This chapter is rated M! But please tell me if you think I should re-rate the whole story because I don't know what to do.
I do not own Hetalia. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.


Chapter 4: The Last Night

About a month since Arthur and Francis moved into the safe house a suspect was jailed for breaking and entering Francis's house and for intimidation. That meant that the Frenchman would get to return home at last. Arthur had mixed feelings about that. He felt relieved that Francis appeared to be in the clear but, though he tries to deny it, he actually enjoys his presents. The chief said that Francis can even go back the next day.

'Today's the last day huh…' Arthur thought to himself with a sigh staring out the window. He closed his eyes for a moment a listened to the noises around him.

"What's wrong Arthur? You seem to a little down today…" Francis said placing a cup of tea in front of the Brit and taking a seat around the small table across from him. Arthur brought the cup up to his mouth and took a sip smiling in satisfaction; only a month and the frog has memorised how he likes his tea.

"Thanks frog but I'm fine, no need to worry" He looked out the window once again and noted how beautiful the sunset looked.

"Hohonhohonhohon, I know what it is! It's our last day here and you're afraid that you'll miss me~ How sweet of you mon cher" Francis said winking at him. In response Arthur blushed and tried to hide his face behind his cup.

"F-Fuck off…" The taller blond just simply smiled as that was the reaction that he loved, to see that blush creep over his cheeks. To change to subject the policeman asked "So, what's for dinner?"

"Bouillabaisse"

Arthur cringed "That sounds French…" Francis lightly shook his head.

"Oh come on Arthur, give it a chance…"

"…what is it?"

"It's a fish stew"

"… fine…"

"Très bien. I'll get cooking then" Francis left the room with a smirk; when he first met the stuffy Englishman he wouldn't go near, let alone eat, French food. He walked into the kitchen, tied up his golden locks and went to work, being very careful not to make any mistakes. Cooking this meal took at least twice as long then normal due to him making sure everything was perfect, and when I say everything I mean EVERYTHING. He even discarded any vegetables that weren't up to his standard. Quite some time later he went through a check list in his head.

'D'accord, let's see. Dinner, check. Wine, check. Candles, check. And finally… music, check. Bien! Everything is ready. I'll just go and change.' He returned wearing white trousers and a crimson dress shirt with the buttons undone just below his collarbone. He set the table, lit the candles, switched off the lights and started to play the music softly in the background. Just one more thing missing…

"Arthur, dinner is ready" Francis called down the hall. With only a couple seconds delay Arthur left his room. He turned the corner and stopped in shock; his eyes darted from the speakers, to the candles, to the very neatly set table and finally to Francis who was giving him a little wave with the smile of an angle.

"H-Hey… what's going… on…?" Another blush appeared over his face as he nervously scratched the back of his head.

"Nothing mon amour, I just think it being our last night here we should enjoy ourselves. Please, take a seat." He motioned to the seat across from him.

"O-ok, t-thank you…" He sat down and looked at the food in front of him. 'Wow, this looks amazing. He must have really tried…' Arthur secretly thought to himself. He picked up the cutlery and began eating and he was right; the food was heavenly… despite being French.

"Well…? I-Is it good?" The perplexed expression worried him a little. The British man did mumble something but he couldn't make it out. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?"

"I said it's really good! Oh, umm… sorry for the outburst…" Arthur said griping his hand tightly his heart rate accelerating.

"Hohonhohon, it's quite alright Arthur. I'm very glad you like it. Wine?" He said pointing to the bottle placed of the table.

"Sure…" The policeman said faintly holding his glass up. As Francis lent forward to pour the wine his dress shirt exposed his chest a little more and Arthur noticed. He couldn't stop himself from staring. Even when Francis had stopped pouring the wine he remained frozen holding his glass up. The Frenchman let out a light chuckle.

"Arthur? Your staring~ Like what you see mon cher?"

He suddenly snapped out of his trance and shook his head furiously "Shut up! I was not staring! Bloody git…" And there it was again, that blush that he has grown so very fond of. Arthur gulped down the wine in an attempt forget about what just happened. The meal continued very peacefully until Francis cleared away the plates and sat back down.

He cleared his throat. "Arthur, do you want to know why I did all this tonight?" At that point the Frenchman thanked himself for the candles; Arthur look so perfect in the candle light with the red reflecting on the beautiful greens eyes of his.

Arthur tried to answer him but nothing came out his mouth; he clenched his hands again as they began shaking slightly. The taller blond stood from his seat and knelt down in front of Arthur so he was eye level and took his hand stroking it gently. The Englishman was just about to object but Francis silenced him with a powerful kiss. Arthur's eyes widened in surprise, his head said to pull away but his heart pulled him more into the kiss. Once the Brit started kissing back Francis's hands held the back of his head while slowly running his fingers through his hair. Cautiously the Frenchman slid his tongue into the others mouth. They began fighting for dominance but of course Francis won. This continued until they both needed air; Arthur was the first to pull away panting for breath.

"Je t'aime" Francis seductively smiled and started kissing Arthur's neck. Then he licked and nipped now and then on the soft skin receiving a few moans. Arthur wrapped his arms tightly around Francis's back as he carried him bridal style to the bedroom; licking Arthur's collarbone as they went. He threw Arthur down onto the bed and pinned him down. "Je t'aime" he whispered as he leant forward for another kiss. He pulled back and looked at Arthur; he was such a beautiful sight with kiss swollen lips, his hair in even more of a mess and a growing tent in his trousers. The Frenchman slowly undid the Englishman's shirt planting kisses as he went then he took of his own shirt and carelessly threw it on the floor. Then he started at Arthur's trousers grinning at the bulge.

"W-What are you staring a-at?" Arthur said breathlessly.

"Oh nothing mon amour~" He said taking off his and Arthur's trousers and pants. Then without warning Francis took hold of Arthur's shaft and stroked it.

"A-ah!" Arthur gasped holding onto the taller blond as if it was for dear life. Francis continued stroking until he was near breaking point but then went to retrieve something; lube and condoms. 'Hohonhohonhohon, I thought I would never get to use these~!' He thought to himself with a laugh.

Kissing Arthur again he asked, "Ready?" which he nodded to. Francis spread the lube over his fingers and then slid them into him one at a time.

"Ahhh~ F-Francis~ Francis~" The Brit moaned out.

"Oui~?"

"H-Hurry u-up… please~" Arthur tried to hid his blush but failed. Nodding Francis pulled his fingers out teasingly and replaced them with his hardened member, doing so with a groan. He thrust into Arthur making him chant the Frenchman's name over and over. This went on until Francis had found Arthur's sweet spot and made an effort to thrust even harder.

"Ah! Yes~ Francis~! Francis~!" Arthur yelled as he reached his climax. Shortly after Francis came as well.

"Arthur, je t'aime~!" He said kissing his forehead and changing positions so that the small Englishman was laid in his arms.

"L-Love you too" Arthur said before kissing Francis and falling into a peaceful sleep.


*massive sweatdrop appears over forehead* I-I can't belive I just typed that... Please don't hate me if it sucked, this is my first time actually writing that kinda thing so please be nice Anyways to let you all know there will be a sequel! And it will be called 'Dream Job' so keep an eye out ;) Thanks so very much to anyone who has read, reviewed and etc!

Translations:
Mon cher = My dear
Très bien = Very good (It think it is at least...)
D'accord = Ok
Bien = Good
Mon amour = My love
Qu'est-ce que c'est? = What was that?
Je t'aime = I love you

Oh, and please feel free to correct any spelling and etc