Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Alfred had talked to Arthur in the bar and the man was avoiding him like the plague ever since. Alfred sighed heavily, rolled over to his stomach and bit at Francis shoulder in retribution for answering his question in such an evasive manner. "Mon Dieu Alfred. Do you wish to bruise my beautiful skin you boar." The Frenchman asked shoving a little at Alfred who snorted at him and curled closer.
"You didn't seem to mind me marking your beautiful skin twenty minutes ago." Alfred replied looking at the slight imprints from his teeth left on the others skin.
Francis chuckled and looked down at the blue eyed Nation of Freedom. "What has you looking quite so pensif mon cher?" (Thoughtful my dear?) He asked running a hand down to the small of the others back and rubbing gently. "You should not frown so hard you will get wrinkles."
"I asked Arthur about the unicorns." Alfred replied slipping his glasses back onto his face to look properly at the Frenchman.
The older male flinched and that before sighing heavily. "I thought you must have done something seeing as Arthur has hardly spoken a word to either you or I in some time."
"Can't you just tell me about it Francis?" Alfred whined batting his baby blues in hopes of making the other cave.
"Non, It is not my story to tell Alfred. I will not tell you again." Francis snapped sitting up and distancing himself from the other male surprising him.
"Fine, bastard." Alfred snapped back pushing himself to his feet to jerk on his pants. "I just want to help."
"You always just want to help Amérique." Francis replied a frown fixed firmly on his face as he too forced himself back into his clothing with harsh jerking movements.
"What the hell does that mean?" The blond snapped whipping around to face the older nation.
"It means mon petit idiot, that something's should be left alone. That you and all your Héros complexe can't fix everything! You cannot give Arthur back what he lost."
Alfred froze at that and so did Fricis though his glare didn't lighten any. "Fine then whatever." Alfred muttered grabbing his bomber jacket of the floor and leaving the room.