A/n: Okay people, as you might now, this whole story is based off of Alfred's point of view, so I can't really put the mental thoughts of the characters. Sorry? xD
Chapter 9: Unresolved Feelings
"So Arthur, did you see them?" Asked Francis as he sipped some coffee, sitting on his couch, as Arthur walked in and pulled the black hood from his head. He seemed upset.
"Yeah, I did. Those two are going to get sick if they sleep out there. Its almost night," mumbled Arthur, his head down as he sat across Francis on the other couch.
"You angry?"
"WHY WOULD I BE!" Yelled Arthur instantly at Francis. He then turned away as Francis's grin widened.
"He tells me he thinks you're going to make the first move. Says he can't because i'd be too awkward from his part."
"Did you give him that damn speech about him being the greatest person in the world?" Asked Arthur in a soft voice, the anger going away.
"Yes. Just as you told me. I even made it cornier," smiled Francis taking another sip.
"Good," Arthur weakly smiled.
"Little Britain, when are you going to tell him?"
"H-he really does love me, doesn't he?" Asked Arthur as he unbuttoned his cloak.
"Your pretty stupid Arthur, aren't you? In love," snickered Francis.
"Shut up you bloody pig. I'm not some damn womanizer."
"Heh, I wounder where Alfred got it from then. Not the woman part anyway. -snicker- You haven't visited me in quite a while Arthur, what gives?"
"How many times has it been?"
"Um, lets see, its been about 4 times since you come in to ask me about him. You've wanted to come more times, no?"
"Yes, I have. Does he still talk alot about me like at first when we seperated?"
"My little Arthur, I can't tell you everything he tells me. That's an invasion of privacy. I will mearly tell you things he wants you to know in my opinion. Or he figures you should already have picked up anyways. He has another one now," said Francis.
"I saw. Toris, the Lithuania fellow right? What happened? Those two were crying and hugging out there," said Arthur as he spitted out the last words of that sentence.
"They were? Well, I helped Alfred notice Toris is in love with him."
"What!" Exclaims Arthur, feeling betrayed.
"Yes, I told the two. And don't you yell at me for interfering. Your more 'maturer' and all, you should know what your doing with Alfred. Toris though, the poor thing, he's desperately in love with him. I tell you, they were made for each other," smiles Francis.
"And Alfred, what did he say?"
"He won't reject the little guy, we both know that. We're talking about Alfred and his new friend Toris. They don't spend alot of time together, but, you can feel the love around those two. They complete each other. But, if you don't mind me saying, I think you need him more than you think."
"What?" Arthur pulls up from the couch, away from Francis.
"Deny it all you want little Arthur, he might have huge flaws but, you have to admit, once anyone gets to know him, he's irresistable. He'd make lots and lots of friends if he opened himself up more. Doesn't that make you jealous? That makes me jealous. You'd be straightout lying if you didn't feel the same. You know, right Arthur? Your not stupid, you know he would do better. You better thank the Gods each and every night he doesn't talk to many people. But you, on the other hand, are being unfair. He hears about all the things you do with people, and inside he might be angry and drowning in jealousy, but, he can only display sadness when it coems to you. He becomes an emotional trainreck. Pityful really, with all his self-awarness and mature analyzation skills, you'd think that be his least fault. I can honestly say he is incapable of controling his emotions, even if he is a rational thinker. If he were to get dumped, he'd know he was being desperate and intrusive and clingy, but still he'd call the person to ask why they wanted to break up, even if he's made an endless mental list of reasons why and play out scenerios and combacks to get the person back. He could be so much more if it weren't for that. You understand what i'm saying, right Arthur? He's become a bigger train wreck cause of you. This is bold of me, but i'll say it now, this is all your fault," mumbled Francis with a cold voice. Arthur looked straight at the man with a confused face expression. Then it turned viscious.
"My fault? MY FAULT! None of this is my fault! How dare he-!"
"He didn't say anything about faults. He sees himself as a pathetic crying coward. There is really no one at fault here. But, you are the oldest, the most composed one. You might be maturer but Alfred is more 'aware' of things if you get what I'm saying. At this rate, he will lose interest in you little Arthur, and you, knowing he loves you, would you be upset by it? Hmm?"
"I . . I . . . ," Arthur kept stuttering. Not able to come up with an answer. Francis laughed and leaned over to Arthur and ruffled his hair.
"Ah Arthur, you'd probably ignore it huh? His feelings. Its not like it ever ment anything to you, right? Cause that's what it looks like. You are porbably weirded out by the thought of someone liking you so much. Its understandable! Alfred will like Toris instead. Anyway, thats what Alfred thinks. That he's creeping you out, that your ignoring him, that you might be angry with him. Lots of questions run thru his pretty little head, but all he knows for sure is he can't make the first move. Not know anyway, and i'm behind him all the way," smiles Francis. Arthur stares at him blankly.
"I . . . . I have to go now," mumbled Arthur as he pulled the cloak over his head.
"Oh and by the way Arthur, I hope you can come to the, well, you-know-what."
" . . . no promises," said Arthur.
"This is your last chance Arthur. He planned this party out himself. I wonder if he'll openly invite you."
"M-me too," Arthur mumbled. As Francis led the short british man out of his house-like-mansion and onto the patio, Francis kept the door a crack open as he and Arthur waited for Arthur's horse coach to arrive.
"Hey frog, you think he'll be angry if I don't come to his little party?" Asked England as he nervously looked at the ground.
"Consumed with anxiety and even more emotionaly damaged more like it. He is so sensitive, but, its cute," Francis smiles.
"Hah, cute, right."
"Honestly though, what the hell does he see in you? Your a bitter, sarcastic, violent and tsundere fellow. He is the opposite. Why you?" Said Francis in a whinney voice.
"I wonder that too sometimes. I really think he's great and fun and all, but, I feel like, i'm not a good match for him. Like if he were with me, he'd regret it."
"Oh hoh, if you only heard how much he whines about you. 'Do you think Arthur likes me better with glasses or without?' 'Do you think Arthur will like his gifts?' 'Do you think Arthur will come this time?' Its always Arthur this, or Arthur that! Kind of annoying really."
Arthur sighed.
"Its like he's terrified of you. Your judgement, what you'd say. And you, you make him misreable you little Brit!"
"Shut it pig."
"What's the matter, afraid to admit something? Fear? Nervous? Confused? Your scaring Alfred."
"Shut up!"
"He puts so much effort. There's no one at blame for anything, don't get me wrong, but you, you don't deserve him. He's too good for you."
"Francis . . ."
"You are lucky he'll forget about you eventually. I'm glad his suffering will end."
"Shut up you bloody-!" Francis then laughed and pointed at Arthur's carriage that jsut arrieved. Arthur sighed, spared the French man, and walked downstairs.
"Hey Brit, one thing I wanted to say," smirked Francis.
"What now you f-"
"I love him too," he smirked.
Francis smiles at Arthur as he closes the door, smilin as he savored Arthur's shocked expression. Arthur slowly walked in his carriage, sat down and stared at his shoes as the carriage started moving. He then meekly smiled to himself, a smiel that showed hurt and a twisted happiness growing inside.
"So much competition for you, huh Alfred?"
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