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Arthur packed his trunk, while a servant looked at him with a worried look. He had never seen his master in such distress and pain as Arthur had suffered through the last days and yet, the Brit didn't let it bring him down. He was the United Kingdom for crying out loud! He was Arthur Kirkland, a man who never gave up on his dreams – no matter how hard they might be to achieve. The servant sighed lightly before moving on with his chores.

'I really hope that Alfred's right about Francis,' the blonde thought to himself as he zipped the trunk closed and sighed, content. He glanced over to his bedside table where a ticket, along with his passport was located. He read the ticket and the words 'Location – France' caught his interest. He was going back to France, to Francis.

This time, was different however. He was not returning back to England before he had done what he set out to do in the other country. The Brit nervously twirled his fingers, but yet stood up and walked over to the small table and grabbed first his passport, then his ticket. Giving his room one last glance, Arthur sighed for the second time.

"I bloody hell hope that I'm not doing this in vain," he said to none in particular, grabbed his trunk after placing the pass and ticket in one of his pockets and walked out of the room with determined steps.


The roads of Paris were almost too familiar of the Brit as he now strolled down them. He had already checked in on his hotel and left his bag and now decided to just calm down and enjoy the beautiful scenery that was France's capital. No matter how many times in the past he had said he despised the country and the capital itself, Arthur deep inside loved it.

Okay, maybe he didn't love it, but he was always in awe when looking at the architecture. He envied Francis and how his people were so keen on showing their passion. Their love for their country. His own people were more and more drawn to Alfred. Freezing on the spot, Arthur noticed a somewhat familiar person sitting by the river Seine.

It couldn't be, could it? The person picked up a rock and threw it in the water. Bothered and alone. That was not the way Arthur was used to seeing the Frenchman. He hadn't seen him like that since … Well, since the Brits burned Joan of Arc alive.

Arthur knew that Francis had loved Joan, both as a father loved his daughter, but also romantically. Now, thinking back, Arthur couldn't help but to feel ashamed by it. He had always judged Francis before he even gave a try to get to know the Parisian. Maybe those judgments had always stayed? And maybe that was why it was so hard for Arthur to get over the difficulties he and Francis had.

"Francis …" his voice was barely a whisper, but the Parisian turned around by the sound of his name and looked at the Brit in shock. Arthur walked to his side and sat down without any other word.

They looked at each other in silence, none of them daring to speak.

Then suddenly …

"I'm sorry!" escaped both male's mouths and they once again were silent.

But now, a smile formed on Francis' face as he sat closer to the Brit, "Arthur, I cannot say how sorry I am. I have … tasted my own médecine."

"Oh?"

"Oui. Jolie used me."

Never before had Arthur seen so much agony, pain and regret in Francis' eyes and an arrow of guilt shot through his heart, "How …?" he whispered.

Not wanting to say it, Francis only embraced the other male, "Let's forget about her, non? Right now, I only want to show you my regret … Please, Arthur. Could we start over?" the Frenchman's voice was begging, "As friends, of course …"

Arthur pulled away to look at the Parisian's face and saw the honesty, "I would … like that, Francis. I want to … know you. Not France, you. Francis Bonnefoy, the person. May I get to know him?"

"Chéri, there's no need to ask for that. I am right here."

"Frog," Arthur joked.

"Rosbif.


I'm really, really, REALLY sorry for my absence here! I had a lot of turmoil in my personal life with diseases and just, personal things. Along with school.
But, here is a new update and I really hope that I'll be able to upload at LEAST once a week (there may be more if I don't have so much to do during the
weekends) probably during the Fridays, or the Wednesday, since I'm off from school earlier those days. It depends on my mood.

Once again, I'm really sorry. I hope you won't beat me up! *hides in fear*

P.S. Starting over, how nice, eh? *feels as a Canadian* D.S.