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Chapter 3: It's not spying

Okay, this has been going on long enough, Arthur thought to himself. I have to tell that frog how I feel. Oh god, why do I have to love him so? He has to know how I feel. I can't just keep on crouching behind bushes. Arthur got up and brushed the leaves and dirt off his pants, however there was still a leaf attached to his hair. I'm going home, but I have to tell him. I couldn't bear to look at him if he didn't accept my feelings. He's been saying that loves me over the years, but he loves everybody. Arthur watched as Francis moved around in his kitchen, he seemed to be making some sort of meatloaf. Why was he using spices? I never use those. Is he putting that inside the stove? And he thinks I'm the one who doesn't know how to cook? Get real. Francis removed his oven mitts and went to his couch to read.

How can I tell him in a way where I can easily avoid him immediately afterwards? I'll text him! He sat back down into the bushes, removed his phone from its former location in his back pocket, and began to text the French boy.

Arthur: Hi

[Arthur glanced through the window and saw Francis smile while he replied to his text.]

Francis: I was just thinking about you.

Arthur: Me too.

Francis: What? o.O

Arthur: Yeah, just now, and I wanted to say I love you.

Francis: Very funny Gilbert, now give Arthur his phone back.

Arthur: This isn't Gilbert.

Francis: Sorry, hi Alfred.

Arthur: This isn't bloody Alfred! It's me Arthur.

Francis: How much have you had to drink?

Arthur: I haven't been drinking!

Francis: Sure, now pass the phone to the bartender.

Arthur: Why can't you get this through your think skull frog! I'm sober!

Francis: …

[Ten minutes after Francis' text Arthur decided to reply.]

Arthur: What?

Francis: You say you love me?

Arthur: Yes.

Francis: What bet did you lose?

[Arthur was really starting to get annoyed. How come this git can declare his love to anyone at any time, but the second I show the slightest emotion it's like a game of twenty questions?]

Arthur: There was no bet!

Francis: So this was a dare?

Arthur: No, these are my feeings!

Francis: Ohh, I get it.

This is another one of those autocorrect things.

Arthur: What do you mean 'another one of those autocorrect things'?

Francis: In case you haven't noticed you've been declaring your love for me throughout the week then blaming autocorrect.

Arthur: I have not!

Francis: If you haven't already figured it out, there's a feature called screen shot. I can just send you a picture of the past conversations if you'd like.

Arthur: That's not the point! The point is I love you.

Francis: Sure you do.

Arthur: I'm serious, Je t'aime.

[Admitting my love to him in his own language should show him I'm serious.]

Francis: If I had any doubt before, now I'm sure.

[Finally.]

Francis: Give Arthur his phone back Ludwig.

Arthur: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

You'd sooner believe Ludwig, the by the book prick, would prank text you, than I might actually love you?

Francis: Yes.

Arthur: Then explain why he would.

Francis: Probably trying to get into Feliciano's pants and thought that prank texting me with Arthur's phone after Gilbert stole it would give him a better chance.

Arthur: No. Ludwig doesn't even like Feliciano that way!

Francis: Are you blind? Why else would he help Feliciano whenever he called?

Why else would he put up with his laziness?

Sleep in the same bed as him?

Why is he so nice to him?

[He's insane if he thinks they would ever be a couple. Not every relationship is love. Ever heard of friendship? Seriously, he's crazy. If this was some sort of TV show anime that fan girls obsessed about, then yeah, maybe, but since we're in the real world, let's act like it.]

Arthur: What? No! They're just really good friends.

This is getting off topic again.

Why don't you believe me?

Francis: It's a bit farfetched.

Arthur: How can I prove it to you?

Francis: You could come over ;)

[Amazing, I'm confessing my love to this bastard and all the frog can think about is sex. Why am I not surprised?]

Arthur: I'm not bloody coming over to sleep with you.

Francis: I never mentioned sex. You have such a dirty mind. I was think you could come over and you could eat the fish and chips I was preparing.

[Fish and chips are my favorite meal. I am kind of hungry. I guess then this way he will believe me. What's the harm in that? I almost got out of the bushes when I remembered he was making meatloaf. That sly son of a bitch! So this is how he does it.]

Arthur: You're a liar! I know you're making meatloaf!

[Francis scanned the room. Arthur had ducked his head just in time.]

Francis: Are you spying on me?

[It's not spying! I just happen to be in the bushes that happened to be outside your house, surveilling your every movement. Definitely not spying.]

Arthur: Is that all you do? Change the subject?

Francis: Fine, do you want to come over and have meatloaf with me?

Arthur: No.

Francis: I thought you loved me?

Arthur: I do.

Francis: I know I'd love to eat with someone I love.

The frog is using my words against me. What do I do now? I can't say no. I can't say yes either…Suddenly anger swelled inside Arthur I shouldn't have to work this hard! The damn bastard should know when I mean something by now! He's known me for a fucking long time! He's probably just doing this because he knows he can. If I didn't love this frog so much I would have given this up a while ago. If he wanted to see me, I'll let the fucking frog see me. Arthur got up and brushed himself off for the second time, again, not noticing the leaf still on his head and chucked his phone through Francis' window. A very surprised diplomat jumped up at the sound glass shattering into a million pieces and turned towards the man who just broke his window. "Just because I love you doesn't fucking mean I want to date you!" Arthur screamed before storming off. Francis was too shocked to follow him, and then as he began to gather himself the timer on the stove went off. He went to the kitchen to get his dinner. Arthur was always going to be mad at him, for whatever reason he wanted. Eating burnt meatloaf wasn't going to change that.