Author's Note: This is the final chapter out on Valentine's Day as promised. And as always I just wanna say that this fic wouldn't have been as good as it is without the help of my pal Passionate Black n' White Ink. So please read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: Hetalia and all it's characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
The next morning Arthur woke up with dull pain in his lower back and slight throbbing in his head.
"Ugh..my head.." He groaned sitting up slightly, before realizing he was naked, his bed was completely disheveled and he was gripping a disturbingly familiar blue hair tie in one hand.
"What the bloody hell?" He whispered feeling nervous as he glanced around a noticed a note on the pillow next to him.
"Hmm, a note." He questioned picking up and looking at its contents which read.: "Good morning my, little Angleterre ..." the writing was elegantly curved. 'Oh that's right frog face was here for dinner last night.' Britain recalled before continuing to read. :"Sorry I couldn't stay till you woke up like I promised you, but I had a nice night with you." 'Did I really ask him to stay?' Arthur wondered no really recalling that particular event as he went on to read more.: "The way my name sounded coming from your lips was quite lovely, no?" ~ Francis Bonnefoy." After reading the last sentence Arthur took a few minutes to piece everything together nervously, then it him he'd woken up naked, in a messy bed clutching France's blue hair tie, with a sore back and a slight headache!
"Did I have drunk sex with that bloody frog last night!?" Arthur said shocked and aloud to himself as he sat up quickly and got up off the bed. "I can't have..." He whispered quickly walking over to his bathroom after picking up his British flag boxers on the way and slipping them on. "Oh who am I joking! Of course I did?" He said holding the blue hair tie up to his face glaring at it before throwing it down on the sink, grabbing his royal blue bathrobe and slipping it on quickly.
"And what does that bloody fucking frog go and do?!" He growled feeling very angry and hurt as he stomped out of his room, down the hallway and into his sitting room. "He's leaves the next morning!" He shouted to into the empty room as he glared at the bottle of rose wine laying on the floor next to two empty wine glasses. "And doesn't bother cleaning up his damn mess!" He grumbled picking up the discarded Item's and just stood there a few moments. "Or even say..." He whispered hoarsely as the realization hit him. "..even say a..single word...Goodbye.." He whispered sniffling back a few tears that gathered in the corners of his eyes as he let himself collapse onto the small couch.
"He even broke his promise to me..." He said dejectedly putting a hand to his forehead. "...even if I don't remember asking him to stay...it still hurts." He whispered finally letting the tears fall freely, he simply didn't care anymore, there was no one around to see him break down like this so it really didn't matter. "Francis," He exclaimed in a hiss. "I actually loved you..with all my heart!" He said his tone oozing hatred and disappointment. as he gripped the robe fabric that was over his heart. "So why the hell did you do this to me?" He whispered letting his head hang a moment, before deciding to lift himself back up slowly.
"You know what?" He whispered dropping his hand away from over his heart. "I'm not going to let that French idiot have the satisfaction of knowing that what he's done to me has effected me like this." He said dropping the bottle of wine and wine glasses on the couch. "I can get over him..." He said forcing a smile onto his face as took one last look at the note in his hand before tossing it over his shoulder and walking away back into his room to get dressed.
"I'm sure the garden to use a little weeding..." His musings could be heard from the sitting room where the fallen note now laid, it's bottom folding coming undone to reveal one last line of the message. : "P.S. I have an important errand to run but, I'll be back soon with coffee and some Danishes for brunch. See you soon, mon amour."
Arthur was soon back outside in his lovely backyard garden, ignoring the red roses every time he saw them and focusing on harvesting the ripe fruits from his apple tree and placing them in large basket next to him and skipping the love songs on his I-pod whenever they came up, he never noticed just how many love songs he had on it until today. "Oh, for the love of the queen!" Arthur muttered irritated after the fifth love song came up. "I give up!" He grumbled pulling his ear-phones out and letting them hang down the front of his collar and he shut the small device off and placing it in his pocket before returning back to the tree with a few curses.
Suddenly the recognizable sound of an elegant French accent came drifting to the annoyed brit's ears. "What's wrong, Arthur?" France asked with a laugh as he watched the blonde, British male's body jerk startled.
"Go away, Francis." Britain said not turning around as he continued to work.
"Oh come on,mon amour..." France said with a smile. "Quit playing hard to get." He said with a chuckle as he walked closer.
