A month has passed by and it felt like only yesterday that Arthur and Emil had that conversation. Arthur wished that the conversation never took place, that his feelings would just disappear. But, it wouldn't. He tried everything, from avoiding the bloody frog only to find himself bickering with Francis a few seconds later, to borrowing one of Kiku's stash of yaoi mangas to, atleast feel attracted to one of the characters and to get over his stupid crush but, in the end they didn't have the same effect that Francis gave to him. Whatever he did, fate would somehow find a way to throw him back at the bloody frog.

The worst part of the whole scenario is, it's getting hard for him to control this new-found feeling he has for Francis especially if that wanker is constantly around him. And the more he sees the frog, the more his feelings grow. Falling in love with someone sure sucks, a lot. So in the end, Arthur just aborted his 'Get rid of this stupid feeling, because you are a fucking Tsundere!' mission and just went with the flow.

'Damn frog made me feel this way like a dumb little girl in her puberty…' Arthur thought, letting out a frustrated sigh. He ran a hair through his messy blonde hair, walking casually in the hallway. The Brit calmed down his mind not wanting himself to go insane and headed towards his locker. He put away his books and slammed it shut. After that, he went to his dorms since it's afterschool now, planning on how to relax himself without getting disturb by one Francis Bonnefoy.

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Arthur pushed the door to his shared dorm open, expecting to see Francis lying down on the sofa lazily, reading an inappropriate manga in hand. But, imagine the Brit's surprise to see no sign of the frog. His forest green eye looked around the small dorm but, there was no one. He closed the door behind him shut and laid his brown messenger bag on the sofa, sitting on it and thinking where that annoying French teen is.

From the corner of his eyes, he spotted a small piece of paper on the small wooden side table near the sofa. He quickly stood up and grabbed the paper. His eyes read every word written on it.

"Dear mon petit lapin,

Do not worry for the fabulous moi, anyways, meet me at the school garden!

It's very important ;) If you know what I mean,

Yours truly,

F.B XOXOXOXO

P.S, can't wait to see you there!~"

The Brit crumpled the paper and threw it in the dustbin in the corner before standing up, taking off his school jacket and hung it inside his wardrobe before exiting the dorm, locking it and continued his way to the school garden. He can't help but just wonder what's so important that he had to meet him at the school garden of all places. Arthur shrugged it off, since he'll get the answer soon anyways.

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Arthur walked in the school garden and he breath in the fresh air, he watched the garden filled with various kind of flowers of all colours in the rainbow. It's just beautiful, like a dream. The place itself had this sort of feel, far different than the large school. It makes you feel, safe and…his gaze turned to two butterflies, the bigger one was an exotic shade of blue while the smaller one was forest green, just like his eyes, fluttering around the garden. 'Free…' he thought, smiling softly.

Suddenly, a pair of arms hugged him from behind pulling him closer to the person's chest. Arthur blushed as he felt the person rested his chin on his head. The person then, whispered seductively in the Brit's ear, his hot breath almost, almost making him faint when he realized who it was.

"I was waiting for you, mon petit lapin" Francis whispered, with a small smirk.

"Damn it, frog…Would you ever stop surprising me with your various sexual assaults towards me?" Arthur said bitterly, struggling. Francis chuckled.

"Non, because you're cute when you're angry" he replied.

"Pervert!" Arthur yelled out, shoving the French teen off him. Francis pouted, "It's true! I'm honest!" he whined, hugging Arthur's leg. The Brit simply looked away not going to give in Francis' stupid puppy eyes. "Anyways, why did you want to meet me here other than sexually harass me, frog? You said it was important…" Arthur muttered. Francis immediately stood up, looking crossed.

"How could you not remember the promise we made 4 years, 6 months, 15 days, 17 hours, 20 minutes and 18 seconds ago?!" the French teen whined. Arthur gave him a confused look before remembering a memory where Francis and he buried a time capsule that, when they reached their senior years they would dig it up together.

"Eh? You still remember that?" Arthur asked, he sweatdropped.

"Of course, especially when you were so cute and innocent at that time~ How could big brother not remember, hmm~?" Francis winked at Arthur. The Brit glared at him, how could that bloody frog tease him by saying that word.

"Oh, you don't like it? Big brother Francis~ Ah, you were so cute indeed~" Francis squealed to himself like a little girl. "Idiotic, perverted twat" Arthur muttered darkly under his breath. He smacked Francis on the head, "Well, let's dig it now…the faster, the better" he spoke. Francis rubbed his head with a small pout on his face before cheering up again, grabbing two shovels from an old wooden garden shack, just a couple of steps away.

"This one is for me..." Francis trailed off, holding the blue shovel in hand. "And this one is for you!" Arthur had to control himself from beating up the frog. "It's pink" he stated, eyes twitching. Francis remained oblivious to this (or acting), "So?"

