Chapter Two – Some Things Happen for a Reason
Written by: Meh and FRUKLover17
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The next day on that beautiful early morning at the Kirkland residence, Dylan decided it was best to wake everyone up at six in morning. After all the best way to start off a day is by rising early right?
"Waaake up! Everyone rise and shine!" Dylan yelled as he loudly knocked on each bedroom door.
"No! Now shut up!" Seamus said putting his pillow over his head.
"Damn it I didn't order a damn wake-up call!" Allistor yelled back while rubbing the temples of his forehead.
"I'm up! I'm up! I'm up! Just shut up already!" Arthur said as he lazily dragged himself out of bed.
While the Kirkland brothers were busy trying to wake up, Francis stayed in his room sleeping and ignored any knocks at his door.
"Wake up Frenchie!"
"Non!" Francis yelled as he flipped over on his side groaning.
However Dylan was not going to take "No" for answer.
Bam!
"Get up you lazy French bastard!" Dylan demanded as walked into the room after kicking the door open.
"What the—?! NON! GO AWAY!" Francis yelled as he got under the covers.
How dare he just come into my room, kicking my door open telling me to get up?!
"Dylan!" Allistor said as he heard the door being kicked. "You can't just kick people's doors!"
"I don't care! He needs to get up right now just like everyone else! So get up before I drag your sorry arse!"
"Do what you like! I'm not getting up!"
"Get up! Damn it!"
"Ugh…Fine I'm getting up." Francis said in defeat pushing the covers away as he stood up. However there was something wrong with this picture.
"Put some clothes on right now!" Dylan yelled.
"Non it is too early!" Francis said rubbing his eyes. "I'm still tired."
"Just get changed already damn it!"
"Damn it Francis just do what he says!" Arthur said approaching Francis's room.
"Fine."
"Put something on quickly! Arthur cover your eyes and don't come over here!"
"I'm going already damn it!"
…
Finally after all the residents were able to drag themselves out of bed, they all headed down to have a lovely breakfast.
"I want crepes for breakfast." Francis said looking at Dylan as walked over to the table.
"This isn't a damn restaurant! We are eating waffles!" Dylan said as he angrily placed down a plate at the table.
"Well someone is very pissy today. ~" Allistor said chuckling as he sat in his usual spot.
"Alright then." Francis said pouting. However this time instead of sitting next the empty spot next to Allistor, he sat down next to Arthur. "Bonjour mon ami." Francis said to the blonde with a smile.
"…Good Morning." Arthur responded but kept looking down as a light pink blush covered his cheeks.
Francis pouted and picked up Arthur's chin to make the Brit face him.
"What do you want frog...?" Arthur said trying his best to avoid eye contact.
"Am I really that unappealing to today?"
Arthur slightly looked over at Francis but then looked away once more. Then with an idea, Francis smirked then mouthed out: Look at me or I'll kiss you again. Immediately Arthur quickly looked up with his cheeks tinting into a more noticeable shade of pink color.
"Too bad I'm still going to kiss you. ~" Francis whispered teasingly then got close enough to plant a kiss on Arthur's bright pink cheeks.
"G-Go away frog-! Don't touch me!" Arthur yelled pushing Francis away then wiped his cheek with his hand causing Francis to chuckle.
"Hey I'm watching you Frenchie..." Dylan said appearing behind Francis then placing his plate down angrily.
"Merde…." Francis said gulping. Once Dylan was out of sight again he leaned in close to Arthur and whispered in his ear. "If I'm a frog then why don't you kiss me so I can become your prince? ~"
"Shut up you idiot!"
After that everyone else sat down and began to eat their breakfast. Yet there was something that kept bothering Francis.
"Stop staring at me frog!" Arthur said turning away still red-faced.
"Don't look away Arthur. Your face is still red...are you sure you aren't sick?"
"No! I'm perfectly fine!"
"Artie are you sick?" Dylan said looking over worriedly. Meanwhile Francis felt Arthur's forehead and realized it was warmer than usual.
"His face is burning. Not to mention how flushed he looks."
"I'm bloody fine! Don't listen to him!"
