After a loooong while, Francis separates himself from the kiss, again satisfied with its intensity and the response he received from Arthur.

Who went back for more after a few seconds.

And who was Francis to deny himself a few of these kisses and adoration. This boy told him awful things but on his kisses he felt the need and passion. And it was oddly satisfying.

Yes, yes... he is a little contradictory, but... you will find his logic.

Francis smiled and let himself go along with the kiss and with the feelings, kissing him back without thinking or acting or trying anything else but to kiss this weird boy.

I don't know where is this going.

It is Arthur's fault.

I know, who you think I'm scolding? It's aaaaaaalaways the same with him.

Francis says it is not that bad! Do not scold him because he is kissing him! You should do it when he hits him!

Yes, but... yes... he is dumb.

Ok, hmm... like one hour later, Francis separated again, smiling.

You should say something or he is going to do it again!

"We should go now" Francis said... in french.

"W-what?"

"Come on... Let's go" Francis sat on the bed and organized his happy manhood before taking Arthur's hand.

Arthur didn't have enough time to even know where they were.

Francis combed his hair ligthly with the other hand, managing somehow to look spectacular without even trying.

Mean while Arthur seemed a fish with a big red lips, and some rush on his face, and his hair like a absolute disaster.

Like he was been driving a cabriolet in a really windy day

Francis did not care for now, he just looked at Arthur sideways and smiled a bit.

"So... where does your professor live?"

"Which one?"

"The one that was entertaining my mother during lunch"

"I think he lives in a coffin on te dungeons of the university"

"Like drácula?" Francis laughed.

"Yes... or maybe he can't pay a rent of something better"

"Oh... that's quite awful. Maman is not going to like a coffin... "

"Good news for you, then."

"Why? She seemed to be having a good time"

"But she is married... isn't she?"

"What do you mean? Of course she is married with papa..."

"If she is married... she isn't going to... go eith another man"

"Well... whe can for sure go to talk with another man, why not?"

"Talk... well, but go to his home..."

"What about that? Where do you want them to go?"

"Well, it's weird, the people could talk about her."

"But no one is going to know, obviously!"

"I'm going to know, for example."

"So you think you are going to talk about my maman... and say what? That she had sex with your teacher? No one is going to believe you"

"If someone else sees her..."

"Oh, come on, people is always soooo interested in making weird stories. Why? She is happily married with my father."

"Because she is doing weird things. People love stories"

"She is not doing weird things, I just asked where does he live"

"We will see"

"You are thinking weird things about my mother!"

"She is doingit! It's not my fault!"

"She is not doing anything... you have a prejudice!"

"No, but... it's obvious what a man and a woman do in... the intimacy"

"Hmm... see? That's a prejudice. Do you think that a man and a woman cannot be alone and do... nothing? Just talk?"

"No when that woman is... your mother" Arthur blushed a little

"She is married!" Francis laughed.

"Anyways!"

"You are saying that my mother is going to cheat on my father... "

"For sure!"

"God... do never talk with my father!"

"He seems to be very jealous."

"Do you know him?"

"No"

"How do you know he seems very jealous?"

"I figure it"

"He... I don't think he is that jealous, to be honest. He is... well, he is kinda scary."

"Scary?"

"Well.. yes, he is very tall, and very... harsh."

"But the fathers are suposed to be tall a harsh."

"Hmm..." Francis looked at him sideways thinking of this father with his military uniform saying... things. Scary things. "Well, let's say he is... not the common father."

"How is a common father?"

"Well... fathers are supposed to love their sons and understand them..."

"Doesn't he love you?" Arthur raised his big eyebrows.

"I... yes, for sure he loves me" Francis shrugged.

"Then?"

"Or that is what my maman says."

"What?"

"He is not very... Well, he is serious and you never know what he is thinking... How about your father?"

"Eh... He is probably nice... I never met him."

"Oh... ugh... well... So it is you and your mother?"

"Yes"

"Ha! I knew you were an only child!"

"W-What? Why?"

"Because you are weird..."

"What the hell!"

"You were happy to be weird!"

"Well, ye, but that doesn't make any sense!"

"It makes sense, all that thing of being yourself and all... you don't have any competition" Francis laughs.

Arthur rolled his eyes.