"I said 'go away' and don't call me that!" Britain said his voice getting louder with anger. "I don't want to talk to you right now!" He growled out as he leaned over, picked up the basket that was only half full of apple and shoved his way past the confused Frenchman as he headed toward his open back door.
Francis gave a questioning look toward the Brit and followed him inside. "What's wrong?" He asked closing the door behind him gently. "Why are you mad all of sudden?" he asked confused as he walked over to green-eyed blonde slowly.
"How dare you even have the gall to come back here asking for my attention after what you've done!" England slammed his apple basket down on the kitchen island yelling at France.
"Arthur...I don't understand." France stepping closer and stroking the Brit's cheek a moment when suddenly.
"Don't you dare touch me after you broke your promise!" Britain yelled slapping France's face, leaving a handprint.
For a moment the two stared at each other, France wide-eyed with a hand on his red cheek, before he spoke up.
"My promise?" France inquired confused. "What promise did I break?" He asked imploringly.
"It's right in your bloody letter!" Arthur yelled balling his hands into fists at his sides. "It says and I quote. 'Sorry I couldn't stay till you woke up like I promised you, but I had a nice night with you.' end quote." Arthur spat as he folded his arms angrily.
"Oh that!" France said his eyes widening in realization. "When I woke up this morning you were still asleep, so I went to make breakfast but you didn't have anything for me to make something with and I figured I could go pick us up something while I took care of an important errand as well." He said showing Britain the paper bag and drink tray he was holding.
"Didn't you see what I wrote saying that I went out for food in the note." he asked curiously as he put the tray and bag on the island counter lowering his eyes. "I didn't think you'd mind if I was gone for just a few minutes." He said looking up into the Brit's green eyes apologetically.
"Your note didn't say anything about going to pick up food." Britain whispered confused and a bit calmer now as he quickly went to get the note and came back with it in hand quickly.
"It's right here." France said pulling the bottom fold down so Arthur could read the bottom line clearly. "See?" He asked pointing at it with a slender finger.
"My goodness!" Arthur exclaimed as the realization hit him that he'd just been angry with and slapped France for no good reason. "I'm so bloody stupid!" He said putting a hand to his mouth aghast.
"Francis, I'm so sorry." Britain said turning to the blue-eyed blonde. "I just assumed when you weren't here that..." He said hurriedly gently touching the Frenchman's red cheek softly when France cut off his rant with a gentle kiss.
"It's ok, mon amour." France whispered looking the island nation in the eyes with a smile. "I believe I deserved it with the reputation I have." He said with a chuckle and making Britain smile as well.
"Je taime, Arthur." he said pulling the green-eyed blonde in for a loving embrace. "I would never leave you, I promise." He whispered into Arthur's ear tenderly.
"I love you too, Frog." Britain said with a laugh. "Care to seal that promise with a kiss." he said with smirk.
"How about two." France said kissing Britain on the neck gently before moving up and kissing his lips. "Deal sealed?" he inquired after pulling away and looking into the green eyes staring at him happily.
"Deal sealed." Britain said with a laugh as he pulled the brown paper bag open and fished open one of the cheese Danishes. "Until tonight." he said with a wink as he grabbed the coffee Labeled 'Artie-Kins', trotted over the kitchen nook and sat down.
"Tonight huh?" France said grabbing the bag and his coffee as well, before following Britain to the nook and sat down as well. "I like the sound of that." he said with a smile as he sipped his coffee.
After a few silent moments the green eyed Brit spoke up. "So, what was the important errand you had to run?" he asked curiously as he nibbled on the pastry in his hand and contentedly stared at the window at his garden.
"Oh...it's a surprise..for you." France said drawing out the words teasingly. "But you can't see it til it's complete ok, mon petit lapin." He said with a seductive smile as held the blonde Brit's face up with a hand, one finger stroking Arthur's chin tenderly.
"Fine, if that's what you want." Arthur said with a chuckle as he leaned into the gentle touch.
Later that night the two blondes were in Britain's bedroom, making out on the bed again.
"Francis, enough playing around." Arthur said breathlessly as he pulled out of the passionate kiss France and he had just been engaging in. "Let's shag already!" he said using a playful growl in his voice, before he leaned up and gently sucked on the blue-eyed Frenchman's neck, leaving behind a red love mark.
"Mmm, you naughty little lapin." France said with chuckle as he got down on floor on his knees. "Sit up and get on the edge." He instructed the green eye male on the bed calmly.