"I, Arthur Kirkland is a gentlemen. Not a little 5 year old girl that likes pink and collects Barbie doll, you Frog!" Arthur replied. "Oh, really? But, the other day I saw you wearing pink playboy boxers, Arthur" Francis said, a smirk adorning his lips. Arthur blushed and as usual denied everything, in the end, with little pride and tolerance in him he grabbed the pink shovel from the French teen's hand. Francis' smirk went wider at this, his little mon petit lapin never ceased to amuse him.

"Shut up, you shall forget of that!" he yelled, pointing the pink shovel at Francis' face and treating it as some sort of weapon. Francis raised his hands up, surrendering, "Oui, oui, I understand…" he spoke. "Hmph, good" Arthur walked away from him, pink shovel in hand and calming his nerves till…

"Look! Arthur has a pink shovel! Pink shovel! Ooh, the mighty Arthur has a pink shovel~!" Francis yelled out loud. Right after that, you could imagine the chaos. Arthur chased Francis around trying to hit him using the shovel but failed to land a single blow.

Both blondes had been running around the large garden for a good 10 minutes when, a sudden halt from Francis surprised the Brit and in an instance, Francis grabbed his hand and dragged him. "Wh-what the bloody hell do you think you're doing!" he shouted, clawing out from Francis' tight grip. Francis turned his head for a second, a warm smile that could make Arthur's heart stop beating appeared on his handsome visage, "Just wait and see" he replied, but those words seemed cloudy in Arthur's head, because honestly, he's been put under a spell by that simple smile.

He shook his head, coming back to his senses. "Okay, where are you taking me you slimy-" he was cut off by the magnificent beauty of a tall and sturdy maple tree. The tree stood proudly at the centre of the large garden, it's reddish-orange leaves falling ever so often. A finger snapped infront of his face, gaining his attention.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is no time to be awe-ing the magnifique tree, cheri…Now, who said 'the faster, the better' hmm?" Francis spoke. Arthur scowled, "Oh shut it" he replied. "I'm hurt~" the French teen fake cried. Arthur rolled his eyes at this, "Stop being such a drama queen. Where did we buried that time capsule anyways?" he asked.

Francis smirked, pointing at the spot where Arthur stood, "Just beneath you" he replied. "Well, let's start digging then" Arthur said, digging the ground beneath him with Francis. 'This is going to be long…' Arthur thought. His forest green eyes shifted to Francis. 'But atleast, you're here…and maybe it'll be worth it'

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2 hours has passed and both blondes are sweating. They sat at the maple tree, resting their backs on it's trunk. Arthur glanced down at the huge box a thick layer of soil covering it. "Ready to open it?" Francis asked him. Arthur nodded his head, "Yes". He was ready, ready to open the box that had all of his old memories. Beat it sad or happy. It's about time he face them, again.

"On the count of 3" Francis said.

"1"

"2"

"3"

And with that, they both opened the box and let out few sneezes due to the amount of dust collected over the years. A feeling of familiarity and of course, nostalgia hit both of them as they gaze at their most precious, old items. Arthur rummaged through the box and found stacks of old photos. He smiled as he looked at them one by one. A few were pictures of Francis' parents and the most were Francis' and his photos when they were kids.

A sudden burst of laughter came out from the Brit's lips and it felt like music to Francis' ears. He longed to hear that laugh again, that imaginative and cheerful Arthur when they were children, hidden by his cold feelings and tough mask that he always wore. Francis grew more curious as Arthur laughed louder till he fell to the ground, tears at the corner of his eyes.

He took a look at the photo and soon he joined Arthur, laughing too. It was a photo of Arthur's elder brother, Allistor. His auburn, messy hair and his freckled face covered with pie, his pants was pulled down revealing Barbie boxers. It was a time from where Arthur and he plan to get their revenge on the latter for bullying them. Although they got beat up for it but it was funny and they also got to blackmail the older boy, a lot of times with that photo.

Arthur who had finally gotten over his laugh, wiping away the tears sat up straight again and began rummaging through the objects. Some of the items held sad memories, while most held cheerful and unforgettable memories that they'll never trade for all the gold in the world. Now, they were only a few times left. Arthur looked through them but they were all just photos and old CDs but a picture of a girl with short blonde hair and warm blue eyes same as Francis' caught his eye.

He held the photo looking at it and then he realized who it was. "This…this is Jeanne right?" Arthur asked, knowing that the girl in the picture was Francis' older sister who he heard died way before he met the French teen when they were little kids. Francis' smile turned into a frown and his eyes glinted with sadness and…lost.

"Oui, beautiful isn't she?" Francis said. Arthur's lips curled into a small smile, "Yes, she's very beautiful…" he replied. Arthur wanted to know more of this Jeanne but he knew that he'll have to wait till Francis' is ready to tell him, the last time he asked which was a few years back, Francis refused to speak to him for a week.

