Francis smiles as he tries to open Arthur's room door and realizes that it is not locked. And he could hear the ridiculous sobs of Arthur. He entered the room quietly and locked the door behind him.

Arthur was laying on the bed with his face on the pillow. Francis stood there for a few seconds, hearing him and watching him cry with a weird sensation on his belly.

He tried to take air and took another tissue to wipe his nose. Francis tiptoed to the bed and sat on it.

Arthur was paralized and looked at him when he felt someone sitting on his bed and then he froze.

"I was thinking on why did you... go" Francis whispered.

"Why are you here? Did you come to mock at me?" the briton frowned.

"No, I came here to recover you... To make you mine again, to make you love me... and to hug you and love you."

Don't you think, Francis, it would be easier to start slowly?

"W-What?" He moved his legs, sitting.

"I... I am... You... but... " he stuttered and closed his eyes, because he usually was very good at doing these kind of things with people but with Arthur it was not that easy. "Can we talk. Without you getting mad and without me trying just to say the right things to win you back?"

"I don't want to know anything about you" he responded turning his back on Francis. "And I wasn't crying for you."

Francis laid on the bed too, looking at Arthur's back.

"I am trying. I am trying to understand you, and what is the meaning of... whatever you say and whatever you do... but it is not that easy" he explained. "Half of the time you are saying that you hate me"

"ALL THE TIME! Because I DO IT!"

"I am starting to fear that it is true... and I really don't know how to fix that. Because I... at moments I feel stupid and I am scared... "

Arthur... looked at him again.

"What we did last night was wonderful and it felt good. Not just physically... I felt things... in my heart. And I still feel these things. And today in the morning it was scary, but you were great with my father. You fought for me... and what I felt last night felt even stronger"

"I didn't figth for you" Arthur blushed.

"And you said things like... that we should run away together" Francis continued, trying not to hear him. "And those made me believe that you and I could be... happy together, even if we are weird. But you keep saying awful things too... like you hate me, and you don't want to be with me... and that confuses me. Then I lie and try to say the same things to you, but you actually believe me... "

"Because I hate you!"

"I don't hate you... even if you hate me."

Arthur swallowed

"But I... I secretly think that you don't hate me... although, part of me thinks that it is what I want to believe, just because I like you, and I want so bad that you like me back. I don't even know why"

Arthur licked his own lips because it was nice, and warm, but he was awful and hurting and he didn't undersand and he was just the popular and pretty guy who will mock at him in the end. He was sure.

"I talked with my maman... and she told me that non of this was going to be easy. You and I... we do not only have the regular problems of couples. We will also have to fight against people like my father or my stupid brother. But if we are together... we are strong. I-I need... to know that deep down you do not hate me that much. Maybe you are just scared... "

Arthur kissed him, because he was absolute unable to say something good, but... he though that he deserve it because all of this made him feel better

Although he shouldn't trust him, and he knew.

A kiss was worth more than a thousand words. Francis kissed him back, feeling a bit better too. Allowing himself at least for now to fall head over heels for him.

That kisses which fix everything

I warn you, Arthur... he will not stop kissing you until tomorrow, I think. Or at least until you both fall asleep

And so the love/hate story begins.

Yes. Matthew Williams try to enter to his room and when he see that, he decides to past the night playing somewhere else.

Poor Mathieu. Francis says he will compensate him. Maybe giving him Vash's little sister.

Arthur threat that if he though that other things, he would stop of kissing him.

Nah. Francis doesn't even know who the hell IS Mathiew. Shut up and continue kissing him.

Hum!

Francis loves him even more with that hum! And waits for him to blush after saying it

"He is not going to do it" he does anyways.

Little laugh and he hugs him even more.

Ugh! He deserves a punch on the nose!

Or another kiss

Yes. NOOOO.

He said yes

He is not going to deserve another kiss in a milion years! He is bad, and mean, and awful, and horrible, and terrible, and...

Francis kisses him.

Thank you.