Lovino refused to see anyone else for the rest of the day.
In fact, even Arthur himself forgot that the man refused to come out of his office confinement for hours. The Brit kept his promise to work late in the evening, and things were pretty quiet.
Alfred, Francis, Gilbert and the rest had left nearly an hour ago.
"Are you sure you will be okay here alone, mon amour?" Francis asked before he retired for the evening and kissed his partner lovingly on the forehead.
The green – eyed blond nodded and gave Francis a kiss in return. "Ah, yeah. Everything will be fine. Actually, I really do need some time to think. I also have to go to a twelve – step meeting tomorrow, too, so I got a lot to catch up on. I love you, Francis. And I promise to make things up to you tonight when I get home." He winked seductively.
The Frenchman licked his lips and nodded. "All right, Mr. Kirkland has been making lots of promises lately… and don't think I'll give up waiting and fall asleep. I am a man who always keeps my promises, mon Cher, and believe me when I say that I am going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to sit properly for a week." Francis trailed his hand in between Arthur's thighs, apparently forgetting the fact that the two of them were still at work. He smirked deviously as he earned a squeal from his British boyfriend.
"M-may I still remind you that we are still at work, Mr. Bonnefoy?" The man said with a blush, his arousal growing in his trousers.
The blue – eyed man chuckled as he licked his lips. "If I recall properly, you did not seem to mind me fucking you senseless in a filthy bathroom stall at the office Christmas party.
Francis' smirk widened as his retort earned a rosy blush from his partner. "Yup. Let that thought stay with you for the rest of the night." He smiled and held Arthur in his arms before the two departed. "And Arthur, be safe. Call me if you need me. Don't call Gilbert, he is an idiot."
"I'm not gone yet, you know!" Called the German from a nearby room. Even though Gilbert never seemed to hear a request from his friends, he always seemed to have an excellent ability to hear when Francis made jokes about him from miles away.
Arthur chuckled, his green eyes shining with humor. "Don't worry, I promise I won't work long, and don't forget that I love you." With a final hug goodbye, both Francis and Gilbert left the blond Brit alone on the office floor.
'I guess this won't be too bad, working late here all by myself.' Arthur thought. 'This might actually prove to be quite peaceful.' He smiled. 'Actually, I might actually be able to get more work done without any shenanigans to interrupt me. I just hope it won't be too boring.'
An hour had passed and the Englishman had nearly a full paper proofread. Alfred would be pleased tomorrow when he finds that Arthur had taken the extra time to color code and properly label his rough drafts from the previous week. Just when he thought he was completely alone, a creaking sound could be heard from the far side of the room.
The Brit jumped and spilled half of his coffee in the process. He was famously known for detesting coffee with a passion, but Alfred had suggested to him that coffee would help him stay awake and keep focused while working late.
"H-hello?" Arthur called into the vast, empty floor and tried to sound as strong and brave as he possibly could. "Don't come closer, I'm armed!" It was a lie, but the blond figured that if this mysterious stranger did not know a thing about him, it was best to come off as intimidating as possible.
"It's me, you stupid idiot." A familiar tsundere voice replied.
Arthur sighed immediately and felt rather foolish now. "Oh, are you working late too, Lovino?"
The Italian man finally made his presence known as he stepped outside of his confined office and looked rather insecure with his face red and puffy with stained tears. "No, y-you idiot. I just wanted to be left alone."
"Why on earth didn't you tell me that you were here earlier? Trying to scare me half to death? I thought you might have been someone trying to break into our office! Or worse…" The green – eyed Englishman trailed off, afraid to finish his own sentence. 'Afraid that you might have been Ivan – or Natalia.' He thought privately to himself.
"No! I'm not trying to scare you, I never joke like that. I was just…" Stuttered Lovino, now holding onto his arm and awkwardly shuffling his foot with his eyes burning into the floor.
Now that he was calmer than he was a few minutes ago, Arthur started to laugh, he felt rather foolish as he let his imagination get the best of him since it had been later in the evening, and the man thought that he had been all alone in the building.
"Why the fuck are you laughing?!" The Italian demanded, clearly not understanding the reason for the Brit's laughter.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm not laughing at you." The Englishman promised as he took deep breaths to calm himself down after his little laughing fit. "I just thought that I was here all by myself and I thought – that you might have been someone else."
The other man stared Arthur down with an intense gaze and shrugged his shoulders. He invited himself to sit on top of Arthur's desk and folded his arms against his chest. "I guess that can't be helped."
The two shared a moment of awkward silence. Just a few hours ago, Arthur just so happened to stumble upon Lovino's rather intimate moment with his fiancé. The poor Italian had been caught breaking down crying in front of a few other employees. Lovino still appeared as though he had been crying moments before, and the Brit wasn't sure if it was okay or not to ask someone he was not quite familiar with how he was feeling.
"So…" He began with a sigh. "A-are you –"
The brunette was not pleased with the blond man's stutters and rolled his eyes. "I know what you want to ask me, so just spit it out and quit wasting time for the both of us."