

"T-Thank you Francis"

"It's entirely mon pleasure. You do look very sexy mon petit"

"F-Francis! Y-You can't just say t-things like that in public!" The Englishman shouted at the Frenchman.

In a mock whisper Francis replied "Sssshhh Arthur. People can hear you" Arthur froze then sunk in his seat hoping he would just sink into the floor but, alas, no such thing happened. It was not long after that their starters arrived; both pleased with them it was eaten rather quickly. The waitress came and took their plates away and came back with their mains a few minutes later.

Slurring slightly Arthur asked holding up his glass "More wine please?"

"Arthur, I think you and I both know you've already had enough"

"What? I'm perfectly fine!"

Tutting in disapproval Francis said "Cher, you have work tomorrow non? You would only wake up with a hangover and call me to complain about it."

Knowing full well Francis was perfectly right he set his glass back on the table "…fine …"

"How is your food Arthur?"

Taking another bit he answered "Very nice thank you. And how is yours?"

"Parfait! Merci for asking."

"So, how did you find this restaurant?"

"I have an Italian friend, who works here, Feliciano Vargas, he recommended it to me"

"I see…" 'He sure has a lot of friends huh?' Arthur thought to himself.

"Ah, speak of the devil, there he is! Feliciano, bonjour! Over here!" He called out signalling over to his table.

"No, wait. Don't call him over! Oh god…"

The brunet got to the table and greeted them warmly "Ciao Francis! And this must be Arthur! Ciao Arthur, I'm Feliciano. Francis has told me all about you! Wow Francis, you're right, this guy's eyes are gorgeous! They're green just like pesto sauce that goes onto the pasta. But do not forget that's not the only pasta sauce out there! There is cream sauce, cheese sauce, white wine sauce…

'Whoa, does this guy ever stop talking? Is there something wrong with him? No… there doesn't seem to be… is he trying to break a world record…? Huuumm… it looks like he hasn't noticed that there is tomato sauce all over his face. Or that… hang on… is he still talking?'

"… and then there are all different kinds of spices you can-"

"Hey! Feliciano, we need you in the kitchen you! Idiota!" A rather loud and angry Italian accent shouted from the kitchen.

"Oh, sorry Francis, Arthur, I must return back to my station!" He gave a salute and ran away through the metal doors.

"What do you think of Feliciano?"

"He's um, h-he looks like a nice guy… just needs to stop talking…"

"Arthur!" He lightly slapped Arthur on the shoulder and began laughing, which Arthur joined him in.

Once their meal had ended they paid their bill; well… Francis did, he insisted. Arthur had another little rant about being treated like 'a bloody woman' but it didn't last long. Just before they parted ways Francis grabbed Arthur's hand again.

"Arthur would you like to…comeback to my place" Arthur giggled at the word play but had to decline.

"Sorry but you know I have work tomorrow. And I don't want to be limping around the station… again at least."

"Honhonhonhonhon~ D'accord. Au revoir, mon amour" He leaned in and kissed the Englishman sweetly but briefly.

"Yeah, goodnight Francis. See you soon" He said over his shoulder waving goodbye. Francis waited until his lover was out of his view before going home himself.

But, little did he know. Someone was in his living room, waiting.

A/N

Dun-dun-dun! Hope you all like this, especially the teddy bear part! XD Please review and tell me what you think~ Oh, and the Sartori, the place they were at, is an actual restaurant in London (The info about the food they ordered is bellow) And if you didn't know this was set in London that propbably means you haven't read the story that comes befor this 'Sleeping On The Job' If you haven't read it yet please do, just look on my profile.

French Translations Merci = Thank you Ma chère = My dear (feminine) Mon amour = My love Oui = Yes Cher = Dear (masculine) Parfait = Excellent Bonjour = Hello Ça va = Ok Au revoir = Goodbye

Italian Translations Ciao = Hello

Arthur & Francis's meal Carpaccio Di Manzo E Frisee Salad Thin slices of beef marinated with olive oil & lemon sauce served with frisee salad

Tegamino Di Gamberoni E Vongole in Salsa Piccante Servito Con Bruschetta All'Aglio Prawn and clam casserole in spicy tomato sauce served with toasted bread

Fusilli Napoletani Con Ragu Di Vongole & Cozze Typical spiral fresh pasta from Naples with clams, mussels & cherry tomato sauce

Fusilli Freschi Con Speck E Taleggio Typical spiral fresh pasta from Naples with cured smoked ham and taleggio cheese sauce