A/N:Alright chappie 2! Sorry for the long wait but my computer broke down so it's really hard for me to update x.x but I will do my best to keep these fics coming! So as an apology, here's a somewhat lengthy, fluffy FrUK chapter :D plz enjoy!

Chapter 2

The morning came around and the room was silent. The sun's rays were brightly beaming through the blinds. Arthur awoke within his bed with a killer headache and terrible body pain. He sat up holding his head, trying to soothe the throbbing pain coming from within. "Damn...hangovers. What the hell did I do last night?"

Arthur tried to remember what went on the night before he woke up in such pain, but his hangover was piercing through his mind making it very difficult for him.

Let's see. I went downstairs to the basement...I tried my summoning...nothing worked...He went deeper within his thoughts to try and gain back his memory. I found my old book...and then...His eyes opened a little more as it all came back to him. Of course, I summoned that demon. Sebastian I believe. We talked for a while in the kitchen, drank a little, and then...

"And then what?" He started to think aloud. The only thing he remembered was that erotic dream he had about Francis. He blushed deeply at the remembrance of his dream, then continued to try and figure out how exactly he got into his bed.

I might have possibly passed out if I did have a few too many drinks, but would he really go through all that trouble and bring me back to my room? Arthur started to get up out of his bed when he noticed that he was in his sleep wear. Bloody hell...Did he change me too? All of this just didn't seem to make sense to the Brit. Instead of just sitting around wondering in confusion, Arthur got out of his bed and started to make his way to his kitchen.

As he arrived, he took in the sight before him that left him even more puzzled than before. The kitchen table seemed normal. No bottles or glass wear from last night. He made his way toward his cabinet of alcohol and peered inside. All of his beer, wine, rum, and surprisingly his tequila, were all there. It looked as though he didn't even drink anything. As he counted his bottles to really make sure he wasn't losing it, he noticed that one of his bottles of vodka was half empty. He let his head drop and sighed. "Damn Russian liquor..."

Every time he had a drink of that alcohol, it always left him strange and unusual dreams. So apparently I had a little too much vodka last night and it gave me a dream about me summoning a demon. He slowly closed the cabinet door and started walking out of the kitchen. But why do I have this feeling that it wasn't a dream?Not being able to shake this feeling out of him, Arthur started to walk down the hallway and towards the door that led to his basement.

"If last night wasn't a dream and actually happened, then all of my books should still be scattered from the blast of the summoning; since I never bothered to pick them up." Arthur started to think out loud to himself again as he made his way down his staircase. When he reached the bottom, he saw that everything was in order. His books were all placed in the shelves neatly like he had them before. Even the pentagram he would draw on the floor wasn't there.

"So it was nothing but a dream, huh?" He asked himself, disbelief by the whole thing. He then turned back up the staircase and decided to go take some painkillers. At least that explained my little fantasy. He chuckled slightly to himself as he remembered about his love. And at least my dream did give me some great ideas about demons.

He finally made his way back to the kitchen once more and started rummaging through one of his high cabinets in search for his pain killers.

While rummaging through his cabinets, he heard a familiar beeping noise coming from the counter. He looked over and noticed that his cell phone was going off from a text message. Arthur shifted his gaze back to the cabinet, grabbed the bottle of medicine, and went to his phone. He set the bottle back down and opened up his inbox on his phone.

"It's from Francis." Seeing the Frenchman's name appear on the small screen let a warm fire settle in the Brit's heart and butterflies dance around in his stomach. God...I feel like such a girl. He smiled softly to himself and leaned against the counter reading the message.

'Bonjour mon ami! Just a lil reminder tht I'll be coming by around 12:30 so we can go hang out. U didnt forget did u? ;)'

Arthur cursed underneath his breath. "Damn it!" He completely forgot that he was supposed to go with Francis today. He looked at his clock on his cell phone. 12:23 PM. "Crap! He's gonna be here soon and I'm not even dressed!" Arthur quickly took out a pain killer and took it with some tap water. He put the bottle of medicine away, grabbed his cell, and ran back up the stairs to his bedroom.

Being in such a hurry, the Brit grabbed clothes that were closest near him; which happened to be some plain jeans, a black tank top, and an emerald green dress shirt. He threw his clothing on quickly, not even bothering to button up his over shirt, and dashed over to the bathroom.

He started to furiously brush his teeth, trying to rid any alcohol that may have been left from his late night drinking. He then rinsed off and dried his face. He checked himself over in the mirror and teased around his hair a little. Once finished, he went back down stairs and to the living room to wait for his friend-lover.

Arthur plopped himself down on the couch and checked the time on his phone; it read 12:31. He barely made it. Letting out a small sigh, Arthur closed his eyes and rested his head back on the sofa, letting the painkillers take control.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang. Arthur got up from the couch and looked out the peephole in the door. It was definitely Francis. Seeing him brought back the British man's dream once again and a slightly noticeable tone of pink on his cheeks. He tried to shake it off, but once again no use. He decided to ignore it and hoped Francis didn't notice.

