Notre Monde est Pur
A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed and such~ I hope that you liked the last chapter~ Same with this one, it was probably the one chapter I have had most fun writing yet! Well without any delay here is Chapter Four! I don't own Hetalia :(
Chapter Four: l'amour always wins
When the Englishman woke back up from his dreamless sleep, he laid his hand down on the sheets not noticing the bulge in the sheets. He looked down and saw a sleeping Frenchman with no shirt on; he gave a shriek and scrambled out of the bed, falling out onto the floor.
Francis woke up and looked for the Brit, "Mon dieu Arzur. 'ow did you get on ze floor?" he smiled slyly.
"Shut up you frog! What the bloody hell do think you are doing in my bed?" He pointed an accusing finger at the half naked man lying leisurely on his bed.
"Sleeping, until you so kindly woke me up with your girly squeal."
"Get. Out. Now." He said with a attempted look that said 'Hang-on-let-me-get-my-knife-so-I- can-castrate-your-sorry-French-arse' But it didn't have the desired affect instead is looked like the kind of the look that says, 'I'm-extremely-embarrassed-and-this-is-very-awkward-for-me' "You have no right to be in my room! How the bloody hell did you even get in here?"
"Zhrough ze front door mon cher." He looked around surveying the room as he added, "You were drunk and you called me to come and get you."
The Brit mentally slapped himself 'I'm such an idiot! Calling this frog I must have been really drunk.' He looked up and said "Just to make sure we didn't do anything weird did we?"
"Define weird, mon cher."
"You know what the bloody hell I mean! I am not explaining it." He stubbornly crossed his arms.
"You did say somezing Arzur but I won't tell you." If Arthur was going to be like this two could play at this game. And he playfully stuck his tongue out to show how childish he was.
Arthur practically lunged at him as he grabbed a fistful of Frances silky hair and said, "I have a bloody headache and I do not wish to deal with your stupid antics. Tell. Me. Now." Every word was enunciated with a slight shake of his hand, not enough to hurt him but enough to get his point across.
Francis whimpered and said in defeat "You said zat you loved me Angleterre." He rubbed his head when, in shock, Arthur let go of his hair.
He hid his head in the palms of his hands and backed into the wall, "N-no that can't be right…I-I don't love you… Y-you are just messing with me!" He thought 'If he knew my life would be ruined! H-he can't know!'
Francis looked up to see a blush dusting the Englishman's cheeks. "Oh Arzur," and enveloped him in a hug "I didn't know you liked me zis way. I didn't know until last night. I zhought you were joking, but now I'm certain, je t'aime Arzur." He picked up the Brits head up so he could look into his eyes as he did so he kissed him lightly as if treating him like an emerald jewel.
He pulled away and said "No you don't! You're just looking for a one night sex toy! You don't care for me you arse!" He gasped as he was pulled into a suffocating hug from the Frenchman.
"Non, I care for you very much Angleterre. Why do you zink I put up with you for zis long?" He kissed Arthur again and said "I have been waiting for so long for you to come to your senses England, je t'aime."
He realized that Francis was being completely serious, smiled and nuzzled into the others shoulder "I-I love you to frog." Breathing in the smell of Francis's cologne, it smelled like roses. After a few minutes of blissful silence Arthur spoke up again, "Francis?"
"Mon cher oui sourcils?" Francis said as he looked down at the Brits blonde head petting his messy hair.
"Why did you wait for me so long Francis? I mean I'm sure you had a long, long, long line of people waiting for you to so much as look at them. So why me?" He asked he was slightly afraid of the answer but never the less wanted to know it.
Francis thought a moment and said "Well mon cher, probably because you didn't fall for me as quickly as everyone else. You stayed strong and didn't let me break you no matter what I did." He looked down at the blonde and pulled the Brits face to face his "You were very special to me, I first realized you cared very much for ozers when I saw you on ze ground on ze battlefield of ze Revolutionary war." He kissed the Brit lightly, "Je t'aime Arzur."
The Brit smiled weakly, "I love you too, Frog." And hugged the other tightly thinking to himself, 'I am finally happy.'
A/N: Thanks for reading~ Reviews and Favorites are appreciated~
Mon dieu- my god
Angleterre- England
Je t'aime- I love you
Mon cher oui surcils- yes my dear eyebrows
