Sorry, I have been so busy and stuch to other things.. and wow! Nearly my birthday! Well, I had no internet on holiday, so I decided to just write and wrote this~ Please enjoy and yes, there is quite a scene~

Arthur had struggled to sleep that night. Not only was his head sore from being hit by rocks, but the fact that someone else was resting in his house, a French man too! He did wake up from being knocked out on the guy and fully changed into something other than what he was wearing previously. It just angered him to the fullest!

Arthur clutched to his duvet tightly, nuzzling softly into the soft cotton as he started to gain conscious. A small and delightful scent did tingle his senses, causing his eyes to suddenly flutter open.

Wow, Arthur was as everyone new such a horrid cook, so the smell of fresh cooking did make his mind go a little soppy and start to make his stomach roar from anger and hunger. Arthur never really ate properly as he couldn't. He didn't want to live off of fast food, but his cooking looked poisonous! He new which he would rather eat, and it was probably the greases American stuff. He did have fish and chips every Friday though.
Arthur stretched in bed, trying to the find the edge with his feet before pulling his body off. If he was any sleepier he probably would of just collapsed onto the floor.

The luxurious scent just hit him as he opened his bedroom door, wafting around his whole house as if a gas bomb was let off.
There was a tinge of roses amongst the newly realised sweet aroma. Arthur started to drag his heavy feet across the landing, soon plonking down the stairs until they shifted all the way to the kitchen.

Arthur then froze and just glared. Francis, the guy he let stay in his home was...naked?

Arthur squealed, which of course caused Francis to whip around so Arthur could now see his manly glory.

"Now what the fuck are you playing at! Why the bloody hell are you naked you stupid twat!" Arthur now went to shield his eyes with his hand, heaving grimacing at the scene.

He could just hear a bawdy laugh coming from the huge ass hole, before footsteps now closed in on Arthur.
"Ah! Bonjour mon cher! I didn't expect you to be up and was going to bring your breakfast up."
"But why the fuck are you naked!" Arthur screamed.

"I'm air drying, since I could not find any towels." Francis shrugged a little, going back to his cooking.
Arthur just pushed his upper lip out, storming out of the room like an upset child.

Francis thought it was adorable the way Arthur decided to act. He turned back to his cooking, two pancakes simmering at the same time, both of course for the Brit. Francis had already had something to eat and decided to treat Arthur to some breakfast in bed, but of course that wasn't going to happen now.

Francis was just turning off the heat, when he felt a nice cosy woollen texture hang off his hips and soft fingers brushing against his skin.
Francis sneered and looked around to see Arthur's face bright red with either anger or embarrassment Francis guessed.
"Merci~" Francis said, securely putting it around his waist before it slid down to his hips nicely supported.

"I hope you like pancakes. I do not know if you have any syrup, but if you do and would like some..." Francis smiled as Arthur's tedious face brightened up.

Food! Arthur was actually buzzing with happiness then. Yeah, Francis was going to be annoying company, but he didn't expect him to do him a good deed.

Francis plated the pancakes, Arthur going into the cupboard to grab a bear shaped bottle of golden syrup.
Arthur hurriedly sat down, before the plate was set down in front of him. Arthur only stared at the dish for a while taking in the sight and the gorgeous smell before coating it in the golden goo that oozed out of the bottle.

Francis was just sat opposite him, his chin resting on his hand as he supported it. He had a wide and flirty grin showing as he watched Arthur dive into the meal.

"I say, I don't think I have ever seen a man eat so messily, specially a gentlemen like yourself."
Arthur looked up, syrup sliding down his cheek. God knows how it got there.

Francis leaned over the table, licking his thumb before wiping it off slowly, before bringing his hand back and licking the sweet stuff off of his fingers.

"Mmmmmn~"
Arthur just gaped a little, face becoming increasingly red again. How embarrassing! A note to self, make sure to eat ad around French people.
Arthur ate up the pancakes, taking his dish over to the sink.

"Umm, so , what is it you want to do today...?" Arthur questioned, looking to Francis.
Francis shrugged a little, a warm smile showing.

"Most likely going to find the hotel I was meant to be staying in. I need to stay there till I can afford my own house after a few art comissions."
Arthur's heart suddenly sunk a little. He was leaving, and Arthur was going to be alone. He new it was going to happen, he couldn't make Francis stay with him, but the company the nice... he had to heartedly admit.

Arthur sighed a little, muttering, "I see, well, you can leave when you want." Arthur then turned on his heel and exited the kitchen.
Francis just blinked a little. Had he said something wrong? Was it impolite in England to only stay at ones house for a night? No, he hadn't heard of that before. It was a little impolite to say he was leaving for his normal lodgings, but he was so he didn't have to reason to conceal it.
Arthur returned to his bedroom, pulling his clothes off quickly.

"How could he just leave! I would think my house is far better than some stupid English hotel..." Arthur continued to mutter angrily, completely naked and not hearing footsteps closing in on his room.

Francis was coming up to ask if he could wash up also, and maybe see if something was wrong with the Brit.

Arthur was by the door to his bedroom, holding some boxers as he started cursing angrily, leaving a small pile in front of his bedroom door.
"Ah Arthur..." Francis started to say as he flung the door open. Arthur screeched in surprise, trying to hide his cock of course.

