I walked the streets of London, trying to clear my head. After pacing down the road I decided to head into a restaurant near where I was walking.

"Oh what the hell." I thought before heading in. I walked in and saw many people around a large table drinking. I just brushed past, trying not to think about Arthur. Sitting down at a table, a waiter came by.

"Would you like something miss?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Are you waiting on someone?" I shook my head again.

"No I'm not. Can you bring me a glass of water?" The waiter nodded and went to get the water. I sighed and put my head down.

"Amelia." A familiar French accent called me. I looked up to see Francis. Francis gave me a warm smile and sat down across from me.

"Bonjuer. Eh, what's wrong? You seem very sad." Francis asked. Francis and I met during the revolutionary war; he wanted to take down England. I sighed and gave him a weak smile.

"I'm fine." Francis put a hand on mine. He chuckled deeply.

"You can't fool me. You're upset aren't you? Tell me did Arthur do something to upset you?" He asked. I sighed and nodded.

"Well, damn. Did he hit you? Well did he?!" Francis asked getting a little angry. I shook my head.

"No, no Francis Arthur would never do that!" I almost yelled. Francis put a hand through his hair.

"Then what did he do?" He asked a bit calmer. I felt the tears in my eyes.

"H-he won't stop drinking and he keeps bringing up the fact that Alfred and I wanted independence. Arthur continues to blame me for it." I put my face in my hands, the tears started to flow.

"Mon cheri. I'm sorry; I told you before that he wasn't good for you." Francis did, when we were in the revolutionary war he warned me never to go back to him. But, I couldn't I still loved Arthur and I still love him now.

"Francis. I can't. I love him. I can't just let go, even if I did he can't forgive me for it." Francis just shook his head.

"Amelia. I still don't think he's right for you, but if you're happy. Then so am I." Francis said as he stood up before planting a kiss on my cheek. I smiled and hugged him.

"Thank you. I have to go." I told him. France nodded.

"I'll be in town if you need me." I nodded and headed for the door. Once out of the restaurant I started for the chariot. I was about to get in, but Arthur appeared in front of me. I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Arthur! D-damn don't do that!" Arthur grabbed my wrist.

"What were you doing with that fucking frog faced England?!" He asked, angry his voice rising.

"I didn't do anything!" I yelled at the brit. Arthur gritted his teeth.

"Nothing huh?! What was with that kiss?! Am I not good enough for you is that it?!" Arthur screamed. The tears came down.

"Yes I am! I am too good for you! Any other woman would have left you! But, I didn't you want to know why Arthur Kirkland?! It's because I love you too much!" I screamed. Arthur was speechless now.

"Francis just talked to me. He's a supporting friend. Arthur, I. I need to go home. Alone." I spat. I began to walk, and Arthur grabbed my hand, softly.

"Amelia. Love, I." I ripped the grip off, and walked into the chariot. Arthur called my name and said something else.

"I love you." My heart broke when I heard him. I wanted to tell him back, but he's so complicated.