A/N I don't know if you do, but IF you do, DON'T HATE FRANCIS Dx ('cause that's not nice ;3;) At least not for making Mattie suffer, oh you get the deal. And, becuase of that, this chapter is Francis xD Yaaaaaaay~ I actually love this chapter. It was really fun to write and I just love it x3 Still rambling~ Not that I think anyone reads this anyway xD If you're the tiniest bit like me when you read, you skip this. And immediately goes to the story. Becuase I usually do that xD On rare occasions I go back and read the Author notes later~ Okay, I'll stop now. Enjoy~! 8D

I DON'T OWN HETALIA.

Chapter 5

Francis hates coming back home after spending weeks going around to other nation houses and spending time with them. It always feels so quiet and empty in his big house outside of Paris. He could've asked Arthur to come back with him, but he had to go somewhere in business. Francis hadn't even bothered asking, since Arthur had been kind of pissed on him since the French man refused to tell him what was wrong. Francis had tried to cheer him up but all he got was snorts and glances of Arthur's back when he walked away. He didn't even get to cuddle the last days! Francis sighs and sits down in the white plush sofa. Sure it could be nice to sometimes walk into his house and be met by the sweet scent of nothing, as he was used to the smell that was his own, but he didn't like being alone. Ha had left the lately bad company of Arthur only a few hours ago and he already missed the presence of that stubborn git.

"And the awesome I have appeared!" The door slams open, causing Francis to jump high in the air and fall off the sofa, landing uncomfortably on his arm. He groans and rubs his sore elbow looking who came into his house, even if he can recognize that voice in his sleep.

"Kesesese, have you missed me?" Gilbert smirks and walks over to Francis, standing in front of him with hands on his hips and grinning like crazy. "I know you have, everybody misses my awesomeness. Hey, you got any beer? Or do you only have that prissy wine of yours? It's fine anyway, I just want booze. Kitchen is this way?"

Francis places his arm over his eyes lets out a loud groan, not caring if Gilbert hears him, actually, he wants the Prussian to hear him. All of a sudden a wet thing feeling strangely like a tongue licks his arms and he looks up to be met by two happy brown eyes.

"…Gilbert? Why is there a dog in my living room?"

"Oh! West told me to keep an eye on him when he and Feli went shopping" Gilbert came back from the kitchen with two glasses and a bottle of wine, and slumped down on the sofa. "I'm such a good dog-care-taker. Aren't I? Yes I am, 'cause I'm awesome." He patted the dog and laughed again.

"Does he know one of his precious dogs is in France?"

"I'm not planning to let him know. That means you have to keep quiet about this too" Gilbert poured the wine into the glass, holding one out for Francis and swallows the other in one gulp.

"Any special reason you're here?" He grunts when he's sitting up, taking the glass. "We saw each other two days ago."

"When you were on your way home from Arthur, yeah" After that sentence he grew uncharacteristic silent, filling another glass and sipping it. "Actually… I wanted to talk to you about something."

Francis empties his glass and moved to the sofa before he nods at Gilbert, urging him to tell him, rely on his best friend.

"Um… I-I think I'm in love…" Gilbert says after minutes of awkward silence.

Francis smirks and leans back in the cushions in the corner of his sofa, overjoyed Gilbert finally consults him about his love life. "Who is the lovely lady then?" he asks, curiosity about who is worthy the albino's "awesomeness".

"It's actually a man" Gilbert says nonchalantly making Francis choke. He coughs, he never thought Gilbert was gay, he was in love with Elizabeta a while, and even when she brutally dumped him for Roderich, and he always claimed he was straight, not like his two best friends who constantly had boyfriends or male nightstands when the woman bored them.

"I thought you were straight" Francis finally say when his coughing has calmed down, and Gilbert shrugs.

"I guess I'm not" Francis gags at him, thinking that drinking during this conversation is really stupid, and puts his glass down "Since I'm in love with a dude."

"Are you really sure about that?" Francis clears his throat, eyes teary from all the coughing.

"I was gonna ask you about that" Gilbert leans forward, arms resting on his knees, looking seriously at his best friend. "I think about him all the time, I can't sleep and when I do, I dream about him. When we're in the same room, he is the only one I notice, and when we talk it makes my heart go all funny. It hurts Francis, I want to touch him, claim him as mine and I never wanna be apart from him. Am I in love, Francis?"

Francis cleared his throat and looked around nervously, not knowing what to say. It most sounded like his best friends was in love, but he wonders what Gilbert will do when he finds out.

"Yes… yes Gilbert, you are" he says with a final sigh and downs the last from the glass. "Can I know who it is now?"

"I don't know if that's such a good…"

"Is it Arthur?"

"Worse, it's Matthew."