A/N YAAAAAAY! Long chapter is long! Hopefully it makes up for being a bit... late? ^^; Oh well, I like this chapter. It was pretty fun writing it~ And yeah, I made a time skip. I'll write it in the beginning of the chapter too, but I want to explain it. Since I thought it's be kinda boring to read about my awkward tries to make Francis side interesting, and the over-fluffy-lovey-dovey-relationship of Mattie and Gilbert... So I made a time skip to the (possible) beginning of Franada 8D Yaay~ This made no sense. Anyway, enjoy chapter 9~! Please review and make me happy~! (^o^)
I DON'T OWN HETALIA.
Chapter 9
Francis yawn as he walks into the half filled meeting room. It has been three hard months, after that night when he cried himself to sleep during the worst hangover ever in Arthur's arms, Arthur let go of his "Two weeks and then you tell me"-deal when he saw the state Francis was in. Slowly, Francis went back to normal, as normal as he was before he started acting strange, in Arthur's opinion. Arthur was more than happy to notice that Francis felt better, and their relationship became more intense and passionate. Francis mood was better than ever, even though he still had he confused feelings in his heart. He hadn't seen Matthew in years, and he thought his feelings for the boy had vanished by now. He was in a happy relationship and he was satisfied with it. What more could he ask for?
"Good morning, my dear friend!" he called out when he saw Antonio sit at the table, happily chatting with a frowning Lovino. "How are you?"
"Francis!" the Spaniard lights up and jumps of his chair to embrace his friend. "I'm great! What about you? It's been a long time."
"Too long my friend" Francis answers and lightly kisses Antonio's cheeks. "I'm fine; everything gets more wonderful when love is involved!"
"Oh yeah, you're still together with Arthur? I'm impressed, Francis, that you'd be able to have a long lived relationship!" Antonio laughs, it's still hard to believe Francis, his womanizer to close friend, has had a long relationship with Arthur of all people. There are a lot in the meeting room that can't believe it, a grumpy American that has yet to come not to be forgotten.
"Yes, when we got over our differences we realized how much we suited together" Francis smiles and his gaze get's dreaming. "And he's great in bed."
Lovino made himself noticed by snorting irritated at the happy-go-lucky conversation held between two thirds of the bad touch trio. "Too much information, you bastard. I bet no one cares about how damn "good" you or your fucking boyfriend is in bed."
"That's because most in here already know" Francis winks at the red faced Italian, who looks just about ready to throw a chair at him.
"Don't upset him, Francis!" Antonio whines and runs over to Lovino to hug him. "Don't care about him, Lovi. Even though he's telling the truth… ahahahaha."
Lovino struggles to get out of Antonio's embrace hissing cuss words, but the darker male is stronger and finally Lovino has no other choice than to give up. Francis smiles at them, and looks around the room to find someone else to amuse himself with. Oh, if Lovino is here that means…
"France-niisan!" Feliciano came at him, waving as usual. "It has been so long, ve~!"
"Too long, Feli. You should come visit more often" Francis laughs and hugs Feliciano, swinging him in the air like a child. "If you're in Germany all the time, it's not too long from France."
"But you're always with England…" Feliciano pouts a bit when Francis puts him down. "So I stay with Luddy! He's so nice to me, ve~!" and so he turned to hug Ludwig's arm and nuzzle his shoulder, causing the blond to blush furiously, and Francis to chuckle.
He liked the meetings, there was no easier way to gather all the nations and have fun, even thought they were supposed to discuss important things. Discussing fashion with Poland is an important thing! And talking about football and stuff too, their bosses could talk about the boring stuff like economy and politics. They'd make the countries go with their flow anyway.
Germany suddenly cleared his throat and made Francis look up at him, pulled out of his thinking.
"My bruder asked me to tell you he's attending the meeting today" he says in that serious tone he always has, a flush still on his cheeks though.
Francis frowns and crosses his arms over his chest in disbelief. "Really? Why did he ask you to tell me, when he's not supposed to be here, and when he actually appear he does so without warning?"
"He said I had to tell you, so you could be prepared. He didn't say for what, only that you'd understand."
Oh, Francis understands. He quickly takes a look around the room, no, Matthew isn't there yet. Which probably means-?
The doors slams open, and reveals an albino, widely grinning and having his arm around a smaller, strawberry blond man, who's hugging a polar bear tight against his chest.
Gilbert and Matthew have appeared.
The whole meeting room freezes, and everyone stares at the couple in the doorway. Matthew's face turns bright red and he tries to hide in Kumajirou's fur. Gilbert only laughs his trademark laugh, and pulls the Canadian closer.