Arthur unlocked the door and was then embraced by the Frenchman. This really wasn't going to help his slightly noticeable blush at all...

"Arthur~! It's been so long since we've seen each other! How've you been mon ami?" Francis had pulled back from his hug and Arthur was trying so hard not to stutter when he answered. "I-I've been well, and you?"

"Same here, just been overwhelmed with work that's all. So are you ready to go?" "Yeah. Let me just lock up first." Arthur quickly turned and locked his front door. The two of them made their way down the driveway and to Francis' car. Within a few minutes they were on their way to a little Italian restaurant deep within town where they always used to eat together before they were caught up in work.

When they got there, they sat in their usual spot; outside dining next to the cement fountain. They ordered their drinks and sat in a very uncomfortable silence. Francis decided to break the awkward atmosphere.

"So Arthur, you seem really quiet today. Are you alright?" Arthur looked back up from the silverware he was staring at on the table and looked into his friend's blue eyes. "I-I'm fine. Really." It was hard for him. It had been so long since they had hung out and spoken to each other directly face to face. Arthur felt as though he was talking to a beautiful stranger, his stomach coiling with knots. They have been separated so long and his love had grown so much that Arthur, for the first time in years he's known Francis, was feeling nervous around him.

"Well, alright then. I was a little worried. You're always so talkative whenever we're together." The Frenchman said with a small laugh. "Oh, sorry. It's just that I didn't sleep too well last night. That's all." Right after Arthur finished, the waiter came with their drinks and then left after they placed their orders for food. Then Arthur continued on. "It's just being under pressure from trying to create a new novel. I'm running out of ideas."

Arthur took a sip of his drink when Francis replied. "Oh. So...you're still writing those demon books, huh?" The Brit looked back at his friend with a hint of regret in his eyes. He knew how much Francis hated the idea of Arthur and his unusual interest for the dark play and it hurt him that he couldn't just drop the novel line. His books had become so popular that it was the only thing bringing in money. He just wanted his love to understand how hard it was for him.

"Yeah, but it's getting harder for me to come up with new material for them." He averted the look of Francis' eyes and awaited the moment for him to scold him again about writing such foul books. Instead, Francis gave a small sigh. "I know how you feel mon ami. I've been under the same pressure with my boss back at that restaurant. He always wants me to come in early and keep me late. It gets exhausting after a while."

Arthur was relieved that his friend's response wasn't like the last one because it ended up with both of them feeling rage towards each other and no communication for over two weeks. With that awkward conversation finally over, their food came rather quickly and they both continued catching up on life.

An hour went by and with their meals finished and paid off, the duo continued on with the rest of their day off together. They decided to go to mall when Francis said he had to pick up a gift for a friend.

Once they parked, they went into the cool and crowded building and started making their way to the west side of the mall. As they were walking, Francis decided that it would be best for Arthur not to come along to the store he was planning on going to. So as a distraction, he came up with an idea.

Francis turned to his smaller companion once they were passing by a StarBucks booth. "Hey, Arthur?" The British man looked over to his friend. "Yes?" Francis pulled out a twenty from his wallet as he spoke. "Do you think you could get me something from StarBucks real quick while I get the gift?"

"Sure. What did you want?" "Get me a caramel frappuccino with extra caramel please. And get something for you too." The Frenchman smiled at him and handed over the money to his friend. "Alright. So where are you going to be at?" Francis waved off the Brit's question. "Don't worry about it. I should be back before you get the drinks." "Okay." Arthur nodded and went off to go stand in line while Francis made his way over to the little jewelry store.

As Francis went looking through all of the exquisite rings, he came to one that had such a unique design to it. It was a silver promise ring that had a carving of a rose with garnet encrusted within the petals. The sides of the ring had a black markings of rose stem designs. The Frenchman was really intrigued by this ring and knew that it was the one. He made his purchase and quickly made his way back to Arthur once he saw him retrieving their cooling drinks. I really hope they don't reject me...

~xXx~

It was already 3:24 pm when Francis and Arthur were driving back to the Brit's home. On their way back Arthur couldn't help but ask, "So...what did you buy?" Francis really hoped that he wouldn't ask, but he should have figured that he would since he never told his friend what he was getting and for who he was getting it for.

"Well..." The Frenchman started until he saw Arthur open the little white bag that contained the little black velvet box. Arthur's heart was racing a bit, knowing what the little box could possibly hold. He opened it up slowly and saw the garnet rose promise ring. "F-Francis..." the smaller man was lost for words as he was engulfed by the ring's sinister beauty that reminded him of something familiar...

