A/N: Hey guys~ I hope that you all are enjoying the story so far~ Thanks to Mizu-Chan-Minamino, britachisbride, atarisfenderbender, and NivalKenival for reviewing and favoriting~ Now without further delay Chapter Eleven~

Chapter Eleven: The Shadow

It was around eight in the morning when Arthur woke up, he jolted out of bed his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked around the room, all was in order, he sighed in relief and lay back down on the bed. He turned to look at Francis, the Frenchmans hair covered a portion of his face and his mouth was slightly open. He was breathing softly and appeared so irritably cute, Arthur smiled and brushed the hair out of his face.

Francis' eyes opened slowly, smiling as he saw Arthur, "Bonjour Arzur, sleep well?"

"Well enough." Arthur replied returning the smile he rested his head on the others chest curling up next to his beloved Frenchman.

Francis pet his head softly, "We should leave soon Arzur, if we want to make it to Paris today."

Arthur nodded and groaned, he stood and walked over to where his clothes had been folded, "Suppose I will have to buy some clothes when we get to Paris."

Francis smiled imagining his sweet Arthur in clothes that he would pick out, "Don't worry mon amour~ I will help you wiz ze cloze~"

"Absolutely not."

"W-Why?"

"Because you will probably make me wear a dress of sorts!"

"I would not do zat cher!"

"Oh really? Pray tell what you would have in mind for me then."

Francis smiled and hugged the Brit around the waist, pulling him close and whispering into his ear, "I would make you wear a apron and cuffs that a waiter would usually wear and a small black ribbon around your neck~" he nibbled on the shell of the Englishman's ear causing him to give a muffled moan.

"I-I would be wearing clothes under the apron right?"

Francis only smirked and licked the side of Arthurs neck, causing Arthur to shiver and back into the Frenchmans arms, "Pas, vient le tablier."

Arthur blushed madly and stepped away, he practically ran to the bathroom, "I'm going to shower now!"

Francis knocked on the door, "Cher let me shower wiz you~"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because you will probably try to grab my arse the whole time."

"You wound me cher I would never do such a zing!"

"Sure Francis whatever you say." Francis could hear the water hit the floor of the shower.

"Please mon amour?" Francis stood there waiting for a moment, and slowly ever so slowly the door began to open.

"Only if you behave yourself." Arthur looked at the Frenchman not fully convinced.

Francis smiled and nodded eagerly, "Oui, now please let me in it's terribly cold out here." And with that the door opened the mirror was already halfway fogged up from the humidity, and Arthurs clothes were folded neatly on the toilet seat. Francis set his clothes on top of Arthurs and stepped into the small bathroom.

"Turn around frog."

"Why?" Francis said raising an eyebrow.

"Because I'm about to step into the shower." Arthur said crossing his arms, a scowl on his face. Francis had to bite his lip to not laugh. His own husband was not going to undress in front of him? He would have to change that~

"Arzur we are married, I zink it's okay if I see your souzern region, non?"

"That doesn't matter I-" he stopped, he slapped away the hands that were currently trying to pull down his boxers. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Francis?"

"Taking off your silly cloze~" 'again.' He pulled on the boxers again.

"No you are not!"

"Yes I am~ You can even take mine off if you want~"

"W-what? No!" Francis smiled triumphantly as he once again took of the Brits boxers, the British man squeaked and hopped into the shower without further delay. Francis smiled and shed his own clothes and soon joined Arthur in the cramped shower.

Arthur had yet to notice that Francis was in the shower; his eyes were closed as he stood in the water. Francis gave a very French smile as he wrapped his arms around the Brits frame kissing the others neck. Arthur jumped in surprise, "Bloody hell Francis! That was uncalled for you id-" Francis pressed his lips to Arthurs, and placed one hand on Arthurs hip pulling him close. Arthur broke the kiss and turned his head, "Francis, what did I say before hand?"

"Not to touch your ass~"

"Why aren't you listening?"