"Right'o." Britain laughed obeying the command, before leaning back on his arms and spreading his legs wide open for the Frenchman kneeled in front of him. "Think you can handle me?" He said with a laugh as he waggled his hips tauntingly, causing his erect cock to bob lightly in front of France's face.
"I can handle anything you can dish out." France said with a smirk as took one to grasp Britain's hard member gently, before licking the underside from base to tip a few times, before wrapping his lips around the whole head and swirled his tongue around and under it as he steadily pumped the shaft with his hand.
"F-Francis!" Britain gasped out between ragged breaths and short gasps as he entangled both his hands in France's silky blonde hair. "Bloody...h-hell..that's so good." He said breathing raggedly, massaging the blue-eyed males scalp in almost perfect time with the slow bobs of his head.
"A-aah!" Britain let out a surprised moan as France pressed the very edge of his tongue into the small slit of his cock to lap up the precum that had began leaking from it. "Take it easy down there!" He said pushing France's head back a bit.
"I don't wanna come before you invade me?" He said with a chuckle at the use his military innuendo.
"It's no really an invasion if both parties are willing, Angleterre." France said with a laugh and as he stood up and fished a tube of cherry flavored lube out of the nearby drawer before sitting back down on the bed. "Mmm, cherry...try it." he said as he squeezed some onto his hand and fingers before holding three of his fingers out in front of Britain's mouth with a smirk.
"You're not tricky you know." Britain said eyeing the lube covered fingers with an amused smile. "But, fine." he said talking all three fingers into his mouth swirling his tongue around them and sucking on them, and eagerly nibbling gently once in a while.
"Mmm, I like it when you nibble like that." France said removing his adequately wetted fingers with a smirk. "I'll have to let you suck me off next time." he said moving his hand down to Britain's entrance once had lain down again and watched the green-eyed Brit's face for any signs of pain or discomfort as he pressed the tip of his first finger gently against the Brit's waiting entrance.
After a nod from the green-eyed male France pressed his first finger in gently, listening close to the slight gasp from Britain, before carefully working in the second where he paused a few moments flexing them a bit to help the Brit adjust to the feeling..
"Do you think you can handle a third..." he started asking as Britain cut his of with a sharp interjection of.
"Just add the third finger!" He said with a quick groan of pleasure as France flexed his fingers again.
"Right." France said pressing the third inside slowly. "Don't forget to breathe steadily..." he instructed scissoring his fingers a few times.
"I'm fine, b-bloody frog!" Arthur retorted quickly as France leaned his head forward to lick his collar-bone as a distraction for any possible discomfort. "I'm not as damn fragile as you believe...ah..me to be!" He said gasping once when France squeezed his balls gently a few times before removing his finger's slowly.
"I know...I just want to make sure I won't hurt you." France sitting up next to the Brit, his own cock in hand as he applied a fair amount of the lubricant to it and began to massage himself gently as to apply the gel-like substance quickly. "You ready?" He inquired looking down at the green-eyed blonde once he had finished applying it.
"Anytime you are." Britain said with a smirk as he watched France lay back again before motioning for him to come over and straddle him. "Ok." He said with his ass hovering over the Frenchman's cock and waited for instruction's of some sort.
"Now, slowly lower yourself down." France said using one hand to guide his member into the Brit's entrance and the other to help hold Britain steady. "This might hurt a bit, so you can squeeze on my arm if you want." He said calmly as the head of cock barely penetrated the green-eyed Brit's entrance.
"Mon dieu! You're so tight!" France whispered hoarsely fighting every instinct that told him buck his hips like crazy. "A-Arthur...you feel soo good." He groaned biting his lip he wanted so badly to move his hips.
"Heh...h-heh..you're not so bad yourself." Britain said struggling to let out a chuckle as let his body adjust, before thrusting experimentally. "Mmm, ah..unh." He moaned gently as France took his cue and began thrusting in and out gently.
"A-ah! Francis, yes faster!" He yelled as France began to pic up the pace a little and tried a few different angled thrusts when suddenly. "OH! There!" Arthur shouted as France found his sweet spot and brushed it. "There again please!" He begged as France began pounding into that same spot steadily over and over.
"Arthur... you're soo..hot." France whispered into Britain's ear in a gruff voice as he pulled almost all the way out making the other blonde whine at the loss. "Venez a moi,mon amour." He whispered as thrusted into Arthur's sweet spot one last time.
"F-Francis..yes..yes!" Britain shouted the blue-eyed blondes name at the top of his lungs, coming all over his and France's chest and stomach's.
