Still kind of shocked over what had just happened, France pulled his eyes away from the door that had just slammed, to America, still standing in the middle of the dance floor. His glasses had fallen off onto the ground, and as he reached to pick them up he noticed how he quickly and discreetly wiped his eye, though he knew he would never admit to anyone that he was crying. The hurt look on his face, however, showed the emotions he was trying to hide.

He started to walk towards the door to chase after that eyebrows bastard, but Francis stopped him. "America, I know England well enough to know zat he probably needs time to cool off." It was true; when Arthur got like this it wasn't easy to get him to apologize directly. "I vill go talk to him, no?" He gave Alfred a reassuring smile.

"Sure, okay dude," Al grinned a little, bringing back his usual self. Francis left him there to follow England and find wherever he had run off to. He couldn't have gone far; Europe was an entire ocean away. He sighed to himself. Why can't those two just get along for once? They obviously have ze hots for each other. He knew this of course, being France, the country of romance.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. He grinned that famed grin of his. Maybe if their little love story doesn't work out, I can finally get England to sleep vith me. "Ohonhonhon~," he laughed to himself. You vill be mine tonight.

Spurred by this new idea, he went into a light jog and continued searching for Arthur. America's manicured lawn had colored lights strung beautifully from his roof down to the ground, creating an almost waterfall effect. There were other colored lights planted in the ground arranged to look like a giant American flag. The long, cobblestone path that led from the front door went down further and widened up into a circle with a tiered fountain displayed in the middle that had more colored lights shining through the water, making it look as though the water itself was multicolored. That is where Francis found him, sitting on the side of the fountain, looking nostalgically at the stars. He hadn't yet noticed France's presence, so he decided to stay unnoticed for now.

He could have sworn, even from this angle, he saw a tear slip silently down his cheek, and he heard him whisper something softly to the night sky.

"I'm sorry."

Thinking back, Francis couldn't remember ever hearing Arthur say those words to anyone before. He was such a stubborn guy all the time, no one could see through to this side of him. His romantic blood kicked in on over drive. Damn it. Despite how much he may want to have Arthur as his own (trust me, he really does), he knew that he had to bring these two lovers into the light. Yes, despite popular belief, he did have morals, and he needed them to know how much they cared for one another. He wouldn't rest until this was resolved.

Walking over, he went to sit next to him. Arthur was startled out of the little trance he was in. Before he could do it himself, France held his face in his hands and wiped the stray tear away with his thumb. Though he would probably slap him for this later when he was back to his senses, France pulled him closer into a loving embrace.

"H-hey, what do you think you're—"

"You should apologize to him to his face, you know," Francis looked directly into his brilliant green eyes that shown from the light of the fountain. Arthur looked away at the ground. "I can't," his expression changed to one of regret and defeat.

"And why ze hell not?" Francis turned his face to look at him.

"I…because...I'm a damned—coward," his words came out broken by hitched breaths as unstoppable tears started flowing freely down his cheeks. Francis had never seen him show such weakness before, and to him of all people. "I'm an idiot—who can't face his feelings—and hurts the ones he—loves." The last word came out softly, almost a whisper, but it had certainty behind it. "I made him cry…again. Why do I always make him cry?" Arthur said, half to himself.

This broken soul in front of him needed to be mended. He knew that job could only be fulfilled by one person: Alfred. Sighing, he brought England's face to look at him again. "He loves you, you know."

England's eyes went wide as he stared at him for a moment. "He—what?" Arthur, realizing all of a sudden he was crying in front of his sworn enemy, wiped his eyes quickly with the back of his hand. "He said that he—he loves me?" Arthur stared at France, skeptical.

"Well, not exactly said it out loud. But ze way he looks at you…something in his eyes. One could easily tell he has feelings for you." Arthur just stared back at him. "Trust me on zis, mon ami. I am ze country of romance, no?" Giving him a weird look, Arthur smacked him lightly on the jaw.

"What was zat for?" Francis looked offended, back at him. After all my efforts to help this person, and he just goes and—

"Thank you," England rose from his spot on the fountain. "W-what?" Was he hearing correctly? He could have sworn that bastard just said thank you.

"I said get away from me, frog." Well, there goes the sentiment, Francis thought, mildly annoyed. Though when he said it, he was smiling. He watched as eyebrows walked back to the house. He wondered what that strange man was going to do next.

Probably something stupid.

Yes, I know it's a little short. Oh well. Don't worry this isn't the last chapter. There's more to come, just wait! :) Originally it wasn't going to be in France's POV (I don't really like him that much), but once the idea got in my head it just seemed to get better and better. Btw, he had a little Tamaki moment there, did you notice? :D Though I surely wasn't planning for it all to be his POV, but it ended on such a good note I figured, aw screw it he needs love anyway. Also, I hadn't really intended this to be so sad, it just…happened. :( Please R&R! Tell me how I did! Until next time, see ya!