Chapter 20
Hey all, new chapter. I'm actually thinking of creating a storyline for each suitor dating Arthur, so nobody becomes dissatisfied with this story. Who's storyline should I begin first? Comment your answer please! I'm starting with the first dates, so once I get enough votes I'll begin a specific story arc.
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Arthur knew that he had a serious decision to make, but he also didn't really have anyone that he was in love with. Attracted? Sure, he thought Lovino was really handsome but he also knew that he and Francis could be good together; they had been before politics got in the way of romance. Arthur knew that he had prevented himself from finding romance, he had always been taught that his country came first- but he knew now that that was no way to live. He was always at his happiest when he followed his heart rather than his head, he knew it was time. Time to let himself fall in love.
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Arthur quietly ate his breakfast while Francis pottered about in the kitchen of his penthouse Paris. This time the conference was being held in France. Francis had invited him to come and stay and he accepted it, albeit reluctantly. He had been wary that Francis was going to do something but truthfully he knew that Francis only liked to tease him playfully and that he'd never actually cause emotional distress to anyone... Which was probably why Arthur had no idea that Francis was actually in love with him.
"Arthur, is the tea alright? I know how... particular you are." Francis said with a smirk, sashaying his way towards the white oak dining room table.
"It's passable." Arthur grumbled grudgingly. And it was, surprisingly- the tea was exactly how he liked it.
"Oh~ that's rather high praise from you, mon petite lapin." Francis grinned at Arthur, admiring his bedhead and blue and white pinstripe pyjamas. This domestic sort of scene always warmed Francis's heart. Arthur was definitely adorable in the morning. Well, adorable all the time actually.
"Oh do be quiet, let me enjoy my breakfast in peace" Arthur said quietly. The 'you went to so much trouble to make it for me, after all' remained unsaid but Arthur wished he could actually verbalise things every once in a while.
"I see." Francis's smirk remained on his face, he enjoyed seeing Arthur flustered.
It was worth waking up early to make him breakfast, and the time he had taken finding the right brand of tea- especially after the last incident when Arthur took a sip and almost spat it out. It was amusing to see him so indignant over something so trivial, but Francis knew that his routine was important to him. Starting the day off right with a cup of tea and a good breakfast always put Arthur in a good mood, which also benefited Francis. He and Arthur always got along well when they were alone, without the expectations of politicians or the watchful gazes of other nations. When Arthur could let down his guard and be the man Francis loved.
Not that Francis didn't love Arthur working- no, Arthur being forceful was definitely...intoxicating, but being domestic like this is what would progress their relationship rather than sex. This is what they had been missing last time; the time to be intimate without distractions. This time would be perfect.
He couldn't move too fast, that would scare Arthur off.