"Don't be ashamed, Birdie" Gilbert whisper in Matthew's ear. "I want to show the world I love you."
While Matthew blushes, Gilbert looks around the room and spot Francis. He waves at the French, who sees no other choice but to walk over to his overexcited friend. Francis swallows a sigh, puts on the brightest of smiles he can manage and walk over to the couple.
"Bonjour Gilbert, Mathieu. You look lovely together" he greets and answers Gilbert's high five.
"I know! We look awesome together!" Gilbert nuzzles the top of Matthew's head, and Francis can feel a sting of pain in his heart. Strangely like a father leaving away his daughter in marriage… Wait, what?
Matthew looks away, blushing like crazy, and Francis is about to say something so he can go away and cry manly, dramatic tears as Arthur walks in, yawning. His green eyes immediately see Francis and he frowns.
"Why didn't you wake me, bloody git?" he asks and walks to stand on his side. Francis regains his happy smile and leans over to kiss Arthur on his forehead.
"You looked so peaceful, and after the effort you put into the three rounds last night, I thought you deserved it" he answers honestly, laughing softly. Arthur's cheeks warm up and his frown loosens.
"Y-you didn't have to say that! You stupid bastard…" He looks away in fury, but that doesn't lasts for too long, when he notices Gilbert and Matthew who stares at him in amuse and horror. "Oh, yes. I heard of your… relationship. Congratulations."
"Th-thanks…" Matthew smiles at his former caretakers, and lowers the bear a bit so his face is visible. "I guess that fit's to tell you too…"
"Don't be mean Birdie" Gilbert grins at his boyfriend, and pulls him closer yet. "It's not Francis fault "all the women wants him"."
"Don't forget men-" Francis corrects him, but is cut off by a sharp elbow on his ribs. He feels his breath leave him and he gasps to regain it.
"Forgive him, he still has a hangover" Arthur smiles evilly, and continues to nudge Francis arm.
"I have not!" the French protests, before he's silenced by Arthur's death glare. A look telling him he won't get any tonight if he doesn't shut up. That look never fails to shut him up.
"Oh, don't try to hide, Frenchie! We all know about your drinking habits!" Gilbert bursts out laughing, and even Matthew laughs softly this time. "Look, even Birdie agrees with my awesome truths!"
"You know he only laughs to be polite, right?" Francis snorts.
"He has a point though" the smaller man smiles and Gilbert grins and pulls him up to kiss him.
Once again, Francis feels the sting in his heart and he feels like crying. He feels careful fingers find his own, and he looks down to see Arthur's slender fingers intertwine with his own. He looks up again and looks at the flushed face of Arthur, motioning him with his eyes to kiss him. He smirks as he leans forward to kiss his boyfriend, but this time not even the kisses from the Brit can make the pain go away.
Once again the door slams open and this time America stands grinning in the doorway.
"OKAY, THE HERO HAS ARRIVED; TIME TO GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"
"MEETING!"
"Yeah, yeah what eves" Alfred laughs his loud, obnoxious laugh causes half the room to get a headache, and the other half to sigh deeply and retreat to their places. "Let's get started already! I want to get this over with so I can go to that new McDonalds!"
The whole meeting room let out a synchronized sigh, but they slowly separate from whomever they talked too to get to their places.
Francis doesn't want to separate from Arthur, but has no choice when their chairs are in each end of the room. Good thing has to be that he's placed besides Mathieu, and Gilbert is pushed out from the meeting room by Ludwig during loud protests. Maybe he can get friendly with him again, so they at least can talk like normal persons? Maybe then his scarred heart will feel a bit better…
Now he only needs to wait for an opportunity, which comes pretty quickly as Prussia storm in and tries to talk his way past his brother, who just sighs and once again shoves him out, locking the door.
"He really loves you, huh" Francis says with a smirk, watching as Matthew's blush grows across his cheeks. "It's quite romantic that he tried to go past his brother for you."
"I guess…. He's really nice to me" Matthew smiles and plays with the polar bear in his lap's fur.
"Anyone can see that he loves you" Francis smiles back and sit up straighter in the chair. "You're a nice couple."
Matthew turns to Francis and stare at him for a minute, Francis raises an eyebrow in question before Matthew finally answers.
"…Thank you. We're happy together" Matthew smiles and turns back, looking at America who shouts nonsense over the room, as if he tried to pick fights with them. "I really like him, and he likes me just as much."
Francis simply smile, trying to hold back so many feeling that sentence has stirred up inside him. Quickly he changes the subject to avoid anymore strange reactions.
He didn't know something with love could be so… hurtful.