"That's right... if you had a brother like mine."

"I think you don't like yourself, that's why you want to be someone else... and you are right you are such an horrible person."

"I do like myself!"

"So... why aren't you yourself?"

"I am myself!"

"Mmmm" he hestiated not really sure about it.

"You say it like... like if I were really a totally different person, you know? And I am not."

"You are different enough for sure, nobody is so..." he started and stoped himself before say "perfect"

"So...?"

"So... that way. Whatever. Accommodating"

"Accommodating... as in helpful? I like to be helpful, dear"

"Accommodating for yourself"

"I don't get your point..."

"Of course not, because you are dumb"

"What? I am not dumb... you said I am different, I liked that!"

"What?"

"To be different for you, how am I different? Tell me"

"When did I say that you were different?"

"You said it just a minute ago"

"But I mean... wait!"

Francis stops on his tracks, a bit scaried.

"You like it! You said you like it"

"Aha..."

"You like... that I consider you different."

"I... well, yes" Francis smiled a bit. "I think it is nice to be different"

"Are you... brave?"

"Why?"

"To know who you really are."

"Of course I am brave... and of course I know who am I!"

"Let's see it" Arthur drew his pillbox of the pocket of the trousers. Fear it, Francis, fear it like you fear the fire. Oh.. dear.

"What's that?"

"Medicine. Trust me, I'm a doctor. Almost."

"Medicine to do what? I am not sick."

"It isn't for sickness is to relax yourself, and at the same time, to be alert of things you never payed attention before"

"Mmm... isn't it dangerous?"

"Absolutely safe. I will try one with you" he picked a pair of withe pills.

"Mmm... maybe I should ask Roddie about this first."

"OK. I will wait for you."

Francis smiled and took the pill, placing it inside the pocket of his trousers.

"If he thinks it is ok, I will take it with you"

"Ok. Go with him" Arthur stopped his walk.

"Nah, come on... we will take this in our date."

"I will go to antoher place, you can come after and find me"

"What? No! How come will I find you if I do not even know this place. Come on, come with me..."

He shrugged and smiled because, of course he do not plan to wait for you in any case.

"Come oooon... you have to come with me!"

"If you take it now I will go with you."

Francis looked at him and frowned, thinking.

"Will you come to dance with me?"

"Only if you try the drug" because it's the only way that I could imagine that you will be enough lost and a little afraid to don't go with someone else.

Francis shut his eyes closed and... took the pill.

Arthur raised his eyebrows.

Francis opened the eyes

"You..." he could't believe that Francis just... did that.

"Take yours! Wh-What? Come on..." Francis urged him. He said it was safe, right?

Arthur looked at his pill on his hand, swallowed, and looked him on the eye. Francis smiled, nervous and excited. It was like jumping from a cliff to the unknown.

"Wh-What's going to happen next?

"That I think you are the craziest person in the whole world"

"What?!" Francis smiled a bit. Because he... He had spent his whole life trying to be different, and probably a little crazy. And he had just truly impressed this difficult boy with those two things.

"What if it's poisson? I said that I loathe you!"

"You don't really loathe me... You kissed me like with... Passion and need... You cannot kill me after that!" Francis assured him with confidence.

"W-What? No! I didn't"

"Oh, come on!"

"NO!"

"Well.. that's why I took the pill" Francis rolls eyes.

"Why? Because you want to die?"

"No, because you like me and I thought it would be... fun" Francis looked at him a bit frightened because this was, for sure, not the reaction he expected.

"Well, you still being senseless"

"You wanted me to do this! You promised me something!" Francis rolls his eyes again.

"What did I promise you?

"That you will go with me to the dance!"

"You are not going to understand anything about the things that will happen in the next two ahours, more less"

"What?!"

"Exactly"

"What does that mean? You are still going to dance with me... right?"

"That is what you are worried about?"

"Well... yes!"

"Senseless"

"Why?!"

"Because you are drugged!"

"I was not drugged when I took the pill!"

"But you are now!"

"I just took it!" Francis blinks because... he does not feel particularly weird.

"I know, and you are still worried about bullshit"

"What should I be worried about, then?"

"About the drugs!"

"Oh, come on... I am sure it can't be that bad!"

Arthur licked his lips.

