- Chapter 3 -

Francis didn't know what to say. Britain looked at him with a gloomy smile, "I couldn't sleep", he whispered
with a lump in his throat, "I feel so dump for not feeling familiar in this room." Francis sat down on his bed
and laid his hand on Britain's knee. "I once slept at Germany's place.", he said, "It felt nothing like home.
It was strange and so strict that even going to bed had to be on schedule. I couldn't sleep at all." He looked at
Britain and blushed, "Shall I stay here with you tonight?" Arthur nodded. Francis slipped under the blanket
and shove next to Arthur. Their legs touched. Francis took Arthur's hand and squeezed it softly. "I don't want
you to recover", he admitted after a few seconds, looking at the darkness above him.
Arthur nodded: "Me neither." They let their heads rest against each other and looked at one another.
Although the room was pitch black he still could see Arthur's emerald green eyes shine through the darkness.
The two Europeans lay there for a few minutes just looking at each other without seeing anything. Suddenly
Arthur felt a hand on his cheek. Francis stroked his cheek and came closer. "France?", he asked quickly and
Francis answered, "Yes, Britain?", "I am dreadfully sorry that my former me hates you.", Arthur whispered and
got closer to Francis face, "How could I not have noticed how nice you actually are?" Francis didn't answer but
Arthur felt that he would forgive him, "Britain?", he asked in stead. He heard the pillow making noise which
must be caused by Arthur nodding. He took a deep breath and ignored his heart pumping like crazy,
"C-can I kiss you?" he asked carefully, hoping on a yes. Arthur suddenly squeezed Francis' hand so tightly
that he could actually feel Arthur's heartbeat going faster and faster as well. More pillow noises.

In a flash Francis felt a pair of soft, warm lips pressing against his. His first, and probably only, kiss from Arthur.
This felt so special that a tear ran over Francis' cheek, reached the pillow and disappeared. He pressed his
lips harder on to Arthur's, and opened his mouth slightly. Then he felt a tong slipping into his mouth and out of
control his own tong slipped into the Brit's. More tears. Francis was so overwhelmed by the moment that he
couldn't stop crying. "Why are you crying, France?", Arthur asked when he felt his face getting wet, "Am I such
a bad kisser?" Francis laughed but another tear ran down his cheek. "I'm sorry" He sobbed, "This is just so
incredibly special for me. I have longed for this moment for a very long time, Britain." Francis snivelled and put
on a smile, which Arthur couldn't see but he knew it was there.

"Actually", Francis said later, "I have been in love with you ever since we first met. We were only children.
" He sat up and took Arthur's hand. "But as a little boy I didn't want to admit it to myself so I was acting mean to
you to hopefully forget about that feeling." Arthur couldn't believe his ears. The man he had met only a few hours
ago had loved him for years? This all sounded very implausible to him and he delved so deeply in his mind to
find a connection to Francis' words that his head aced once more. Francis continued: "But when I started to get
older I actually accepted this part of mine... I tried being nice from that point on but it didn't work. You already
hated me… and I could understand." Another large tear rolled down Francis' cheek and Arthur wiped it away with
his sleeve. "That was the time I started sexually harassing you", he sobbed, "I did that so you wouldn't notice
that I actually like you, because you would've avoided me completely as soon as you'd have found out." Arthur looked
at Francis for a long minute and said: "So that's the reason why this moment is so important to you." Francis nodded,
"This was my chance to be finally nice to you from…", he stopped for a spot second, "…the beginning." Francis' voice
was nearly completely gone. Yet again the Brit had taken his breath away and he couldn't think of anything else
than kissing him again, but he didn't. Arthur had risen from the bed as well, "I'm glad you took your chance but
sooner or later I will get better. And if I don't remember this night…", he squeezed Francis' hands tightly and looked
at the four hands clutching on the bed, "Can you make sure everything turns out fine between us?" Francis nodded
quickly and Arthur looked up to him and smiled. They kissed. 'Everything will be alright, mon chèr', Francis thought.

The two Europeans talked for about twenty minutes and finally got to topic 'America'. Arthur asked him what Alfred
was like, before he had lost his memory. According to Francis, Alfred was a hyperactive kid that was pretty self-centred,
overestimated himself very often and ate fast food every possible moment. Arthur laughed and wondered; 'how could
I not like such a happy and funny person?' Although he had just met him, so he thought, he began to really like Alfred.
He had been very caring today and he was very unselfish to take care of him when he couldn't move. "But I he can
really be different. The way he took care of you today made me realize that he isn't that bad after all." Francis said,
"I talked to him when you were sleeping. He can be serious… He can be calm… He can even be pretty cute." Francis
slightly blushed but Arthur didn't take note of it. He wanted to say something but at that moment the door swung
open and Alfred stumbled into the room. He had pressed his ear against the door to hear what they were talking about
but he pressed to hard and basically opened the door with his head. He got up from the floor and searched for the
supporting wall to rest against it. "America!" Arthur called out happily, "We were just talking about you!"

"I know!", he said while pointing at the two... or were they four? He waved his finger from one to the other because
he couldn't figure out which two of the four Europeans he saw, were the real ones. He waddled towards the bed and
sat on its corner. He grinned and blinked very slowly. "I looked after you pretty good…like a boss!" he giggled stretching
the word 'pretty' out to make his point. Francis and Arthur looked at each other and started giggling as well. "How much
did you drink, America?", Francis asked and looked at Alfred's face that was red from the alcohol. He shrugged, "I don't
know... A few I guess?" he said without listening to his own words. "A few what? Glasses? Bottles? Barrels?" Francis
laughed out loud. Arthur didn't really get it but was also laughing loudly. Alfred rubbed his forehead, "Yeah, something
like that", he mumbled and let himself fall on the bed. His head lay between Francis' and Arthur's legs. He closed his
eyes and said; "So... I can be pretty cute, huh?" he asked with his eyes still closed. He could hear the two Europeans
mumble something he didn't understand and suddenly he felt two pairs of warm lips pressing against his cheeks, one
on the left and one on the right cheek. "Enough said?" he heard Arthur giggle and Francis pointed out: "Look! He gets
even redder!" They all laughed and made themselves comfortable on the bed.

The three friends cuddled on the bed and talked for a long time. They talked about all sorts of things. Francis talked
about his favourite food and they thought about funny names they could name it. The French and the American told Arthur
about all the other countries and what they were like. The three went complete crazy with all the topics and a few
hours later they didn't know what to talk about anymore so they just stared at the ceiling silently but not uncomfortable.

"I'm bored" Alfred said when he had enough of the silence. "What do you want to do then?" Arthur asked and Francis
answered "Let's take a shower together!" Silence. Francis crawled out of the bed, "I'm going to take a shower!" he said,
"If you want to join me…" and by nodding in their direction he added silently 'you know where you can find me.' He laughed
his French laugh and walked out of the room leaving the door open.

- End of chapter 3 -

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USxUK moment coming up! (non-porn but intense)