"Arthur, I think it's about time I tell you about Jeanne" imagine the surprise in Arthur when Francis said that. He looked at him, "Are you sure?" Arthur asked, he knew about the pain of having to rewind the memory that you've been carrying all the while to yourself and tell others the painful loss of someone you loved and cared deeply for. It hurts...In the heart, like someone just took a piece of you and vanished with it.

"Well it's only fair since I know about what happened to your…mother" he spoke again. Arthur looked down at the ground at the mention of his mother. The fire, her smile, her tears and the boat sinking down, lost into the deep sea. Without him realizing it, tears rolled down his cheeks and he quickly wiped them away. "Y-yeah" was the only reply he could manage.

Francis smiled lightly at Arthur sadly, his finger sliding against Arthur's wet cheeks then falling back to his side. "Jeanne, was my older sister…she was- Non, is kind, brave and caring. She always protected me even when I can do it myself…" he paused for a moment, lost in his own thoughts before continuing, "On May the 30th, we were supposed to go on a picnic together but we didn't know that our own butler and driver would betray us. I could still remember that bastard pointing the gun on her face, I was so scared but Jeanne, she just held her head high and remained brave. One thing led to another, she tried to shove him away from me and then I heard the pull of the trigger followed by a loud bang. I closed my eyes and do you know what I saw when I opened them? My beautiful sister even in death, laid dead on the ground…w-with her own blood and I c-couldn't do anything but just watch. The bastard flee from the scene because he got too scared but he was eventually caught by the police…I was a coward. I got scared and let her protect me" at this point Francis' voice quiver and he covered his face with his hands, crying.

Arthur quickly grabbed Francis hands and cupped the French teen's face, wiping the tears away. Forest green eyes met with broken and lost blue ones. It pained him. "Shhh, you're not a coward…You are always there for me and protected me, so don't ever say you're a coward…" Arthur spoke comfortingly, hugging Francis tightly. He didn't care if his uniform got wet with tears or whatever. He rocked them both back and forth till Francis stopped crying, sniffling slightly.

A light chuckle escaped from his lips, "I'm always crying, huh?" Francis asked. Arthur smiled softly, "Did you know? Even the bravest and toughest of all men cry" he spoke. "Really….well, merci" Francis said, pulling Arthur to another hug. Arthur didn't know what to do, like his brain just froze. He was never used to returning hugs except for giving them (which is extremely rare) or receiving them.

'Don't think…just follow your heart' a voice spoke softly in his head. Arthur hugged Francis' back, feeling the French teen smiling on his shoulder. A few moments of them remaining like that, just feeling the comfort and safety in each other's embrace passed by. Arthur nudged Francis off of him, "Well...your welcome and…hey! Let's lighten up the mood here!" he said, awkwardly. Francis patted Arthur's head before taking out two crown of withered flowers from the box.

The flower was a soft, almost white coloured pink and held an odd beauty to it. The other was small while the other one was a tad bit bigger. Francis stood up and placed the bigger one on his head. He proceed to put the smaller crown of flowers on top of Arthur's head. Arthur looked up at him with the crown on his head and he can't help but be reminded of them when they were younger.

"To Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy please meet the principal in her office, right now. Thank you" the announcement came.

"Well, prince of the flower field. Ready to go?" Francis asked, offering a hand to Arthur. He looked at the hand for a while, before accepting it. "Yes…Francis" Arthur said, standing up. Both blondes walked out of the Garden with the box in Francis' left hand, while the other was intertwined with Arthur's.

Arthur Kirkland was sure now, he love Francis and he can't hide this feeling any longer, he need to tell him but something in his heart is asking for him to wait a bit longer. Well, just follow your heart, right?

A pair of light green eyes watched the pair go, hand in hand from afar through the window of the garden shack. He took a cookie out of his large jar and ate it, the crumbs falling on his 'Undertaker' cosplay. He let out a sigh. 'Man those two should get a room and make out' he thought, taking another cookie.

To Be Continue

-Tweedee / The Potato Writer

A/N: Yep, sorry for disappearing and here's a cheesy, fluff chapter for you. I just had to do a sad past for Francis too about of course, Jeanne. Btw, I also inserted the Undertaker Cosplayer gardener in the ending, what do you think of him? Maybe I should give the gardener a name? Any suggestions? Anyways, thank you for all your contributions for this story, you all make me wanna cry! Oh yeah, Allistor is Scotland btw.

P.S: I'm still alive! (Plays Bigbang's 'I'm still alive' song, yeah I'm livin' that, I'm livin' that good life!) and my next fic would be…GerIta and also USUK and a oneshot DelHibi fic for Cookie Addiction!