"No you aren't. Allistor does he or does he not look sick?"
"I'll be the judge of that." Allistor got up and walked over checked Arthur's forehead despite his protests.
"Stop checking! How many times do I have to say that I'm fine?!"
"You're right Frenchie he is burning up. He's probably getting a fever."
"Stop it nothing is wrong!" Arthur said standing up.
"No you aren't your face is really warm and red. You are definitely getting a fever."
"For the last damn time I feel just fine!"Arthur said as he began to walk away from the table irritated.
"No you don't that's what you say now but later it could get worse." Francis said he followed Arthur and picked him up bridal style walking to the Brit's room.
"What the hell—?! Put me down Francis!" Arthur yelled.
"Hey I thought I said no social contact!" Dylan said from the table angrily.
Its physical contact you idiot. Francis thought as he rolled his eyes and opened the door to Arthur's room.
"Dammit chill Dylan! It's not like he's going to do something bad to Artie. Yesterday was an accident. Get over it." Seamus said only to infuriate Dylan even more.
Once Francis was inside Arthur's room he placed him on the bed.
"Now all you have to do is lie down and rest on your bed." Francis said as he laid down next to Arthur and pulled him close to his chest.
"What are you doing?!" Arthur said blushing.
"I want you to feel better. So I'm going to stay here with you." Francis said with a kind smile then placed his lips on Arthur's forehead.
"I'm f-fine and I don't need you! Now go away before Dylan gets more pissed!"
"I can care less what he thinks." Francis rolled his eyes and held Arthur closer. "I want to be right here next to you."
"Go away! Idiot!"
"Non. I don't want to leave you."
"Idiot! You need to go to school!"
"School doesn't start until a few more days!"
"Still go do something somewhere else!"
"But Arthur I want to be with you and take care of you."
"Why?!"
"Because I—" Francis stopped. It was his turn to turn crimson. "Umm…"
"You what...?"
Francis felt confused and did not answer the question. Why did he want to be with Arthur so badly? Was it because he kissed him or pitied him for being ill? Or was it something else?
"N-Nothing…" Francis said quickly getting up avoiding any eye contact. "I'll leave you so you can rest."
"Wait! What did you—"
But Francis had already left the room before he could finish his sentence.
"Well then." Arthur sighed and closed his eyes hoping some sleep would serve him some good. "Idiot why do you do this to me…?"
…
For the next two days, both Arthur and Francis avoided each other by staying mostly in their rooms. Arthur used the excuse of being sick, even though he felt significantly better after the first day, while Francis claimed he was busy moving his things into his new room. However during those two days, Francis really spent it pondering on his new feelings about Arthur and realized they were much different than his feelings towards anyone else. Finally on the third day he decided no longer wanted to beat around the bush and just be straight forward. He made his way to Arthur's room and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Arthur called from his bed, looking up from his computer.
"It's me. May I come in?"
Arthur felt his face heat up and closed his laptop letting out a sigh. He knew it would be pointless to avoid the Frenchman for much longer.
"You may…"
"How are you feeling Arthur?" Francis said as he walked in then sat down at the bed next to Arthur.
"Much better. Thank you for asking."
"You're welcome." Francis said smiling. After a while he realized he was staring at Arthur and looked away clearing his throat.
"So…is there um anything else you need frog?" Arthur said hoping the conversation would not get more awkward.
"Actually yes. I wanted to answer your question."
"What question?"
You idiot. You know exactly what question he's referring to. You've been thinking about it all this time too…
"The one you asked me two days ago…About why I wanted to be with you when you were sick."
"Oh. Um well it is okay you don't have—"
"Well I'm going to tell you anyways Arthur." Francis said then took a deep breathe. "It's because I…well I… I sort of like you Arthur."
There was a brief pause before Francis could continue.
"I like you because well you are the most interesting person I have met so far…and…your eyes are mesmerizing not to mention hypnotic. They are beautiful, just like you Arthur. You're beautiful in many ways." Francis said blushing profusely avoiding Arthur's eyes. "You are very different from anyone I've ever met back in France even from the few friends that I've had. I like you enough that…I would hopefully like to have a relationship with you in the near future…"
As Francis confessed his feelings, Arthur reddened as he stared at him. He froze not knowing what to say, even he knew deep inside exactly what words he wanted to say.
