Chapter 11 – The Revelation

Meanwhile in the café, Francis hadn't yet to leave his shop although the time was almost 2 a.m. He was tired but since the shop didn't open the day before his energy was still stored. After Ludwig, Feli and Kiku had left the shop he received an unexpected call from an unexpected person, Arthur Kirkland. The number was unknown but just by hearing his exotic British voice he knew right away it was him. 'Ohonhon another reunion~' He thought but he wasn't to say that to the Brit as he sound so rushing. He was told to meet him at the night so he was suggesting his own shop which was sarcastically teased by the Brit. What was his problem anyway?

Francis sat patiently at the bar stool while looking at the two fishes in the aquarium opposite of him. He began to grow bored and decided that the Brit won't be coming any later. Just as he was about to lift off a grey car arrived in front of his shop. He assumed it was the Brit and he was right after he saw a man in gentle manner with infamous thick eyebrows. He laughed, 'he didn't changed much from before'

The Brit peeked on the window to confirm it was the right shop. Then the French hurried to open the glass door.

"Welcome, mon cher~" He said teasingly while acting like the Brit was some kind of royalty.

"I'm sorry Francis that you have to wait for me the job getting doubled all of sudden." The Englishman said in his thick British accent. Francis gave him a small nod as understanding and as usual he made some tea for both of them. He knew the Brit would never grow old with his tea so he made the most typical one the man had drunk, the Earl Grey tea.

"So what is it that you want to talk about?" He said softly didn't want to waste his energy at the night.

"I've been working on a case lately, and it had to do with mental patients." Francis shuddered as he mentioned of the case. 'Mental patient… Just now I heard much of it by Ludwig so why do I have to hear about this again?'

"So what's the point of you telling me this?" Francis asked ignored that the case and Gilbert had anything in common.

"Umm… well… I was wondering if you knew… anything?" He said somewhat made up the question but failed as Francis was hell good at reading people's mind. The other smiled kind of get what Arthur's purpose on meeting him. He remembered the last time they met. It wasn't long ago probably last year he and Arthur had pretty bad argument that led them to separation for months. Francis was living with Arthur in London as his 'cook' for several years and when he decided to go back to U.S. to open his shop Arthur went mad and thought he was leaving him. They always fight like an old married couple but the last argument weren't the normal one and he thought that his relationship with Arthur was over. Until he saw the man back right in front of his eyes shy and nervous.

"I'm sorry." Francis started which literally surprised the other.

"I guessed this is what you want to tell me right? But let me said it first, I'm terribly sorry." He said again holding the right hand of the Brit and kissed it resulted on deep blush from the hand's owner.

"Me… too… I shouldn't stop you from pursuing your goal." He said slowly took a sip of his tea afterward.

"But I'm already open up this shop so you weren't exactly stopped me from doing it." His stretched his arm to Arthur shoulder and closed his face to his right ear.

"How about I make it up to you?" He whispered in dangerously low voice that caused the other to shudder. 'Why does this frog always know how to convince me?'

Morning came and in the end Francis didn't went home at all and instead he sleep on the spare room above his shop with his dearly Arthur. He had to admit it was a hot night with his lover much better than any other person he hooked up with. He grinned as he remembered the night until he caught a smell of cigarette at the balcony. A man with a black pant and a loose buttoned up shirt was smoking outside. It was his old habit to smoke in the morning they made love even Francis grew use to it.

"You'll catch cold if you don't wear anymore thicker than that." The French man said as he approached Arthur and gave him a gentle embrace but quickly received an elbow by the Brit.

"You frog, not when we're outside!" He ranted with blush on his face.

"Relax mon ami, this street normally quiet and won't get busy until noon." Francis reassured him tried again to surround the Brit within his arms and he finally did it. Arthur didn't seem to care so much but he was shading light pink especially on his nose. His cigarette had long fall down to the floor but like he cared about it. He was more prone to know about the French that currently embraced him.

"Why are you opened up a café here?" He asked while staring at the birds down the road.

"Because I want it here? I don't get your question actually." Francis said seductively and buried his head on the others neck. Harshly he was shoved by the Brit's hand away from him while the other made way to go back to the room with slightly annoyed.

"Forget it."

While Arthur took his time in bath Francis made something for breakfast which is something really simple but match to the Brit's taste. Being a personal cook for the Kirkland family made him know all type of food the family like especially Arthur.

Right, he had met Arthur since he was the young girlish boy and Arthur was a petite child. His family had known Kirkland for some time and that he was trusted by Arthur's parent to be Arthur's playmate during his time in America. They went to same school and all his schools expenses were paid by the Kirkland family. He was grateful to it of course and his relationship with Arthur turned out really good. He laughed at how easy they went broke up and mended each other back after almost a year of separation.

'Ohonhonhon last night was great too~' He began remembered the hot night that he didn't realized a man behind him with his hair wet from shower.

"Francis, I realized that looked tense when I told you about my newest job. Is something matter?" Arthur said in concerned completely ignored water dripping from his hair. Francis sighed and took the towel around the other's neck and began drying the other's wet hair. For a single glance they looked like a mother with her child but only that the mother had… beard.

"Actually I met Kiku and Ludwig yesterday. Well there was Feliciano too but we're already met each other since I move here." He said while preparing the food. Arthur sat on the dining chair patiently waited for the food to be served like a rich man he was.

"I don't see any related to my job."

"Well actually quite contrary. Kiku is now working in psychology field as psychology doctor and his current patient is… Gilbert." Francis said felt feeling down as he talked. Arthur, who was about to take a bite of the sandwich paused a moment to register what the French had said. Surprisingly he was calm upon heard the news.

"Is something happen to him? Please elaborate it." He said in politeness as though he was interrogating a witness.

Francis didn't give much information since he was still confused with the current state. The last thing he would want to do was to tell the other false information.

"That's… I'm sorry but kind of tragic to hear." Arthur said in concern. Feeling down in the early morning wasn't a good start of the day so Arthur had changed the topic to something more amusing and by amusing was verbal fight with the French of various topics from the last fight they had to the first time they met which was the first fight in their fighting chronicles. The silly arguments turned to laughter and in deep inside Arthur's heart he was glad that he met the French again.

-To be continuing-