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Francis gazed around in the living room he now was in. Her apartment, Jolie's apartment. What was he doing there, he had to remind himself. That's right, after his encounter with Arthur earlier; Jolie had taken the Frenchman back to her place to make sure he calmed down. Now, she was in her kitchen, preparing 'something'.

The French sighed to himself as he leant back in the couch and shut his eyes close. Arthur's voice rang in his head, 'Forget everything. Forget that I came here. Forget all our fights. Forget our differences. Forget me'. What exactly had he meant by that? Forgetting a long sworn enemy and a new found friend? A man that the Frenchman happened to love by heart and soul? He couldn't, not even if he wished for it.

The scene played over in Francis' head and his eyes began to burn from tears when the pain in Arthur's face came into his mind. The Frenchman stood up, sighing loudly and was ready to leave, but Jolie entered in that moment, stopping dead in her tracks as she noticed Francis position.

"Francis?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle, something that Francis now despised, something he only wanted to hear coming out of Arthur's soft lips, not hers, "Êtes-vous bien?"

The Parisian had to resist the urge to glare at the woman for even daring to ask him if he was 'okay'. Instead, he walked up to her and took her hand, raising it to his lips to give it a soft kiss, "C'est gentille de vous inquietez pour moi."

Jolie blushed lightly as her hand came in contact with Francis' skin, but she wanted more, "Francis," she said and gained the man's attention. She smiled and leaned in close, brushing against Francis' lips with her own, but just as she was going to press her lips against his fully, he pulled back. Fluttering her eyes, the female looked shocked at the man, but before she could speak, he had a finger over her lips.

"Non, Jolie."

"Francis …?"

A sigh escaped Francis' lips, "I cannot do this," he spoke to her in English for the first time – after all, he loved English, England and … Arthur. He shook his head as she stepped closer to him and backed away.

Sensing that Francis no longer were to speak to her in their native tongue, Jolie gave a weak try of her own English, "But, Francis, 'ave ve not a zpezial bonde? I really zought ve 'ad. Do you not vant to take ziz relazionzip fyrther?" the female stepped closer once again, trapping Francis against a wall. Her English made him flinch – it sounded awful.

"No, Jolie. That is something I couldn't do! I don't love you," the words came of themselves and Francis surprised himself. Where had he heard those words before? 'I don't love you'.

"Francis, zweezart, ve can make ziz vork anyway! Amour iz not nezezzary. I 'ave not ever been attracted to anyone az muzz az I am towardz you!"

"Actually, I disagree! Love is very much needed in a relationship! It is the foundation of all kinds of relationships!"

The female gave out a laugh, cold and at the same time, seductive, "Ze foundation of love iz intimazy, Francis, zweezart," Jolie licked her lips as she leaned in dangerously close, "Don't make me zpell it."

Francis' eyes were now wide-open, but yet, he now understood what Arthur had been talking about. Jolie acted much as he himself had done against said Brit and he now cursed himself for it, "Jolie, don't do this."

"Z.E.X," mumbled Jolie before she crashed her lips against the taller man, only hearing him let out muffled words, that sent shills down her spine by the vibration against her lips. If she had been a man, Francis would have pushed her away, but this was a woman. He could get thrown into jail if he harmed her in any way.

Jolie used her hands to place Francis' over her slim body as she pressed their bodies even further together, feeling the Frenchman stifling. She smirked, but was not giving up. She was going to get what she wanted – and that was Francis.

Realizing that his struggles weren't going to help him, the poor Frenchman pushed himself into kissing the female back, ignoring the bitter taste of wine and croissants, which he had before always found delicious. Giggling against Francis' lips, Jolie smiled as he kissed back and his hands began to move. Her hands trailed up his arms, over his chest and up to his face, where she cupped his cheeks and pulled his face even closer.

Groaning lightly, Francis' mind imagined that he was now kissing Arthur and he tricked himself into believing so. His hands wandered up the body in front of him and grasped the fabric of the shirt. The person hissed, or giggled, at him and he began to pull it up. Eyes closed, his experienced hands made their work and the top came off. Feeling skin under his hands, Francis smirked. 'Finally.'

Roaming his hands over the toned body, the images of Arthur flashed through his head, but he suddenly caught himself as his hands stumbled over something awfully soft and full. He opened his eyes to see that he now was clutching Jolie's breasts! She still had her bra on and their faces were not connected by lips anymore. A smirk was on her face and she moaned.

"MERDE!" exclaimed Francis as he released Jolie's bosom and pushed her away, much to her annoyance.

"Francis, do not make me do ziz!" she threatened as she held up a napkin and a bottle of – liquid barbitone? Was she going to drug him? He began to rush towards the door, grabbing the doorknob only to realize that it was locked. Jolie walked up to him, pouring some liquid on the napkin and then pressed it against his mouth and nose.

The room around him began to move and he felt dizzy. Suddenly, the walls flew away from him and the floor came closer. All he heard was a loud 'thud' before everything turned black in front of him.


When the Frenchman finally woke up several hours later, he found himself in a bed, tangled in the sheets and naked. Panicking, he looked around in the room to find his clothes and he luckily did, putting them on fast. That's when he noticed a note that was placed on the bed, next to where he just were and he picked it up.

'C'était amusant.
Juste appelez-moi si vous voulez
le faire de nouveau un certain temps.

- Jolie'

Feeling his blood boiling, Francis tore the note apart and threw it out the window. Without thinking, he actually took down one of the paintings off the wall and crushed it with his bare hands. Then, he hurried out.

'Mathieu was right … I only saw her to make Arthur jealous. That plan backfired awfully wrong …' Francis thought as he walked along the pavement and hid his face in his hands as he continued to walk. After all, he knew the way to his house by heart and didn't need to see the road in front of him. It was too early in the morning for anyone to be out walking, so he wouldn't bump into someone.

He sighed as he took away his hands, to force himself to look at Paris. The town that he had grown up in, the town in where he had met Arthur for the first time, the town that now had betrayed him.

"Thank you for opening my eyes …" he still whispered as the only sound heard in this early French morning were the sound of Francis' feet walking along the pavement, "Arthur … if it is meant for us to become one, then … you'll give me my last chance …"


I was actually mad with myself when I wrote this, but somehow my fingers just kept on writing.
No, the story is not near finished yet, I still have a few tricks up my sleeves.
Though, I am relieved to have Jolie out of the way now. I was getting annoyed with her (I know that its odd, I mean, I'm writing this),
first with her appearance and her sweet-ways and now her awful English. It almost killed me to write that.
Ah, well! Reviews are appreciated!

And, I'm not forgetting the French in this chapter!
Êtes-vous bien? = Are you all right/okay?
Je vais bien = I am fine
Il est doux de vous inquiétez pas pour moi = It is sweet of you to worry about me
Non = No
Merde = Shit
C'était amusant. Juste appelez-moi si vous voulez le faire de nouveau un certain temps. = That was fun. Just call me if you want to do it again sometime.