"I—" Arthur started but didn't continue on.
"—I know. I know that I have to know you better and I understand if I'm moving too fast for you…but it's the simple truth."
No shit you idiot. Arthur thought.
"Well that what all I had to say." Francis said as he stood up. He looked at the Brit and smiled softly as he stared deeply into his emerald eyes. Arthur looked back into Francis's eyes but when he noticed he was staring he quickly looked away. Francis chuckled then started to walk towards the door. Before leaving, the blonde turned around and smiled.
"Je t'aime."
"Wait. What does that mean—?"
And once again Francis left without answering Arthur's question.
Oh Arthur won't even bother looking it up.
However Francis was very wrong, for Google was also a close friend of Arthur. His face turned red once again.
"Francis you damn idiot!"
…
Later that day, the house had been oddly quiet for everyone was in their room except for one person. Allistor peeked out of his room checking the empty hall for anyone roaming around. Once he saw it was clear, he sneaked downstairs to open the front door in order to welcome a young, blonde American. He smiled at seeing him and quickly pecked his lips before leading him up quietly upstairs. Meanwhile Francis was busy in his room decorating of things that reminded him of France so he wouldn't feel homesick. Although he didn't miss his home, he did miss his country. Suddenly as Francis putting up the French flag, he heard a loud noise out in the hall and rushed to see what had happened. He saw Allistor next to a blonde boy who appeared to have tripped while walking down the hall. Allistor made a gesture to be quiet then helped him up before walking into his room.
Well that was odd. I wonder who that is. Francis thought as he shut his door quietly. Why would they go into Allistor's room anyways?
After a few moments passed loud moans were heard to answer Francis's question. Still he felt the need to clarify and walked into Arthur's room.
"Excuse me Arthur…Where are those noises coming from?"
Arthur looked up and took off his headphones which were playing music at the loudest volume.
"Oh sorry I didn't hear you. What was the question?
Another loud moan was heard causing Francis to quickly close the door to Arthur's room.
"Oh that. It's probably Allistor. Just put some headphones on it helps."
"Oh. Well that explains why he was with this blonde boy a few minutes ago."
"Damn what is it with Allistor and blondes."
"Yeah he was wearing glasses and looks around our age."
"What? Really? I never thought Allistor would be into—"
Suddenly Arthur stopped speaking and began to think. It was then that something clicked in his mind causing him to turn pale.
"Arthur? Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"…Was he wearing a bomber jacket?!" Arthur asked frantically with widening eyes as he stood up.
"Arthur what's wrong? Why do you want to know?"
"Answer my bloody question you idiot! Was he or was he not?!"
"Yes he was but why does it matter if was or wasn't?"
Arthur didn't respond and grew quiet once again. At that moment Francis didn't realize that by giving that answer he had shattered Arthur's world and as well his heart. Arthur shut his eyes and turned away as he tighten his fists.
"Get out." Arthur said coldly. Francis stared at him worriedly and confused with a thousand questions growing his mind.
"Arthur…what's wro—"
"Get out!" The Brit said standing up.
"Arthur I'm serious. Please tell me what's wrong?!"
"Just get out Francis!" He looked away to hide his face. "Don't make repeat myself again!"
"Arthur I'm not going to leave unless you tell me—"
"No! Get out! Get out! Get out!" Arthur yelled with a shaky voice and turned around to reveal the tears streaming down his face.
"Arthur I'm not going to leave you like this! Tell me what is going on! I want to help you!"
"Please j-just leave me alone you idiot!" The Brit furiously wiped the tears from his face. Francis wanting to comfort Arthur approached him to pull him into a hug only to be pushed away harshly.
"G-Get out Francis…! Leave me alone!" Arthur pleaded as he covered his face with his arm.
Francis sighed and backed away from Arthur. He knew if he pushed any further he would be rejected and cause Arthur more pain than he already was in. Despite his own wishes, he did as Arthur asked and began to leave the room. Before he left he turned one last time.
