Suddenly I had insperation and wrote this chapter. Hope you like it. It's based on the song "Forever" by KISS (a very good, romantic and recomanded song). It's not a songfic! Can I add a link or is it illegel on the website? Anyway, here is the chapter.

Forever

The armlet was given to Francis after the death of his older brother. It meant a lot to him. His brother used to wear it all the time. The armlet was the only thing that was left out of his brother, except the memories, of course. Francis wore it even now, as he was lying in the bed with Arthur. They were both naked, sweating after a long night of passion. They faced one other, skin to skin under the blanket. There wasn't a millimeter space that kept them apart. Francis gently stroked Arthur's cheek with his finger, looking in Arthur's emerald eyes.

They had been dating for over a year. Francis was surprised it lasted that long. If they didn't last for one night, Francis's relationships lasted about a month. It used to be only about sex. But Arthur was different. Something inside of Francis was telling him Arthur was more than just a sex partner. No. He was more than that. However, Francis- at that time- didn't know what it meant.

"Why do you still wear your armlet?" Arthur asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Francis was a bit startled.

"You always wear it. Is it really that important to you?" wondered Arthur.

"No," Francis lied. "I simply like it. Here," Francis took the armlet off. "You take it."

Arthur looked surprised. "Why do you give it to me?"

Francis also wondered why. The armlet meant a lot to him. That was actually Francis's way of saying: you are the most important person in my life. Francis never thought he would give the armlet away to someone, yet he did it without thinking. At that moment Francis realized how much Arthur meant to him. There was no doubt- what he had with Arthur been meant to last forever. Francis would love Arthur forever.

Francis was a playboy. He believed that all love was blind. He never truly loved someone. But everything about Arthur was telling him that he had found love.

Still he couldn't say these words out loud. "I think it will look better on you."

Except the letter, Francis found the armlet. He wore everyday despite it reminded him his grieve. It belonged to his beloved brother and he gave it to Arthur as a symbol of his love. He decided to give it back to Arthur as a memento of the time they spent together.

Francis gave the armlet to Arthur while the two were on a vacation in Spain. They were dating more than a year at that time and they just wanted to spend time together. They did have a lot fun, like two teenagers. It was the best vacation Francis had, the best time he had ever spent with someone.

Now Arthur was standing right in front of him. "Hello," that all he could say. What can a person say after no seeing his beloved one after eight years or more? "How can I help you?"

"You know what I came for, frog," said Arthur. "Why the hell did you give it back?"

"I want you to have it," answered Francis.

"Well I don't want it," Arthur said. The British stepped closer, taking Francis's hand and gave the armlet back. "What the hell did you try to pull in front of my husband?" His voice was angry.

"I didn't try to pull anything," admitted Francis. "I couldn't kiss when he is around."

"Why the hell would you do that?!" Arthur genuinely didn't understand why.

"Don't tell you became stupid," Francis closed the gap between the two and kissed Arthur. Arthur was surprised, but he cooperated. It felt nostalgic to kiss Arthur. Francis wrapped his arms around Arthur. He missed holding the British in his arms. He expected Arthur to put his arms around Francis's neck, the position they used to kiss, yet felt disappointed when Arthur backed off.

"I've missed you so much," Francis tightened his grip. "I've been looking for you."

Arthur wasn't impressed. He pushed Francis and took few steps back. "You are sure stupid, frog, if you think I will just jump into your arms. Do you have any idea how I felt all this years?!"

"No, I don't," Francis said. "But I can tell you I have never stopped loving you. Being without you is the hardest thing I've ever done."

Arthur clearly didn't believe a word that came out of Francis. "I know how much you love me," he said sarcastically, "you love me so much- you broke up with me!"

"That was a mistake I regretted about for eight years and a half!" said Francis.

"You can continue regretting it until the day you die," with those words, Arthur began to walk away.

Arthur wanted to get out of Francis's office as soon as possible. He wanted to hear those words, yet he didn't expect to be hurt that bad. He was angry at Francis for not finding him earlier, leading Arthur to believe his was forgotten.

"I kept the letter," Francis's words stopped him when he was about to open the door.

Arthur didn't turn around, but he did give Francis a chance. Even after all these years, he had a soft spot for Francis. "I still have. Sometimes I read it. I kept the armlet so I would give it back to you. And I kept the letter because it was the second thing out three that you left me. Memories of you are the third thing you left me with. I know I said I wasn't ready for love. I did hope you would find someone who would love you back. After I let you go I understood that no one could love you as much as I do."

"I am married to Alfred," said Arthur, not sure to whom. Did he say it to Francis so the frog knew he had no chance? Or did Arthur have to remind himself he moved on? Even after what happened, Arthur still loved Francis. Arthur knew he would always love Francis. Yet, he knew he was married to another man. A man whom he did truly cared about, the same man who he raised a child with.

"I was happy to see you yesterday," said Francis. "It kinda broke my heart to see you married to another man, a man who wasn't me."

Arthur felt as if he was about to cry. "You had your chance, you bloody frog! You blew it!" He opened the door, and walked out of the room. Why did have to come all the way just to say these words? He could never meet Francis, hoping their paths would never cross again. Arthur felt like an idiot. He was stopped by Francis as he walked towards the elevators.

"Wait a second," he said. Francis moved his head so he could whisper inside of Arthur's ear. His voice was shaking. His breath was hot. "Come to 'Feli's Bar', this Friday at eight o'clock. I will be there waiting for you. I know this is a lot to ask, but I beg you- please come. Give me a chance to explain.

Arthur didn't say anything. He took the card Francis handed to him. The elevator came on time, so the awkward moment passed by quickly. Arthur pressed one of the buttons and watched as the doors closed and Francis's image was slowly begun to disappear.

What happened? Why did he let Francis kiss him? Sure it felt nostalgic, but it wasn't a reason to cheat on Alfred. He missed being held by Francis and his lips, but he had to remind himself he had family. Arthur was sure he moved on. Why these things happen to him?

Arthur got out of the elevator, straight to the parking lot. He took a deep breath before he started driving. He couldn't stay calm, but he needed his mind to be clear when he was driving. Because someone was waiting for him. He drove to the daycare. Arthur was the one who could pick up Peter. Arthur parked next to the daycare center. He got out of the car, thinking he would have to go inside. Yet, a little blond boy with blue eyes and thick eyebrows for his age ran towards him. "Papa," the kid said happily.

"Peter," Arthur picked his son. "How was your day?"

"It was fun! Someone gave me a cookie," said Peter.

Arthur carried him to the car. "Oh, really? That's nice. Did you say thank you?"

Peter nodded. "Hey, Papa, are you okay?"

"Of course I am," lied Arthur. "Why would you ask that?"

"You look like you did something bad," said Peter. He had an innocent aura, just like any four year old boy. "And you think about bad stuff."

Arthur stopped for a moment. How did the kid know? "Peter, let's make a deal. You don't talk about it and I give an extra cookie."

"Deal," said Peter excited. It wasn't probably the best way, but it would make the kid stay quite.

Francis was nervous. He hoped that Arthur took the card because he did want to meet him. No matter what, Francis would wait.

"Wow," he suddenly heard Jean's voice. "You are gay?"

"How much did you hear?" asked Francis worriedly.

"You never told me to leave the room."

"Usually when your boss talks to someone, it's a good idea to leave the room. It's called manners, I believe," Francis was mad at his secretary. "You are not going to tell anyone about this. This is an order from your boss."

"My job doesn't include secrecy. But if you…"

Francis rolled his eyes. "Fine, I will give you a raise." He hoped that few cash would make Jean keep silence. But could he trust her?

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