France's rode out the delicious feelings of the Brit's muscles clenching and squeezing his member erratically. "Arthur!" he shouted out a loud moan of Britain's name on his lips before coming inside of him, his hot cum leaking a bit from the green-eyed males entrance.
After a few moments France removed himself from Britain's body, letting them both collapse onto their sides next to each other on the bed, they stayed silent staring at each other contentedly for a while.
"I love you, Arthur." France whispered to the green eye blonde smiling at him happily moving into the offered embrace.
"And I love you." Britain said with a laugh as he brushed a stray lock of hair out of the blue-eyed Frenchman's face tenderly.
They sat there smiling at each other before Britain decided to pull a blanket over them both and snuggle closer into the Frenchman's arms.
For the next couple of day's France kept going somewhere for 2 hours after every visit and after about three days of this whenever France came over he started not removing his t-shirt during love-making, this went for a month straight until one morning after another hot night together.
Arthur woke up a little later than usual that morning and rolled over stretching his arm out searching for his French lover with an exhausted yawn.
"Hmm?" He mumbled as his hand hit the empty pillow softly and opened his eyes tiredly. "Francis?" He whispered glancing around the room, before hearing the quiet sounds of water running and the faint sounds of the Frenchman's voice coming from the master bath.
'I guess he's in the shower...' he thought to himself as he got up and wandered over to the open bathroom door. 'He's got a lovely voice.' He mused with a smile and leaned against the door frame as he enjoyed the sound of the Frenchman elegantly singing a love song softly in his own language.
Arthur stood there for a few more minutes eyes closes contentedly listening to words of the song France sang, before hearing the sound of the water being shut off and the ruffling of the shower curtain being pulled back.
"Oh, Arthur." France said when he spotted the green-eyed Brit standing in the door way staring at his glistening and wet body. "I didn't wake you did I, mon Ange." he said smiling as he moved closer to the Brit for a quick good morning kiss.
"No you didn't." Arthur said with a smile as he put a hand to France's chest to steady him self. "Huh?" He said lifting his hand when he felt something slick under his palm. "What's this?" He said glancing at the bandage taped over France's heart confused."Are you hurt?" he asked in a worried tone of voice as he put a hand on the Frenchman's shoulder in concern.
"I'm fine, mon cher." France said with amused smile. "I was planning to wait until later tonight to show you this but..." He said stepping back a bit and taking one corner of the bandage in between his index finger and thumb gently. "I guess now's a good time too." He said with a small laugh as he pulled it off with a quick tug to reveal a brand new fully healed tattoo, placed right over his heart.
It was colored tattoo drawing of a blonde furred, green-eyed, bushy-browed, lop-eared bunny with a dark-green stemmed, red rose in his mouth and Britain's name underneath it in black cursive, the letters curved beautifully.
"What do you think?" France asked nervously watching the green-eyed Brit's expression go from surprise to awe as he slowly walked closer for a better look.
"You did this for me?" Britain asked quietly as he stared at the tattoo quietly his expression unreadable to France from this angle.
"Oui, I did it as an answer to your silent confession of love, mon amour." France said with a smile as he put his hand over the rose tattoo on Britain's chest. "and as a way to show you that you'll always have a place in my heart." He said kissing the Brit's lips gently.
"I love it." Britain said sweetly after France pulled away and began getting dressed, pulling on white boxers, black jeans and a white shirt which he left unbuttoned, showing off his lean chest.
"But, why do you have to go be so damn romantic about it?" he asked with amused smirk as he watched the blue-eyed Frenchman dry his hair quickly and sling the towel around his neck.
"Because I'm the nation of amour, mon cher." France said with a chuckle as he pulled Britain into a tender embrace.
"What do you say I make breakfast for the two of us after a bit?" he said leaning his forehead against the Green eyed Brit's.
"I like the sound of that." Britain whispered happily and feeling perfectly content to just stand there in France's arms a few minutes longer.
THE END
Author's Note: I almost didn't finish this fic in time. But I had fun writing this emotional rollercoaster known as the FrUk relationship and I hope you all enjoyed my fic and Happy Valentine's Day everyone! Please Read and Review.
Translations:
French:
Angleterre - England.
mon amour - My love
Je taime, Arthur - I love you, Arthur.
lapin - bunny or rabbit
Mon dieu - my god
Venez a moi,mon amour - Come for me my love.
mon ange - my angel
mon cher - My dear
amour - Love
Oui - yes.