"Ehm... is it worse than alcohol?"

"Yes, a lot worse"

"How? You only said it would relax me and make me be myself..."

"Yes!"

"That's not a thing to be worried about!"

"How you could think that? What if you say... something secret?"

"Something secret..." Francis thinks of his father and raises his eyebrows "well I... I... will not"

"What are you thinking?"

"About... my father" oh oh... pills are talking.

"What about him?"

"No, you do not want to know... come on, lets go to dance."

"I want to know everything!"

"No, not this part" Francis took his hand and started walking.

"Why not?"

"Because this is not... mine."

"It's about your father who is part of yout life."

"No, but... no."

"Why not?"

"Because it is a secret and he would be VERY mad, because it is also dangerous."

"Why?"

"Because... he is important."

"But why is itdangerous?"

Francis sighed.

"Well... his job is not normal, maman worries..."

"Why isn't it normal?"

"Because he is in the army... "

"In the army?"

"Yes, he is part of THE BEST ARMY OF THE WORLD. He is... in love this that idea. I hate it." Francis rolls eyes.

"In the british army?"

Francis laughs.

"W-What?"

"Of course he is not with the British Army. He is part of... Die Wehrmacht"

"O-of... what?"

"What?! The army. The German army!

"But... you are french!"

"I was born in France, Roddie no, he was born in Germany. Papa is german, of course, and actually we are all pure blood German if you ask my father"

Arthur raised his eyebrows.

"When we are there, we cannot speak French... which is absurd, and we cannot say we are not German."

"W-What?"

"And I have to actually LIKE going to those awful meetings!"

"What meetings?"

"They have these meetings." Francis smiled, feeling himself a bit dizzy and happy, because it felt good to be able to talk ill about the meetings and in general a life that he hated. "Roddie loves them! They are called Hitlerjugend, and are... stupid."

"Oh, my god!"

"I know, and you have not seen the uniforms yet, they are AWFUL!"

Arthur put a hand on Francis' mouth to make him shut up. Francis raised his eyebrows and looked at Arthur who hugged him from the back without movimg his hand.

"You can't say that things!"

"Mmmh?"

"I... I will hide you, but you can't say it, someone could listen!"

Francis took Arthur by the wrist. He looked at him, without oposition. So the french tried to talk and separate the hand from his mouth.

"I told you it was a secret... and you insisted."

"Because I want to know everything about you."

Francis raised his eyebrows again with that.

"W-Why?"

"What?"

"I like that you want to know everything about me... but this part is not.. me. I don't like it."

"It's your father and your family, your family life and you childhood, of course it is you."

"I hate it. I hate that part of my family, I hate Roddie now, his ideas and his way of seeing the world, and I didn't hate him before he started going there! I hate that father doesn't like me because I don't love going there, and I hate everything that has to do with the stupid army!"

"SHHHH! don't mention it that way!"

"Which way?"

"So loud."

"Why?"

"Someone could listen! Is dangerous!"

"And I still have not said the word..."

"Anyways it could be deduced. We need a... secret code."

"A secret code? Like... Arthur's penis?"

"No! Nothing with it!" Arthur's hands went right to cover the area. Francis laughed with his reaction.

"Which one, then?"

"I don't know."

"Wait. You... don't mind?"

"I don't mind... what?"

"My father being... you know... "

"What? No, it's a tragedy!"

"I-Is it?"

"Yes! Because is the enemy!"

"W-Well... he is not the enemy for us... "

"Wait! That means that... you are the enemy too!"

"Come on... I am not the enemy! I am not a nazi!" Yes, he said it!

"A french... nazi" he said as Draco Malfoy says "mudblood"

"I am not nazi!" he insisted!

Arthur did a certain movement of the hand without paying attention to Franci's protests.

"I hate them! All! Including my father... and I hate to hate him! They should all stop!" Francis protested again, a bit anguished.

"Yes, yes... that's exactly the kind of thing that a traitor would say. Are you trying to spy the Greaat Britain intentions?" Arthur looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't call ME a traitor! You are part of the British empire and are in lands closer to Germany! And I am French!"

"Nazi!"

Francis sighed because... well, that was the reason why he NEVER told these things.

"You cannot... you... you! Don't tell anyone!"

"Why not? You should be in prision!"

