All right, this is as perfect as I can make it.
"Francis, you're finally back," Ludwig said, looking up from his newspaper.
"Francis~!" Feliciano sang, jumping at the country and hugging him tightly. "We missed you!" Francis shrugged Feliciano off roughly. "Eh, Francis?" Feliciano asked, puzzled. "Are you okay?"
"Did you two already eat?" Francis asked in a dead voice. Ludwig nodded.
"We saved some for you, if you want some," he replied. "Feli made the dinner. It was quite delicious."
"Ah, thank you, Ludwig!" Feliciano exclaimed, hugging Ludwig. Ludwig blushed slightly and went back to reading his newspaper.
"Oh, by the way," Ludwig said as Francis walked slowly to his kitchen, "America called. He wants you to be at his house tomorrow, if possible. I said I'd relay the message and let you do as you please." Francis sighed.
"Fine, I'll leave tonight," he said. "I don't think I'll have dinner," he said after a moment. "I'm just going to go get packed and get my plane ticket."
"Vee?" Feliciano was confused. Ludwig motioned for him to stay silent, however, and so he did, curling up next to Ludwig instead.
"He's just missing Arthur," Ludwig explained in a soft voice after Francis had gone upstairs. "I'm not sure he'll ever get over it completely…"
"I don't want Francis to be sad," Feliciano said. "If only there was a way that Arthur could come back, then Francis would smile again!" Ludwig smiled sadly.
"But that's impossible," he said. "So we just move on."
"You've got to keep quiet, you hear?" the man said, trying to calm the hyper Alfred down. "God, you were calm before you threw my hood off. Who taught you to assault people like that, anyway?"
"Dude, how am I supposed to stay quiet?" Alfred shouted. The man cringed.
"Just calm down!" he snapped.
"You have to wear that thing?" Alfred asked, motioning to the cloak.
"It's supposed to be a surprise!" the man replied. "So of course I have to wear it!" Alfred laughed.
"Okay, okay! Whatever!"
"Stupid, Amérique," Francis grumbled, hands in his pockets as he walked up the steps to Alfred's house. "I already look horrible enough without losing sleep just to come visit him." Francis knocked firmly on the door and took a step back, waiting.
"Dude!" Alfred shouted, throwing the door open. "Come in, come in!" He practically yanked Francis into the house and Francis resisted the urge to strangle him.
"So what was it that you wanted from me?" Francis asked gruffly.
"Aw, come on! Don't be mad!" Alfred said, dragging Francis to his office. The door was closed. "Just wait here for a sec! I'll say when you can come in!" Francis nodded, rolling his eyes.
"Oui," he said, sighing sadly. He didn't want to be here. Alfred's smiling face was not what he wanted to see. He wanted his Angleterre. He wanted his Arthur… Alfred disappeared inside and Francis was left waiting in the hall.
"You ready?" Alfred asked the man.
"As ready as I'll ever be," the man replied, straightening his maroon cloak.
"You can come in!" Alfred shouted and the door began to open.
"What are you doing, Amérique?" Francis asked in an irritated voice. He suddenly caught sight of the man sitting in a chair. "What are you doing here?" Francis shouted, shock evident on his face. "Alfred, how do you know this man?" Alfred just smiled and sat down behind his desk.
"Hello, Francis," the man said, taking the hood of his cloak off.
Though he was wearing glasses and his hair was longer, there was no mistaking who it was.
"Arthur…" Francis breathed and then burst into tears. "Oh, mon amor!" he cried, kneeling in front of the man. "Mon Arthur," he whispered, looking up at the man. "How can this be possible?"
Arthur felt his insides fluttering and couldn't hold back his smile.
"Francis," he began, putting his hands on Francis's face. He then leaned forward and kissed Francis as passionately as he had ever wanted to. When he pulled back, both of their cheeks were red. "I love you too," Arthur said and then kissed Francis again.
"Mon amor…" Francis whispered in between kisses. "I love you, I love you…" Arthur pulled away for a moment to wipe Francis's tears away.
"Je t'aime," Arthur said and, even though his accent wasn't perfect, Francis beamed.
"You said it in my language," he said and then pulled Arthur down to the floor and onto his lap to begin kissing him all over again. Arthur couldn't remember a time when he had been happier. He had been so worried that Francis wouldn't like his new appearance but, obviously, Francis loved him just the same.
Alfred, unnoticed by both, slipped out his door.
"Well?" Matthew asked, wringing his hands nervously. Alfred grinned.
"All is well," he said.