Chapter 2
Francis looks up from the pancake that fries in the frying pan. He can see the raindrops hit the glass of the window, slamming against the windowsill outside. He can hear the smattering and he sees rushed people that got caught by the sudden downpour and desperately tries to get their umbrellas up before they get to soaked.
"…It's raining." He stated, almost to himself.
"What did you expect?" Arthur frowns and turns page in the newspaper. "It is rain season."
"Isn't it always rain season here?" Francis smirks and moves the pancake from the frying pan to the plate where the ones who have already took their turn in the frying butter and is ready to be served lies.
Arthur's frown deepens and he opens his mouth to answer the French, but Francis is first, placing the pancakes on the table. He leans down and places his lips gently on Arthur's temple.
"Bon appétit, Arthur" he whispers as he pulls away and unties the apron from around his waist.
Arthur sighs, admitting defeat (for THIS time) with pink tinged cheeks and loads the pancakes onto his own plate. Francis sits down at the opposite side, not paying attention to the food, staring out of the window with more attention that he normally dedicates the outside. Arthur lets him be, knowing you shouldn't disturb the longhaired blond when he's thinking.
Francis notes the dark skies; even though it's late night you can't see the sky. He sighs and turns his attention back to the food. He wanted to see the stars. He hasn't seen them in weeks, the weather has been bad and now it's fucking raining. Damned British rain.
"Why is it always raining here?" he sighs softly, not really mentioning Arthur to hear, but he does anyway.
"How should I know you bloody git" he frowns stuffing his mouth with pancake "It's not like I can control the weather or something."
Francis smiles weakly. Sure that Arthur can be good company, since they got over their silly fighting and decided to try being friends, and becoming more than that, but he felt lonely, even when the Brit honored him with his company.
Arthur's expression changes to a worried one, and he gets up moving around the table. Hesitantly he reaches out his hand to touch the French's cheek. Francis catches his hand a few inches from his own and brings it down to his mouth and kisses his fingers. One at a time, slow and gentle.
Arthur blushes and slowly he pushes Francis' chair back so he can get onto his lap. He wraps his arms around Francis neck and places his forehead to Francis'.
"You know… you could talk to me about it…" he says, an embarrassed blush spreads across his face and he stubbornly stares with his forest green into Francis deep blue eyes.
Francis chuckles and gently strokes a lock of Arthur's sand blond hair away from his face. "Sorry, love…"
Arthur frowns, rolls his eyes and leans down to kiss the other male. Their lips meets in a fast, gentle kiss before Arthur pulls away and stares into Francis eyes again.
"I'm not saying you have too, but you can. I'm here, Francis. And I'm not planning to leave in quite some time."
Francis smile gratefully at his lover, leaning up for another kiss. "Thanks…"
They kiss again, this time deeper, and more passionate. And even when he tastes how good Arthur tastes, pancakes and well, Arthur, Francis can't shake of the small, nagging feeling deep inside that something is wrong.
A/N So, chapter two. I'm really glad people like it w It make me really happy~ I'm sorry that the chapters are so short, but hopefully it's only in the beginning ^^'' As you may notice, this is Francis POV. In the original document, it shifts between Francis and Matthew. So, my question is if you want one part from each of them in one chapter or devided like this? I'm fine with both, but this feels a bit short Dx Anyway, please rate and review~ Hope you liked it!