"WHAT?! No! Come on! I am telling you that I hate them!"

"Nobody will believe you."

"You could also be a traitor! You should also be in prison!"

"I'm a British!"

"So what? You are in continental Europe, you could be spying the Germans!"

"This is Switzerlabd! It isn't Germany!"

"Why is everyone all the time thinking about the stupid war, anyway?"

"Because it's very important and it's happening right now!"

"I know, I know, but if we are here, and we were going to dance, it would be fantastic not to just talk about nazis and british and how stupid is everyone, there are more important things in life!"

"How could you say that? The people are dying!"

"Do you think I don't know?!" Francis protested bceause he... knew. And it was frustrating! "But what the hell can we do about it? Can you do anything?"

"Yes! Be worried about it" Arthur said... instead of being blushed and ashamed about you and me dancing in a room full of people meanwhile everybody are staring at us suspiciusly, thinking that we just passed the last two hours kissing each other in my bed.

"That has absolutely NO USE AT ALL! What we should do is to live, and be happy, and love, and try to be nice to the world, and enjoy life just because we have no idea of when will it end! We do not know if maybe tomorrow a stupid bomb will fall in our heads and we will die!"

"But just ignore it is extremly senseless!"

"It is IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE IT when you live in my house!" Francis screamed making gestures with his arms. "I just try to enjoy life whenever I can!"

"Why? Are you one of that... nazi kids? How did they call you?"

"I just told you that my brother is one... but not me!"

"I don't believe you"

"I am telling you the truth about everything!" Francis rolled eyes, crossing his arms.

"You are a frenchman and all of you are a liars."

"What?! No! I am telling you the truth! why would I lie! If I really liked all that nazi stuff... well, I would not be talking with you so easily!"

"But you are on drugs!"

"Well... well, exactly! Didn't you say I would tell you all my secrets?!"

"Well... maybe... maybe not! I'm not absolutely sure!"

"Well I am!"

"OK, OK... Why don't you run away, then?"

"From home? I... well, it is not that easy, I cannot leave my maman... or my papa, or Roddie, I love them"

"Well, take your mother with you."

"It is not that easy... Papa loves her very much and I am sure she does not want to leave him behind. Or Roddie..."

"Well you need to make a choice then."

"I cannot make a choice. I do not like what my father does and I do not like what Roddie does, but I cannot leave my family!"

"Of course you can" said the boy who was usually mad at his mother like twenty seven hours a day.

"No! I can't! We are a family! And family goes above everything else!"

"So, let's create a family you and me. What are you going to do, then?" Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Wh-What? A-A... family?" Francis smiled with the idea

"Yes, what will you do?

"Well... my father would go CRAZY"

"Jum! Good luck kissing your father" he crosed his arms, so annoyed.

"No! I mean... he would be the one not talking to me anymore!"

"But your are going to leave them!"

"Maybe you... should meet my papa."

"W-what? Do you want me... to meet a crazy french nazi?"

"Oh my god! Do never, EVER call him French! Ever! We are Germans! He is GERMAN!"

"Mmmm... whatever. Are the same."

"No! It is not! I... I... ugh! Why are you being so mean? If you marry me you would need to meet my father, period!"

"WHAAAT? I'm not going to marry you!" He took a step back.

"You said it! Not me!"

"No! That's not true!"

"Yes! You said that I needed to choose!"

"But not a wedding, don't be ridiculous!"

"You said that we were going to be a family!"

"But not that way, we are two men! It's inconceivable!"

Francis looked at him in the eye, took a step towards him and then kissed him. Arthur was completely took by ' specialty.

Of course, Arthur kissed him back. Francis smiled in the kiss, starting to understand that this man would say one thing... and do a completely different one.

He is very lucky to be able to think something. Francis smiled when he separated from Arthur.

"Come on... let's... go to search maman"

"What?" He was still with the eyes half closed.

"We have to go..." Francis smiled, calmer now that he had kissed him back, having planned something like this when he kissed him in the first place.

"Ah, y-yes, yes..."

Francis pulled him from his hand and started walking again, not letting go and Arthur followed him licking his own lips

Skisses were not that bad, huh?

Oooook, and certain shadow of an indelible smile. Francis was smiling the same way without realizing.