ffuuuu- okay second chapter~ it's short "OTL I'm sorry

Francis had done a lot of thinking, he did regret what he had done and couldn't figure out what had gotten him so mad. He made his way back to town and could see Antonio leaving Arthur's place, and like a child in trouble he started walking slower, his heart started beating faster and he was even thinking of hiding from Antonio. When Spain wasn't his laid back goofy self he was serious, honest and scary, like a totally different person. When they caught up with each other half way they stopped and stared at each other, Spain crossed his arms and asked "Well?" France froze. He hated this, it was like he was being scolded by his boss and he didn't like being treated like a child by Spain of all people. "I'm going to apologize" Francis said, "I overreacted and deserved that slap" the last part was a lie but he thought it was something that should just be said and thrown in there. Spain sighed "Is that all you thought about? Piensa con tu corazon this time" Francis looked at the floor and sighed "Maybe I was just a little, just a tad... jealous" there he said it, he hoped it was enough to please Spain, the thought of being jealous had crossed his mind but jealous over what? And he was France, he doesn't get jealous.

Spain gave a small smile, "Okay Francis now just admit you love him and we can all move on" Francis blushed and looked back up at Spain, "W-what? It isn't love it's just a weird concern! I admit I care a little but… it cant be love, we cant fall in love". Spain felt a little bad, Francis was playful with everyone, always flirting and winking at strangers, he never thought he'd see his friend like this, "Listen Francis, I've never seen you fuss like this over anyone, it might not be love yet so now's the time to decide to either distance yourself and leave or stay and take that chance" Spain hugged his friend and started walking away "I'm going to the boat, we'll leave in about twenty minutes and we won't wait for you okay?" he said with a smile and a wave of the hand. France took a deep breath, and kept on walking to Arthur's house.

France knocked on the door and heard footsteps pacing around on the other side, like whoever it was was thinking about what to do, a couple minutes later Arthur opened the door slowly and stared up at Francis, "What did you come here for? Gonna set my house on fire?" France could hear the fear in his voice. "No of course not Arthur, I just came to apologize, I'm sorry about what I did and I promise tomorrow we'll go to town and look for some more jam okay?" France gave a small smile hoping it would convince Arthur that he was genuinely sorry and then Arthur would invite him inside. "That's not it, stupid! I brought it for you! I felt bad that I left without telling you so I wanted to bring something back that we could both enjoy together since we both like sweets and well… you had to go and ruin it! I hate you!" Arthur slammed the door and locked every lock on it. Francis was on the other side, he rested his head against the door, it was like a knife through his heart, he could already see it now, sitting under a tree with Arthur eating jam with cookies or bread, that sounded nice but he had ruined it and he hated himself for it.

'Maybe this is what Spain was talking about, it's the perfect moment to either stay and fix things or leave and let things be' but it was a very hard decision to make since he didn't want Arthur to really hate him, they always fought and said hurtful things but those were empty and carried no weight, this was an actual fight and it seemed like Arthur truly hated Francis right now. The sun was setting and it was getting late, he knew the boat would be leaving soon but he decided not go, he was going to stay here and fix things, or least try to get Arthur to understand what he was feeling.

Arthur was in his room drawing, he was really bored and didn't feel like going outside since France was probably there waiting for him, maybe he'd go to bed earlier today. Arthur was finishing up his picture when he heard weird noises from the front of his house, sounded like rustling, then knocking and then finally a loud bang and shattering noises, someone was breaking into his house! Arthur sprung up and tip toed his way towards the front of the house, he grabbed a knife from the kitchen and looked around the corner into the living room and walked in just on time to see France fall from the window and onto the floor. Arthur sighed a bit relieved it was Francis, "You big idiot! Look what you did! you don't just go around breaking into other people's houses!" Francis stood up and dusted himself off making sure the glass didn't hurt him. "I'm so sorry mon amour I promise I'll never do it again! Just please hear me out". France lunged himself at Arthur, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close, knowing Arthur would either put up a fight or run away.

Arthur had dropped the knife and then struggled against Francis, "Let me go!" he yelled trying to pull his hair and bite his shoulder, but it was hard to do since Francis wore frilly dresses, it was hard to break the skin biting someone when they had so many layers of clothes. France tried to calm Arthur down by rubbing his back soothingly "Arthur please, I just want to explain why I did what I did, now will you listen?" he said setting his chin on top of the smaller nation. Arthur took a deep breath and stopped struggling, his efforts of escaping were failing, did he really have a choice in the matter anymore? "Fine, but when you're done you have to leave my house!" he said still very angry. Francis was relieved, he would try to make this simple, he knew he had to explain his feelings now or never.

oh France~ what will you do next?

next chapter soon :D

pft spanglish lol

Piensa con tu corazon = think with your heart