Chapter 10

Francis had left his cell with a bad feeling in his mouth. He had seen Arthur's eyes full of sadness. He couldn't bear this see Arthur's heart break. When he entered the hallway with his stuff his two friend's were grinning widely.

Ever since he had been imprisoned he hadn't seen them for awhile. They sometimes got togehter to drink beer but they didn't hang out that friends were happy to see him again. Normally Francis would've been too but, now that he had left Arthur, he wasn't so happy. Both his friends noticed it, but they didn't ask. They guessed it had been because of being imprisoned that after a few days he would return back to normal.

"Let's drink ourselves plastered!" Gilbert exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around both the Frenchman and the Spaniard. "Si~" answered the awefully cheery Antonio. Francis didn't speak and nodded.

And with that they left to drive to his apartment, get on better clothes and then out to party. Francis sat down in the corner like a wall flower. Girls eyed at him but he didn't pay any attention to him. "Oi, What's with you, you could've had a good shag with like 5 of them already!" Gilbert commented and Antonio laughed loudly. They had a few beers too much, to be honest.

"There is nothing, I don't feel good." He answered. Antonio titled his head. "What's wrong?" Francis shook his head. "Nothing, I'm tired." Gilbert pouted a bit. "Eh….party pooper." He commented as he watched Francis getting off his barstool and waved a little at them. "Maybe another time." He exited the bar and made his way to his apartment.

He sat down and stared out the window for a while. "I already miss 'im." He mumbled and leaned against the wall. He had to get him out of there. He just had to.

The next morning he had bought a newspaper and looked for a job. He started to work as a waiter and made a plan. His friends didn't visit him that often anymore. It was just like before, they would pick him up and then leave him be again. Not that Francis minded. He just wanted Arthur to be around. So that was why he visited him the next Sunday for the very first time.
"Bonjour~" he smiled and walked inside the cell. He could see Arthur had missed him too and also in his voice, asking why it had taken him so long.