"Because I have not touched your ass yet~" Arthur nearly slammed his head against the tiled wall, 'Stupid Frenchman finding a loophole!'

Francis only chuckled, "Come on cher~ Ze water is getting cold."

Arthur nodded and grabbed the soap, scrubbing every inch of his body, while somehow managing to be a safe distance from Francis. Francis only ignored it and washed his own body watching Arthur.

Arthur put the soap down and tried to grab the shampoo, but Francis' hand covered Arthurs. Arthur faced the Frenchman who was smiling, "I will wash your hair cher~" Arthur merely blushed and nodded, standing in front of Francis his arms crossed, facing away from his husband.

Francis squirted some of the shampoo into his hand and rubbed his hands together, he began to massage the others scalp. Arthur smiled soothed by Francis running his hands through his hair, he leaned back slightly so that his shoulder blades touched the others toned chest. Francis smiled and continued to wash his hair. When he was finished he rinsed the hair and took the bottle again, but Arthur hand grabbed Francis' wrist.

"L-let me do it."

Francis smiled, "Of course mon petit lapin." He turned and closed his eyes, as Arthur began to do the same thing Francis did. After a few moments the Frenchmans hair was clean he rinsed the suds away. Arthur placed the bottle on the counter again, "Arzur?"

Arthur turned and opened his mouth to reply when Francis' wet lips met his in a heated kiss. Arthur gasped but returned the kiss all the same, clinging to the Frenchmans shoulders. Francis' hands moved down to Arthurs hips and lower back pressing him close to Francis. Arthur blushed he felt himself getting hard, he struggled to not let Francis know but it was too late.

Francis pulled away, smirking, "Ohonhonhon~ Someone is hard~" he squeezed Arthurs manhood lightly.

Arthur gasped and arched his back, "F-Francis." Francis smirked and began to pump the others manhood, causing Arthur to lose all sense and only able to focus on the pleasure. Francis nipped and sucked Arthurs collar bone, and neck leaving marks on his pale white skin. Soon enough Francis felt himself get hard from Arthurs cute and erotic moans, "Ah~! F-Francis, I'm c-close~!" Francis only continued stroking Arthurs shaft and playing with his slit, this tipped the Englishman over the edge. Arthur gave another moan as he released his seed in the Frenchmans skilled hand, it washed away from the shower water and went down the drain.

Arthur blushed as he felt Francis' erection poking him in the thigh, "L-let me help y-you out." Francis's eyes widened as he nodded in shock, Arthur kneeled down in front of Francis his face level to his erect member, breathing softly on the hardened flesh.

"A-Arzur, please d-do not tease-" he couldn't complete his sentence as he gasped from Arthur running his tongue along the others tip. He slowly began to take the others member in his mouth, letting his teeth purposefully run against the sides of the 'Eiffel tower'. Arthur bobbed his head licking the others manhood as he did so. Francis fisted his hands in Arthurs hair forcing himself not to choke the other with his cock, he knew that if he forced the Britishmans head then it would be over for him. "Ah~ A-Arzur… mon dieu! I-I can't-" he was cut off by one of his own moans as he released into the others mouth.

Arthur swallowed the others seed, and stepped out of the shower, "Come on love, we have to get moving."

"Into ze bed I hope~"

"No we are bloody not! We have to go to your house!"

"Oui." Francis and Arthur got dressed and walked out of the hotel, smiles plastered on their faces.