"I-It's beautiful." The British man took the silver ring out of the box and felt the smooth sides of the ring. He ran his fingers over the grooves of the etched in stems on the sides. Francis smiled at his friend's fascination. "It is isn't it?" Arthur nodded in agreement and slowly slipped the ring on his engagement finger. He studied the piece of jewelry on his hand and blushed at the mere thought of Francis giving it to him as an engagement ring.

Francis was trying to keep most of his focus onto the road as he spoke. "I thought so. It's a promise ring." Arthur looked back at him, heart racing with fear and anxiousness, wondering who it was that his crush could have gotten this for. Deep down he hoped it was for him, but he could never be too sure. Then he nervously asked the question he knew he would regret. "F-for who?"

Francis looked back at his friend. "It's for a special someone who I have been in love with for quite some time now." Arthur felt the inside of his body go numb and empty. He was pretty sure of what the next answer would be, but he asked anyway. "And who's this special someone?" Francis really didn't want to answer his friend like this. Seeing the desperate look in his eyes and hearing the fear linger in his voice, it wouldn't be easy, but he had to tell him.

"My close friend, Alice." Arthur felt the lump in his throat grow and his heart being pierced with a knife. He was devastated that he was in love with someone else, but what also hurt was the fact that he had some else closer to the Frenchman than him. He felt as though he had been rejected. Thrown aside. Forgotten.

"Oh..." That was all that Arthur could reply at the moment, for if he spoke anymore the tears would come and drown him in his misery. And he really didn't want to look so weak and pathetic in front of his love. Regaining all the strength that he could, Arthur pulled the ring off his finger and put it back in its box within the bag.

The rest of the ride was engulfed by total silence as they approached Arthur's home. Once Francis parked his car, Arthur immediately rushed out and went inside, leaving the front door open. "Arthur?" Francis called after him. He hadn't expected his friend to run off like that. On instinct he grabbed the little white bag that held the ring, locked up his car, and went in after Arthur.

When he came in, he heard the sound of a water faucet going off in Arthur's kitchen. He made his way over to the sound and saw his friend bent over the sink, trying to holding back the sounds of...sobs? He's crying? Francis thought to himself. He walked closer to the smaller blond and slowly put a hand on his back. "Arthur?"

The Brit turned his face towards his friend and Francis saw that he was indeed crying. His eyes gave all the proof. "What's wrong?" He needed to be sure that he was right about Arthur. "Y-you" the smaller man stuttered, "How could you...-hic- not see that...all this -hic- time..." The more Arthur spoke, the more Francis' heart was racing. "See what, mon amour?"

"See that I lo-...Wait a minute...did you just call me...?" Francis' gave him a warm smile and his eyes gave off such love and regret. "Oui, I did...mon amour." With that, Francis embraced the smaller man and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Arthur had no idea what was happening. He was in complete shock at what was going on, but was enjoying it none the less. He closed his eyes and felt the Frenchman pull back a bit.

"I'm sorry I made you cry Arthur. I just wanted to make sure that you really did have these feelings for me before I made a move. After seeing you break down...I knew within my heart that you really did care." The British man looked back at him, relieved at what he was hearing.

"You know you could have just asked me out." The taller blonde gave an amused chuckle. "Well...I would have, but I was scared to. I didn't know how you felt. Sure I saw some signs from you, but I wanted to know for sure by going through this whole little scenario." This brought questioning to Arthur when he heard this. "Wait. Then all of that was just a lie? There's no actual Alice that you know?" Francis just shook his head and replied. "No there's not. But I do recall the feminism name for 'Arthur'' is 'Alice' non? So, in a way, I do know one."

Arthur's face brightened a rosy pink at the fact that Francis just called him the girl. He ignored Francis' amused face at his reaction. "Does that mean that the ring you bought was really for-" "You? Oui." Francis released his embrace on the other as he pulled the ring box out of the bag he still had in his hand. He took hold of Arthur's right hand and slipped the silver jewelry onto his ring finger. "Arthur, this ring represents the love that I've been having for you, and I want to keep giving you my love. With that being said...will you be with me?"

The British man was speechless. He had imagined this event many times in his mind, but never in his life had he ever thought of it actually happening to him. Fresh tears were reforming in Arthur's eyes once again, but this time of complete joy. "O-of course you bloody git!" The taller blonde smiled at the smaller man's choice of 'emotional' words and pulled him back into another deep, passionate kiss.

After what seemed like hours of kissing, the Frenchman pulled back a bit. Lips barely touching his lover's. "Je t'aime Arthur." "I love you too." For the newly couple, they thought that things couldn't get better. However, within a couple of months, they will be shown that life still has a special surprise gift waiting for them.

A/N: YAY! I finished this chapter finally x.x plz review and sorry for the crappy-sappy-ness in this chapter. Fail ending is fail! DX Ignore my grammar mistakes ;u;