"What the fuck!" he shouted, causing the poor French to stumble forward a little at the sudden ear splitting sound, tripping right over the oddly placed pile of clothes, falling on top of the Brit and back onto the bed. He towel had been yanked from him as it snagged on the door.
Arthur just stared up, eye twitching ash is face started to boil up.

Their naked body's touched, Francis pressed up against the Brit's. Their crotches were of course squashed together, and instant arousal popping up from the Brit.

Francis could feel this, and of course the normal reaction to such a thing is your own arousal starting to grow.

"Oh my..." Francis felt embarrassed now, of course pulling himself off of the dazed Brit, taking his leave and of course unsnagging his towel.
Arthur lay on the bed, panting and hard. What the fuck was all he could think. Death of embarrassment must be true since it really was now killing him on the inside, a mockery of the scene repeating itself over and over in the poor Brit's head.

Tears then swelled up at the corner of his eyes, rolling onto his side before letting a hand slide down to his cock. He could feel in was hard, but why by such a thing! He started to rub his thumb over the tip, tear filled sobs and mewls escaping from the Brit's lips as he started to jerk himself off. He couldn't just neglect it, but he felt so stupid doing that.

Francis merely fled from the room, back to his own before shutting it swiftly. He then pressed himself back against the door, huffing and rubbing his temples. That moment was so, intimate was all he could think. His own cock had decided to grow and of course did not deserve to be left, but he did leave it, neglecting the thoughts of being on top of Arthur...

He lightly blushed, going over to his suitcase to pull out some clean clothes. This was something Francis wasn't used to, and specially with a man.
Francis was practically a women's man. Women just drew into him as if he was a lamp drawing in moths.

He had have so many times where he brought them home and pleased them for a while for a one night stand, never any longer. He doubted he would ever do anything with one women more than once. He wouldn't allow it, as attachments were to so good with Francis.

He quickly pulled on clean boxers, taking out some black jeans and a simple white button up shirt that he of coursed dressed himself up in swiftly. After that, he did just sit for a while. He could hear faint moans which of course he noticed when they first started. They were not alien so Francis just accepted it and dare not venture out right now. They were also filled with loud sobs.

He doubted that he could spend another night here as Arthur probably wouldn't allow that. It was drawing into late morning, and Francis was ready to take his leave. Arthur probably was still up in his room crying so Francis thought it was better to leave him. He quickly wrote out a note and left it on his bedroom door before carrying his luggage downstairs and leaving the house. He was soon in a taxi he had called and was on his way.

Arthur hadn't heard the door open or close, or could he hear anything. He felt numb, sore and everything just ached for some reason.
He was flushed and sobbing still, tear stained cheeks adorned him and sweat lightly trickled down from his forehead. His sheets were slightly sticky and certainly needed cleaning. This was horrid! What was Arthur meant to think about this! It was all just a rage of confusion racing across his mind.

"You stupid prick..." Arthur muttered, not about Francis but about himself. He should really say sorry or something. He must of well frightened Francis at the very least. No doubt things would be awkward, but that could get better. Arthur pushed his bottom lip out, getting up and slipping on some boxers before exiting his bedroom.

The place was quiet, and the adoring smell had soon wafted away. It was a pain, but he was sure he could talk Francis maybe into making them dinner before he left. Arthur made a sour look. Why would he even miss a frog!

Arthur halted, his heart fluttering softly against his chest. No! No way! Why the hell would any feelings even be created between a Frenchie he had come across the previous day! Maybe it was just a passing thought, since they did see each other naked and such and... Arthur shuddered, grimacing. It wasn't going to be the most splendid thing to remember, but right then it didn't seem so bad. He didn't like it! He would reject any of the feelings he felt right then! He hadn't felt them before, a small churning in his stomach as if he longed for something strongly.

Arthur got to the door, his head tilting to one side as he found a note with small and very neat handwriting on it. It looked so pretty, like calligraphy.

He quickly scanned over it, of course starting to chew his bottom lip.

"He left..." Arthur croaked, feeling a pain hammering down on his chest. He tried holding back the tears that jewelled the corner of his eyes, but now they continuously left there and ran down his cheeks. As if this was the last remaining thing left of Francis existence, he clutched the letter to his chest and cried.

It really did hurt, and he did have feelings for this man. It was crazy to ever think such a thing within less that 24 hours or even meeting the guy!
"Fuck you, you stupid b-bastard..." He managed to mutter, turning away from the door. He didn't even say goodbye! That fucker!

Arthur peered to the door, a very saddened frown appearing before turning away and going back into his room. He just flopped back onto his dirty sheets, ignoring the cum that smeared on his leg a he then curled up and sobbed, the note sticking to the skin on his chest right over his pain filled heart. He probably may never of told Francis about any feelings building up if he was here, as he didn't work like that. He was too closed up and stubborn to let himself.

Arthur finally decided to just let his small sobs drive him to a tiredness that overwhelmed him and sent him off into a deep but shallow sleep.

Sorry... but there needs to be something to make the story carry on! I can't have them draped over eachother 24/7, even though that's what it is like in my dreans~