So hello! God, i know it's been so long… I've just gotten so busy with school...but i'm writing this over Thanksgiving Break, and Christmas break is soon as well. So hopefully i can get a decent amount written. Anyway, so there will be french in this chapter, and mentions of FrUk. it won't get explicit yet, but just be aware of FrUk fluff. Okay, enough babbling! Here we go!

Arthur Kirkland sighed, looking out over the balcony, out at the city of London. From his home, he had a pretty good view of Big Ben, but it didn't much matter to him. The wind lightly ruffled his hair, as the early morning sun softly cast it light on the sleepy city, and Arthur turned his attention to his cup of tea. He looked into the reddish liquid forlornly, and sighed once more. He set his cup back down, and looked back out. 'Hard to believe...almost 200 years….' he thought to himself. Suddenly, he heard a scratching behind him, and the sound of his door opening. His cat jumped on his lap as the brit heard his visitor set down something (probably a jacket), and shuffle over to him. "Bonjour, mon amour…..et...ca va?" came a silken french voice. "Ah, ello, Francis.." he said halfheartedly, and petted the cat, not looking to him. The frenchman sensed Arthur's indifference, and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around the other. "Arthur..i hate seeing you like this...please, cheer up." he asked softly, craning his neck to look to the englishman, who sighed in response, and let a small smile take over his lips.

"Sorry, love..i just...you know..its almost...and...i still…"

"I know...and i'll always be here...through everything. Because i love you."

Arthur felt his heart tug at those words, and nodded, looking away as he lifted a hand to rest it against the frenchman's hair, and his fingers lightly intertwined in the blonde locks. "I know.."

He sat through another meeting, ending up yelling at America again. He sighed to himself after the meeting,as he set his papers straight, and filed them into his briefcase. He put on his jacket, and scarf, as there was a chill in the air of his hometown, closed the leather item, and turned to leave. That git was blabbering on to Japan again, something about making a giant robotic hero to defend the world, and he rolled his eyes, keeping his gaze down. He tried his damndest to avoid conversation, but that git couldn't take a hint. "Het, british dude! What do you think? Japan should totally build the Hero-50, right? It would be so totally radical, and dope, yo!"

"America, please. If you're going to ask me something, do try not to butcher the english language. I haven't the foggiest what your modern lingo means, and I'd rather keep it that way. And as for that Hero-whatever, i honestly think you should grow up. You need to realize that silly ideas like that are just that, ideas. Dreams. Dreams don't come true, America." he said, and turned to walk away.

"Uh, they do too, dude! That's why i made DisneyWorld!" he said, pointing at himself, smiling that idiotic smile he had that always drove the brit crazy. He blushed lightly, turning and walking off. "And that's why you're still a child." he muttered quietly.

Arthur sighed as he left, shoving his free hand in his pocket. He kept his face half hidden in his scarf, and he set down the front steps. He turned to head to the train station, trying to forget about his encounter with America. Next month was July, his least favorite of months. He sighed, and figured he'd stop off for some fags, and turned to a corner store. It was a terrible habit he had, smoking those fags, he knew that, but sometimes, he just couldn't help himself. He thanked the cashier, and waved to her before he left, pulling out his lighter and placing one of the "cancer-sticks" in his mouth, lighting it. He inhaled a long drag, and let it out slowly, resuming his walk to the train station. When he arrived, he dropped the finished fag, and smothered it under his left shoe, and set forth. France wasn't supposed to come over today, so perhaps he could get away with another attempt. Bah, probably not. Francis always called to check in when he didn't visit. Francis..that wanker. Why did he have to complicate things further? Arthur already hurt enough, with America, but knowing how Francis felt about him? It was honestly too much. He sighed, purchasing his ticket, and walking to the platform. As the trains pulled in, he found himself thinking about how easy it would be to take those few steps. But he leaned back against the cool brick wall, closing his eyes. He had some time still before his train, and he thought he'd lose himself. He thought back to the days when he and America were happy, before everything went wrong. He felt the corners of his mouth curl up some in a smile, and he opened his eyes, feeling a little high in his memories. He dug his phone out of his pocket, and decided to text Spain, his old drinking buddy.

'Tony? You up for a drink tonight, chap? I could really use a break..'

'Eh, sure, querido amigo, i'd love to, but i'm muy ocupado at the moment..my boss has me making more roses again! eh..Es bastante estresante, hermano … hopefully we can get together sometime soon, though..again, lo siento! I have to go.'

Arthur sighed. He could have guessed. Well, no bother, he could go drinking himself. He had before, and nothing went too particularly wrong. He boarded the train when it arrived, and sat in an empty car. He liked being alone anyway.

Ah, i hope thats good enough for a return-from-hiatus chapter..ah, anyways, thank you so much to those who have supported this story since it began. You all are amazing. And yes, there was some unplanned Spanish in this chapter as well...anyways, here is the translations for everything, as promised.

| "Bonjour, mon amour…..et...ca va?"- hello, my love… and...are you okay/how are you?

Fags- before you all freak out, and think im using the derogatory name for gays, its actually the british word for cigarettes. Now, i may be american, but i feel using english lingo makes it feel more real.

'Eh, sure, querido amigo.."-eh, sure, good friend..

muy ocupado- very busy

Es bastante estresante, hermano- its pretty stressful, brother…

lo siento- sorry |

So yeah. I didnt take spanish in high school, i took french, so forgive me if google translate is wrong XD anyway, thank you so much for putting up with me, and i'll see you next update! Oh, and i'm running a poll.

Should america be at the bar that england goes to when he gets home, or not?

And if he is, should they have a moment when they get drunk?

I await your responses in the reviews. And i thank you yet again for taking time to read my shit XD until next time, ja ne!~