The Joke
Pairings: ArthurxFrancis; AlfredxIvan; more will appear...
Warnings: implied sexual situations, implied abuse, descriptive masturbation, illegal substances (and legal);
Notes: written on the first person. It will change plots.
*Francis POV*
It was a joke.
Just a joke; a little stupid joke that I love to do with people… -takes a deep breath,- I never thought it could be more than a joke…. really… I'm from 'The country of L'amour'…. I am not rejected…
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Gilbert: Don't tell me you find that pretty…
Francis: Behind those caterpillars is some beauty, I can see mon amie…
Gilbert: that means you will play with him? Make him fall for you?
Francis: Oui…. it will be fun don't you think?… it's a challenge…
Antonio: I bet he can…. he always gets what he wants…
Gilbert: I bet against… that one likes Isolation….
Francis: hohonhon don't underestimate moi…. I had many lovers… I made them fall for me… I can do this…. give me 2 months…
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'Stupid joke….' -sneers-
Several moths passed. I live practically with him and yet, he doesn't see me…
At first he was unbearable, snob, stubborn, I wanted to kill him but then… He smiled to me, a true pure smile and I saw it… All his beauty, all his loneliness, pain, longing, intelligence and even care. It was all there but he decided not to show it, stupid man…
For some reason I wanted to make him show it, I wanted to see it again, I needed to see it so I forgot about the bet and stop make moves and with time I fell for him… I am the stupid man….
Antonio and Gilbert wanted me to end this bet and decide that I lost but I can't lose… I can't…. I have my pride you see… so I was about to make my last and most painful move…
Yesterday we were to one pub together, he became drunk in no time… always the same Arthur, always…. and he kept talking about Alfred…. that hurt more and more in every word for some odd reason and I'm used to hear him talking about the other… you see they share this brotherly love… I hope is just that, well… never mind… I can't even read him properly…. That's what he does to me…
When the time came I was done… I needed to have him and end this game before I fell completely in love with this man… So I took him home…
There we were and for some reason this time he didn't fight my kisses and hands starting to undress him, for some reason he kissed back and reacted to every single touch, oh… and I could feel how inebriated the other was…
For some reason I pulled back and stared at him… I am the stupid man…..
I wanted to see him, feel him, touch him… but then I only wanted him to see me, to talk to me, to smile to me, to feel me… to wish every move and touch of my body and soul…
To love me…
I wished this, but couldn't move, I broke the stare and left… I couldn't handle the look on his eyes.. he was disappointed that I was making that to him… I could see it…
Someone said to me that sleep around is for the weak and love for the strong ones… I guess I'm too weak to make him love me… he will never love me the way I started to love him… I am the stupid man…
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*Arthur POV*
Stupid frog… He stopped making moves now that…. Never mind…
He's always around, with that perfect existence and people trying to get his attention but for some reason I haven't seen him with anyone for a while… And he is always here, cooking, cleaning and helping; which I find annoying, but he makes me laugh, and company so I guess I don't mind it that much…
One month ago I noticed he was lonely, and for some reason sad, I didn't ask of course, but I could see it and he stared at me with a different look, a look no one gave me before, I actually didn't get it but didn't ask… Then I noticed he was pretty… pretty for a frog I mean… and kind… for some reason he likes to make the others feel good, even if he does it in the wrong way… that makes me wonder if he feels good himself…
He stopped making moves on me… I heard he had a bet, I guess he lost and that's why he's acting like that, too calm and less flirt, which is good… I guess… I mean now I don't need to care about him trying to get into my pants… which is weird… not that I liked it of course…
Yesterday he took me to a pub, I don't know if it was my inebriated state but I decided to give him a chance, after all he tried it for months… I mean not that I care of course, I don't like him…. but he's not that bad either…
I didn't fight, it felt good feeling someone kissing and caressing me, not any one, him… he has that rose scented smell, that silky hair, in which he spent hours believe me, that firm and soft hands touching me and his mouth on mine, he tasted like wine, I should have guessed, but for some reason I wanted him, more and more and barely believed when he pulled back… why? He stood there looking at me with that deep blue eyes and said nothing… just stared… then it seemed he wanted to say something but he putt his head down in shame and walked away…
I should have guessed… he would never want someone like me…. even for one night… I'm not 'lovable'…
He once said love is for the strongest… I guess he is stronger than me… I mean… he loved so many and I haven't… the problem is that I only realised I loved him after he left…
Stupid frog….. he left…
Notes: I re-posted.
I am sorry for the mistakes that the story probably has.
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