"Arthur I want to help you. Please I just want to know how to help you. Just know that I care about you…"
After Francis left reluctantly, Arthur let out all of the misery he felt and cried into his pillow.
How do I know for sure?! How do I know this isn't another bloody lie that the world is throwing at me? How…? I just want to know how so it doesn't hurt as much anymore…
…
Finally after what seemed an eternity, the door to Allistor's bedroom opened up. The moment it did, Arthur stormed out of his room.
"Allistor!" Arthur yelled furiously.
The red-head was caught off guard and stared at Arthur with a stunned expression. He immediately tried to shut to door behind him in hopes his guest would not be seen but it was too late by then. The blonde boy had already walked out before he could.
"Hey Al I—" He froze and stared at Arthur with the same stunned expression that Allistor held.
"Arthur." Allistor began trying to sound as calm as possible. "Please let me—"
"Shut up." Arthur said coldly. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
"Artie." The blonde boy said as he starting to move towards the Brit. "Please listen I— I swear we can explain—"
"Don't give me that bullshit Alfred! Why didn't either of you two tell me?!" Arthur demanded as his voice began to crack.
At that moment Francis had stepped out from his room. He stared at the scene immediately feeling the palpable tension of the situation.
"Artie please let me explain. Al and I—"
"I don't want to hear you damn excuses!" Tears began to form at Arthur's eyes once again. "Damn it Alfred you idiot! I loved you! And you fucking knew that Allistor! You fucking knew exactly how I felt! And yet you went behind my back and slept with him who knows how many God damn times because I doubt this is the first time!"
A guilty look came upon the pairs faces as they both looked down in shame.
"Art—"
Arthur ran off not being able to stand another moment feeling like a complete idiot. He didn't even know where he was running to but it didn't matter at the moment. He just wanted to get as far away as possible from the pity looks of his brother and his first love.
"Arthur! Arthur come back!" Francis yelled as he saw Arthur run out of the house. He then felt an overwhelming anger come over him. "Allistor this is all your fault! And you!" Francis said pointing at Alfred. "You are the worst and don't deserve his love!"
With that said Francis ran after Arthur trying to catch up to him leaving behind the couple in shame. Francis continued to chased after Arthur until finally he caught up and grabbed his arm.
"Arthur…!"
Arthur's eyes widen as he felt his arm being pulled back.
"L-Let go of me Francis! Leave me alone!" He yelled and desperately tried to pull his arm from his grasp. He kept facing away from him, not wanting to show all the pain and misery he was feeling.
"No Arthur I'm not letting go! I need to make sure you're okay! I want to help you!"
"Go away! I don't need you frog!"
"I don't care Arthur!" Francis then surprised Arthur wrapped his arms around the Brit and pulled him into a hug from behind. "I'm not going to leave until there's not a single tear on your face and you're smiling once again. Please tell me how I can help you."
"I d-don't have to tell you anything! Now let go Francis!" The short haired blonde yelled as he struggled to get from the hug.
"Arthur…" Francis turned Arthur so he could face him. "I just want to know if you okay…"
Arthur looked up blushing red of embarrassment with glossy eyes and several tears running down his cheeks.
"Of course I'm not okay you idiot! I'm obviously hurt and embarrassed! Can't you see my whole world just fell apart?! That my first love has been sleeping with my own brother?! I hate everything and everyone! Why did this have to happen to me?! It was bad enough it was an unrequited love but yet I was able to accept that! B-But why did this have to happen?! Why did I have to ask you that stupid question?! And I just want… I just…"
"Shh…It's okay Arthur." The young Frenchman said as he hugged him tightly while gently patting his back. "You'll be okay. I'm here for you."
"It really hurts Francis. It hurts too much..."
Arthur then cried into the French's man chest, letting all the tears of frustration out as he held on to him tightly. For a long time they stayed like that until finally Francis led Arthur to a nearby bench to sit down. As Francis pulled him once again into another embrace, Arthur wiped away the few tears that were still left on his face then rests his head on Francis's chest.
"It's okay to cry. You can cry all you want, and I'll be here holding you." Francis said as he rested his chin on Arthur's head.