It was getting close to dinner time, so Francis went to go find another place to eat at. Arthur didn't join him since he was tired, and decided to rest on a nearby park bench. He sat for a few moments his eyes closed and his face lifted towards the sky, when he heard rustling from the bush to his left. He stood and walked in front of the bush, he leaned over only to have a hand cover his mouth. He struggled and tried to scream but they were muffled, the shadow slipped into a nearby alley. The mysterious man tied his with ropes, and then a female voice rang through the alley, "Now Mr. Kirkland, we shall see how fond your little Frenchman is of you when you are broken." Arthur whipped his head around, it was their waitress that they had a couple of nights ago. "You are probably wondering why I am doing this aren't you." Arthur only answered with a glare, "Well you have Mr. Bonnefoy wrapped around your finger but you are embarrassed to do anything in public, it's pathetic. He would never love you, he only uses you for sexual acts, in other words his sex toy." She spat venom dripping from her words, Arthur winced, "You don't deserve someone like him. And the only way for him to see that is for you to leave his life and me to replace you." Arthur struggled against his bonds hoping that they would somehow break and he would be free. "Don't try to break free."

Arthur grunted as her high heel hit him in the chest, pushing him to the ground, "I should just kill you now."

"You wouldn't dare." Came his muffled reply.

"Oh but I would, you there with the knife. Come here." Arthurs struggles became more desperate as the man slowly advanced, his eyes glazed over with tears of fear.

She held the knife an inch above his chest, "I'm going to kill you now, any last words?"

Arthur cried and struggled, not saying anything but screaming which was only silenced. "Now you will not plague Mr. Bonnefoys life any longer!" She brought the blade down, but before the blade could so much as nick him, Francis's hand caught her wrist.

"F-Francis!"

"Let go of ze knife. If you do not I will not 'esitate to kill you." Francis's accent became thicker and showed that he was nothing short of completely pissed off.

The woman let go of the knife and sobbed, "B-but you're supposed to love me! Not that stupid British prude!" Arthur winced at every insult she used, clinging on desperately to Francis who was carrying him bridal style.

Francis and Arthur left the distraught woman in the alley, not caring about her well being. When they were far enough away Francis set Arthur down and kneeled in front of him, "Amour, are you okay? You're not hurt are you?"

"No."

"Are you going to be okay? Do you need anyzing?"

"No." Francis placed his hand on Arthurs squeezing it gently.

"Arzur, what did she say to make you so upset?" Arthur shook as he remembered what she had said only moments ago. "Arzur please tell me."

Arthur sobbed as he hid his face in his hands, "S-she said t-that I didn't deserve you! A-and that you w-would never love m-me! S-she was g-going to k-kill me Francis!"

Francis teared up as he hugged the Brit tightly, "Don't ever believe what she or ozer people might say, amour. I love you wiz all my heart. Do not forget zat." Arthur nodded and cried on Francis' shoulder clinging to him as though his life depended on it.

Francis smiled and looked to Arthur, "Here we are mon amour, my house."

If it was humanly possible Arthurs lower jaw would be on the ground now, "You call that a house, it looks like a bloody mansion!"

Francis smirked and grabbed Arthurs arm, "Shall I give you a tour of ze house?"

"Yes."

And with that Francis walked into the mansion, dragging Arthur along, "Zis is ze kitchen, you are not allowed to touch anyzing in zis room."

"Why not?"

"Because you will kill us wiz what you call food, and make my kitchen explode." Francis replied knowingly, remembering the one time Arthur had tried to make a simple chocolate cake. Naturally he had over cooked it and it had become as solid as a rock and nearly broke the Frenchmans teeth.

Arthur blushed, and muttered a, 'my cooking isn't that bad.' Francis smiled, "Of course not cher, here is ze living room." The room was decorated by lovely furniture and a lamp, it had one bookcase filled with 'romance' novels which Arthur snorted at, and it had a lovely view of Francis's garden.

Francis led them into yet another room, "I'm sure you can guess which room zis is~" Arthur looked around the room, it had a large king sized bed in the middle, with two large wardrobes in the corners. There was a door that led to the bathroom on the left wall of the room.

"Lovely bedroom Francis, why didn't you show me this last?"

Francis leaned over and whispered, "Because zis is ze most important room cher~"

Arthur blushed and swatted the other away, "Show me the rest of the house now please."

"But of course~", he walked back into the hallway, "Arzur I want you to close your eyes and let me lead you to zis next room."

"What? No way!"

