A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating sooner I was on vacation! Anyway here it is!
Chapter 24: Broken vases.
"Goddammit! Arthur open this door at once!" Francis boomed, pounding on the door.
"Fuck you frog! I am packing my things!" Arthur growled, shoving clothes into his bags with tears streaming down his face. "I loved you, you stupid fucking idiotic… frog!"
"Arthur I refuse to let you leave me!" Francis announced boldly.
"I don't give a fuck if you refuse!" Arthur snapped, now packing Alfred and Matthew's things. "Alfred and Matthew will be staying with me as well."
"Arthur where do you think you can go?" Francis demanded. "You have no money!"
"Then I'll bunk with Lovino! Or Eliza! Maybe I'll sleep with them!"
Francis paled, the thought of Arthur sleeping with someone else broke his heart and brought tears to his eyes. "Dammit Arthur! You will not leave me!" Francis growled.
"No!"
Francis threw a flower pot at the door angrily, searching for the spare key. The pot shattered and crumbled down to the floor, spilling a small golden key to the floor mat. Francis picked up the key and unlocked the door. What he saw broke his heart even more. Arthur stood in the center of the living room with four bags behind him, his face was stained red from tears.
"Fuck you." The smaller growled, his lip trembling.
Francis took a step forward and grabbed Arthur by his waist. "Arthur-"
"Save it." Arthur interrupted, trying to push Francis away. "I don't want to be touched by a slimy cheating frog."
Francis frowned, "Arthur I did not cheat on you. I never would do that to mon amour." Arthur sneered at Francis with tears in his eyes. "How many times did you two do it? Did you do it on my bed? Or my couch? Maybe when we were doing it after wards you thought of her?"
"Shut up Arthur!" Francis growled. "I hate Jeanine! She isn't even attractive to me anymore! She came over and kissed me! We didn't fuck and I told her to leave immediately! Fuck you Arthur! I love you!"
Arthur frowned. "You can't even lie to me correctly!"
"I love you! Only you, you fucking British black sheep! You never fitted in, but since first grade I have loved you! Fucking idiot! I dated Jeanine to get to you! And it worked! After I started dating her we started making out in the janitor's closet! It was perfect because I love you!"
Arthur froze, staring at Francis with wide eyes. "You… dated her, to get to me?" he asked softly.
Francis nodded. "Didn't you think it was odd that in art I only painted you? Even when we took our art finals. Only you Arthur. I've only ever loved you…" he whispered sincerely.
Arthur gulped and kissed Francis deeply, wrapping his arms around Francis' neck. Francis kissed back immediately, tightening his grip on Arthur's waist. "I love you too frog…" Arthur mumbled against Francis' lips. "But I don't know if I can trust you."
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Lovino tossed and turned, hating the fact that his mattress suddenly felt cold. Usually there was a pair of loving arms around him in the morning. Not cold air. "Fuck…" he growled, pulling the dark red comforter over his head. He clutched Antonio's sweatshirt to his chest tightly, breathing in Antonio's cologne. He sat up and slid the sweatshirt over his head and cuddling inside of it, even though it was a little large for him.
xXx
"Say you love me, n-no I love you moreeeeee, I adoreee you-ou-ou…" Antonio sung drunkenkly into the microphone. "Fu-u-uck youuu~!" Antonio giggled and hiccupped, taking another swig of his drink. He dropped his glass at the sight of an old friend. "Gil~!" Antonio smiled, walking towards said albino. "Hey." Gilbert growled, gulping down a whole glass of beer. "Another." He demanded the bartender.
Antonio plopped down next to Gilbert and giggled. "What's got your panties in a twist?" he teased.
"Matthew and his stupid best friend Lars… he isn't even as awesome as me!" Gilbert grumbled. "I just vant him to leave mien birdie alone…"
Antonio smirked, "My tomate is a stripper! I think I win!" he giggled sadly, not drunk enough to forget.
"Lovino is a-"
"Ahhh, 'ello ass wipes." A familiar voice chimed from behind them. Francis sat down on the other side of Gilbert and ordered a glass of wine. "'Aving fun as zhe… 'ow you say… singleness?" Francis chuckled, obviously intoxicated.
"Ve aren't single. Vell, I'm not single." Gilbert smirked down at his glass. "Vhatever Lars may have zhat is 'Better zhen me' will never compare to mien awesome five meters!" Gilbert exclaimed.
"I'm single!" Antonio smiled, "I hate being alone, but I am." He pouted.
"Arthur wants a divorce… But he also wants to fuck so I am thoroughly confused." Francis giggled. "I don't mind the fucking part. He will never leave me. I won't let him."
Antonio squinted at Francis, "Not sure that's how divorce works Francis, that's not how this works, that's not how any of this works… not all parties need to agree..." he said motioning around him drunkenly as he spoke.
"Shuttapt." Francis growled, taking another sip of his wine. "Damn you English black sheep!"
Antonio passed out soon from intoxication, Gilbert and Francis took him back to the loft above the café. Gilbert went home without Francis, he then apologized to Matthew for freaking out, and then cuddled Matthew for the rest of the night, knowing for sure that at least Matthew and himself were in a stable, loving, and awesome relationship. "I love you." Gilbert mumbled into Matthew's soft golden hair. "I love you too Gilbert~!" Matthew giggled happily.