"…T-Thank you Francis."
"You're welcome anytime."
Oh Arthur you don't deserve this. I wish I could have stopped this from happening.
For a long time the pair sat there in silence in each other's embrace, until small droplets of water started to fall from the sky.
"Oh it's raining..." Arthur muttered as he looked up at the sky.
"Hey Arthur" Francis said looking down at the Brit. "I don't know this place very well, and I know you don't want to go back home...so I was wondering if you could show me around."
"Of course Francis." Arthur stood up and offered a small yet weak smile. "Come let's get out of the rain. It will be pouring soon."
Francis nodded and stood up following Arthur.
…
The pair began to walk around until they ended up in front of a small restaurant.
"Hey Francis, do you want to get something to eat?" Arthur said looking over.
"Yes I do." Francis said with a warm smile.
They both walked into the restaurant and sat down at table, sitting across one another.
"Alright you can order anything you like. I'll pay for you Francis."
"Non. I feel that I should pay."
"Francis I insist that I should be the one paying."
"I'll pay Arthur."
"...Fine" Arthur let out a sigh. After all that had happened Arthur wasn't in any mood to argue. "But only this time."
Francis smiled.
"Good. I'm going to go order and then I'll be back."
Francis then came back with Arthur's favorite meal: Tea and scones.
"Francis, how did you know this is my favorite food?!" The Brit said smiling as he took a bite out of a scone.
"Well I didn't." Francis chuckled. "It was more of a lucky guess but at least now I know."
Arthur rolled his eyes but continued to smile. As the two began to eat, a comfortable silence fell upon the pair until finally Arthur decided to speak.
"You know I haven't asked you but how do you like England so far?" Arthur asked as he took a sip of his tea.
"Well I haven't been out much and I haven't really spent too much time here." Francis said as he rested his chin on his hand. "But so far I love the weather and this restaurant seems to serve pretty good food. I suppose I can say that I like it so far."
"Well that's great to hear." Arthur said with a smile.
"Although I will admit that I do miss France but I am excited to see more of this country."
"Oh really?"
"Oui. I want to be able to see everything here during the 6 months that I will be staying here." Francis said with a sigh. "I will be leaving after spring"
"Oh I see. Where will you be going?"
I keep forgetting that he won't be here forever. Ugh why should I care if does or doesn't?! It's not like I care about him or anything…
"Then I'll move to China and attend to another school there."
"Oh."
That's far from here. Ugh I don't care! The sooner and farther he leaves the better…right?
"…It must be nice to travel around?" Arthur said trying to sound optimistic.
"Well no it really isn't." Francis said looking away as he let out a sigh. "When you travel around frequently you can't become attached to people. Not to mention making friends is quite difficult and once you become accustom to one country you end up in another that's completely different."
"Well I suppose you make a point."
"I just hope my time here in England will be fun. I want to be able to do eccentric things and be radical." The Frenchman chuckled. "You know what parents call 'too much fun'."
"Well I hope you do frog."
Once they both finished their meal they got up and began to leave. That's when Francis realized something.
"Um Arthur. It will be late very soon so…well where are we going now?" Francis asked.
"Well I still don't want to go back home..."
"Oh. Well then where do you want to go?"
"Well…" Arthur thought quietly to himself until he finally came up with an idea. "I'm really tired now...do you mind staying at a hotel?"
Francis cheek's turned into a bright shade of red as he heard the word 'hotel'. He looked at Arthur with widening eyes.
Dylan is going kill me. Well it's not like we are going to sleep in the same room…or bed…
"Umm...If that's what you want sure…" Francis said trying to cover his face in hopes the blush on his face wouldn't be as noticeable.
That's strange. It looks like the frog is blushing…maybe he's just getting sick. I mean I was sick and we…Fuck that doesn't matter anyways!
"Alright l-let's just go frog."
Well damn this chapter had a lot shit happening but what will happen now? ~ Ohonhonhon~ Also if you have read these two chapters thank you very much for either liking it and continuing to read it or for just for the simple fact that you hate it and like to torture yourself by reading this fic. Either option is appreciated. C:
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