"Please~ mon cher~" After a few moments the Englishman agreed, Francis placed his hands over Arthurs eyes and led him down many hallways. Once they had finally reached their destination he removed his hands, "You can open your eyes now cher."

Arthur opened his eyes and gasped, it was a library. He ran to one of the millions of bookshelves scanning the row, it had everything. Romeo and Juliet, Sherlock Holmes, Oedipus Rex, and many other classic novels and series. Arthur turned and hugged Francis tightly, "This is a wonderful library thank you so much!"

Francis chuckled, "I'm glad zat you like it cher. Come on we have one more place to go."

Arthur nodded and followed Francis outside, "Zis is my prized flower garden cher, over zere we have ze sunflower Russia's national flower." It was in a patch on the far right side of the garden, it's bright yellow petals were near blinding, "Next to zat we have ze Peony, China's national flower," he pointed to the pink almost rose looking flowers next to the sunflowers. "Zen we have ze daisy, sweet Italy's national flower," the flower had crisp white petals and a yellow middle it looked as sweet and innocent as the nation itself, "Zen we have ze cornflower, Germanys national flower" he pointed to the blue ruffled flower, the color matched the Germans eyes, "And zen we have ze sakura, or ze cherry blossom, zat is Japans." He pointed to a tall tree covered in the white pink tinted flower petals the branches moved in the breeze. "And last but certainly not least, ze iris and Tudor rose bush. Zis is our bush cher." He pointed to the largest bush with a mixture of pink tinted roses of the Tudor rose and the purple petals of the iris.

Arthur smiled and took the Frenchmans hand in his, "It's a wonderful garden love." He looked up to see Francis was on the verge of tears, "What's wrong Francis?"

"Nozing mon cher, it's just…I never zought zat you would be able to see zis wiz me. It has always been my dream to live here wiz you." Tears started to fall down the Frenchmans face.

Arthur smiled and kissed the tears away, "Well I'm here Francis, and I will always be here." They stood there for a moment before Arthur spoke up again, "Shall we go inside now?"

"Oui, let's go inside, I will make dinner for us." With that Arthur and Francis walked hand in hand into their new house where they would live the rest of their lives together in happiness. The church soon accepted their nations choice and left them alone, no longer caring, which both of them were relieved to hear. Life went on as usual peace ruled the world for long periods of time only to be broken by a few wars, but Arthur and Francis ignored the wars and lived in their house. The house itself was peaceful until about ten years later when it became very loud. Soon the nations America and Canada were born, America was the loud hyper twin, while Canada was the quiet twin he was always helping his mother (England). America, whose human name is Alfred, would never let England rest always running around the house, holding sharp objects, Arthur would chase after him and scold him when he would finally catch the boy. Francis and Mathew, Canada's human name, would only be spectators and watch quietly as the pair ran around the house. Francis and Arthur were currently creating a new flower bed it would hold irises, Tudor roses, aquilegias, and next to it would be a maple tree. All in all their life was good, and they loved every moment of it and they would face many more centuries together, happily.

Fin

A/N: Hey guys~ well this is the end of this fan fiction :,) I hope that you guys liked it, and I thank all of you who stayed till the end~

Translations-

French-

Bonjour- good morning

Mon amour- my love

Cher- dear

Mon cher- my dear

Oui- yes

Pas, vient le tablier- no, just the apron

Non- no

Fin- end

Flowers and the countries they represent- Aquilegia- America, Maple tree- Canada yes I know it doesn't have an official flower but I am using this one, Iris- France, Tudor rose- England, Sunflower- Russia, Peony- China, Daisy- Italy, Cornflower- Germany, Sakura or Cherry blossom- Japan.

If you are interested in an Ouran High School Host Club , Hetalia cross over I am currently writing one so please check it out if you want to -^^- well this is the end guys I'm going to miss this one.

BritishGentleman closing the last chapter of Notre Monde est Pur. I don't know if I ever gave the translation for the title. The title says, "Our World is Pure"