Alright! The chapter everyone has been waiting for! (well maybe not, but oh well). It's shorter than the other but also more interrseting! I will update more as soon as I can.

Enjoy!


Francis' heart skipped a beat when green and blue crossed paths and he felt a sudden wave of happiness hit him. The instant was short lived however as a waiter came at Arthur's table to take his order and Francis had to divert his eyes to try and concentrate on his task. Easier said than done.

The Frenchman shot a glance at Antonio and Gilbert and discreetly pointed at Arthur. It's him he mouthed. His two friends nodded Yeah we know. Francis frowned slightly how? Gilbert pointed at his own eyebrows and a gesture of amazement. Oh. Yes, his eyebrows. Francis chuckled lightly at the thought of the two caterpillars on the British man's head before nervousness took over once again.

He distractedly gave a client his order and started cleaning a table while trying to figure out a way to actually go talk to Arthur. Alas, he came up with nothing for the mere idea of doing so made him sweat and tremble. Francis shot another glance at the Englishman and sighted. This was going to be hard…

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Arthur quietly sipped at his tea and scanned the café with his eyes, looking for the person he had been eager to meet for a week now. He noticed Alfred glaring at a tall man with a scarf wrapped around his neck, two weird men (and albinos and a brown-haired-green-eyed one) shooting so discreet glances at him but no sign of the person he was supposed to meet.

The British man frowned at that that and took out the picture he had found the day before to examine it again in case he had missed a detail.

He noticed a strand of blond falling out of the pirate hat. So, blue eyes and blond hair… well, that doesn't help much but it's a start. Arthur leaned back and continued inspecting the place, the picture still in his hand. He was starting to lose hope when he noticed a waiter shooting a quick glance at him while cleaning an already clean table. The Englishman felt his heart race when he saw the blond locks of the man in question. Now if he could see his eyes… There! Arthur internally smiled when the waiter turned to look at him again and he got a good look at the two shinning blue orbs. Before the man had the time to look away, he signaled him over.

His name tag read "Francis".

"Is that you?" The Englishman asked, pointing at the picture he still held in his hand.

"I…I'm afraid not, sir"

Noting the hesitation, Arthur tried again. "Are you sure? You look alike…"

Francis shook his head.

"Oh… Alright then. Thank you and sorry for wasting your time."

"Have a good day Sir."

The waiter walked away a bit hurriedly, and Arthur slumped in his chair disappointed.

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"What? What is he doing? He said no! .No! Whyyyyyyyy?"Gilbert moaned dramatically.

"I Think Francis will need our help for this, I'm afraid…" sighted Antonio.

"Francis will need help for what?"

Antonio and Gilbert turned around slowly to face Mathew and Lovino who were staring at. They gulped soundly: Francis' cousin wouldn't be too happy to hear about all this.

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What have I done? What have I done! He was supposed to answer yes, then smile and start a conversation! So why had he answered no? He had chickened out that's why!

"I'm going outside to breath a bit." Francis told Elizaveta.

Without waiting for an answer, he got out of the café by the backdoor and found himself in a small alley. The Frenchman gipped his hair tightly, took 5 deep breaths then threw his arms in the air and screamed.

Once all his frustration was gone, he sat on the floor, not caring it was probably dirty, and sighted heavily. "Why did I even hope? I'm doomed to be alone with my nightmares…"

Francis was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the back door open and close again.

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"He's a shy person you know"

Arthur snapped out of his own depressing thoughts at the voice.

"huh?"

"He may not show it to a lot of people but he can be shy and tender. You couldn't ask for a better lover."

The man addressing him had blond hair, purple eyes and a Canadian accent. He had he air of someone who knew what they were talking about.

"I'm not sure I understand."

The man only shook his head and turned to walk away.

"You should insist more for that picture. He's outside behind the café." Then he was gone.

Arthur blinked, then without dwelling on the fact he was taking the advice of a complete stranger, he got up and headed back store.

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"So it is you…"

Francis' head snapped up at the comment and he jumped to his feet when he saw Arthur standing near the door. The British man had a neutral look but his eyes shined with hope. Francis felt this was his last chance and decided he was done running away.

"I…. Yes. That was me."

"Why didn't you tell me right away?"

"I was afraid."

"Of what?"

As they were talking, Arthur started walking near him and was almost nose to nose with him when he asked in a breath those two little words neither Francis nor he were focusing on. Green was staring into blue and hands found their way to the other's hips.

"Of losing."

Then they were kissing. It was sweet and soft but bitter and rough at the same time. It was the kiss of two people who knew were made for each other but had tried to put off the inevitable.

But as Arthur gently pushed Francis against the wall and deepened the kiss, the Frenchman felt a rush of panic hit him. How was he supposed to tell the man about that? Was he even going to accept him after that? And what if it happened again?

Not knowing what he was doing, Francis shoved Arthur away who stared at him in shock.

"Wha-"

"I…. I'm sorry!"

Before the Brit had time to do anything what so ever, he ran away.

At the exact moment he reached the street, the back door opened and out came Gilbert, Antonio and Mathew. The three barely saw the Frenchman disappear but quickly noticed Arthur standing still, completely shocked in the middle of the alley. Antonio, Gilbert and Mathew looked at each other and nodded.

"I think it's time for you to learn something important about my cousin", said Mathew. "You two won't get along if you don't."

"Who-"

"Antonio here and I, the awesome Gilbert are Franny's best friends. As for the Canadian right here, Mathew is his cousin." answered Gilbert before Arthur had time to finish. "Now let's go to mein bruder's house to discuss about all this, Ja?"


I actually wrote a kissing scene! Wouhoooo my first one! I hope it's okay...

There should be around two chapters left and I'll probably write an epilogue so hangin there!

Until next time!