Friend or Foe

Summary: "You choose, mon cheri. Friend or foe?" Gregstophe? Inspired by t.A.T.u's song 'Friend Or Foe'.

A/N: Yeah, inspired by t.A.T.u's song of the same name. I hope you like it, even if it was just quick XD

Warnings: You know, I don't think there's actually any language.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. I don't own 'Friend or Foe'. I do own a packet of tangfastics.

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Gregory narrowed his eyes at Christophe, who was now still silently, looking away from the blonde. The English boy threw down the small wooden box he had been about to throw at the brunette. Briefly he noted that it was the one Christophe had bought him a few years ago.

"For all ze random small zings you 'ave everywhere." He had smirked. Gregory shook his head to clear the memory.

"Ees it too late?" Christophe asked quietly.

"What do we even have anymore, Christophe?" Gregory sighed. "Is there anything to attempt saving?"

"Love?" It sounded more like a question than an answer.

"I don't know the last time I meant it when I said that."

For a moment Christophe's eyes widened, showing shock and hurt, before he closed them and sighed.

"So w'at 'appened wiz us? W'at 'appens now? Friend or foe?"

"I don't know." Gregory shook his head. "I just don't know anymore."

"We used to love each ozer..."

"Used Christophe. Past tense."

"But..."

"No, I can't do this." Gregory took a step back from the French teen.

"Deed we not promise, to always try and make eet work, even eef eet was 'ard?" Christophe pressed.

"Did we not both do so hesitantly? Face it Christophe..."

"Gregory..." The brunette stepped forward and took a soft hold on the blonde's pale hand. Gregory drew it away. Christophe pressed his lips together in a thin line and looked away, stepping back again. He turned to walk out of the apartment, picking up a few fallen or thrown objects as he went. He looked at the box.

"I really loved you. I steel do, Greg. I am not... I do not want to just geeve zis up."

"I used to know where we stood Christophe." The other teenager hated how Gregory continued to use his full, formal name. "I knew for certain you were on my side, that you wouldn't ever betray me..."

"I wouldn't!"

"But now I'm not 100% sure. You're too unpredictable Christophe. I don't know what you mean, when you lie, if you do truly care for me."

"Of course I do! 'Ow can you doubt zat?" Christophe was close to shouting, but he didn't want to end up in an argument like the one that had just ended. He took a deep breath, opening the door.

"You decide, mon cheri. Friend or foe." With that, and one longing, loving look back at Gregory, Christophe walked out of the apartment, and shut the door behind him with what seemed to be a ringing finality.

The door opened itself slightly, and Gregory could hear the footsteps of the boy he loved, and did indeed still love, echoing down the hallway as he walked away.

You decide, mon cheri. Friend or foe?

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A/N:Huwaaa! t.A.T.u songs fit oddly well with Gregstophe, listening to them just inspired me. I think, if I end up doing another one, which I might, I'll have to make a Gregstophe Oneshot collection XD

This is kinda angst-y/sad. I dunno It's this, Perfect Enemy, or Not Gonna Get Us, and this was the one I typed for and finished. It's really short (just about 500 word methinks) but still. Oh, and Malchik Gay, but I'm figuring that one out still.

The one bad thing about sleeping downstairs at my Dads is I don't have a room to go to so I can type these up, so I have to wait till late and everyone's gone. Still, I can watch South Park late at night too ;)

Well, buh-bye, there's currently a marathon on. Peace et fire :P

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Thanks to The Truth's Lie and Oriental Nightmare for reviewing this chapter when it was up as a separate story!