Authors Note: Hello everyone! I hope you're excited for this chapter! There is a graphic scene in here, so you've been warned. Enjoy!

The Frenchman would watch Alfred for a while before standing up to leave. Their blue eyes locked for a moment before Alfred tore his eyes away. He would frown and drink from his cup, making sure not to have any more eye contact with the other male.

"Francis…" he finally spoke, not sure why he was keeping the other there longer than he should, "I just want you to know that I'm trying to get over you."

"I know."

"But, before I do that," Alfred let out a soft sigh, "can we have one more night together? I mean, I haven't forgiven you and I never will. But for one night, can we pretend things are like they were back then?"

The long haired blond would look over at Alfred and smile softly as he spoke, "if that is what you wish."

Alfred felt himself smile and he looked up at the other male, the smile turning into a serious look, "I don't want to kiss or anything. Just a nice date is all."

"Fair enough."

With this little agreement, Alfred felt himself closer to getting over the other male. As long as he could have proper closure, he would be fine. Wouldn't he? He thought so.

Francis sat back down and smiled over at the other. "So what do you have planned for our one day date?"

"I thought we could finish up here and then maybe you could show me around like you did the first time you brought me here."

"That sounds lovely," the Frenchman would say with a smile.

Alfred would huff some, "I hope you don't think that this changes anything. I just need closure."

"I know. I know."

Alfred would sip from his drink and watch the other male closely before he finally stood up, ready to go view the place just like old times. Francis stood up as well and continued to smile. He knew this was his last chance to spend time with Alfred and to try and make things up to him. Alfred, on the other hand, had plans. Plans which he was keeping to himself and plans that would give him the closure he needed.

"First, we can visit the Palais de l'Isle. I'm sure you remember everything I told you about it," Francis would say as he looked over at the American blond.

Alfred was following close behind, making sure not to be remotely close to the other. He still didn't want to touch him. "Yes I remember," he snapped, "but I want you to tell me anyways."

"Well, it used to be a prison," Francis said nonchalantly, "however it started off as the Lord of Annecy's residence. It turned into a court room, then a mint, and finally became a prison. Now it's just where they keep local historic items. It's a nice museum but the exterior is beautiful. Wouldn't you agree?"

As they approached the trademark of Annecy, Alfred would smile softly. It was beautiful and it was nice to see it again, even if it was with the man who tore his heart into two. He would gaze at the building, not noticing that Francis had moved in a little closer to him.

"Of course, there's so much more to see here and you know that." Francis was next to Alfred, whom scooted away once he realized how close the other male was.

"So show me them," Alfred insisted, his lips curving into a frown. He remembered the first time Francis showed him around; the Palais de I'lsle, with its old and beautiful exterior; Lake Annecy, with its glittering water; and Église Saint-Maurice, with it's gorgeous interior. Stepping into Annecy, France was just like stepping back in time. Everything seemed ancient yet still preserved and amazing.

"Alfred, why don't we see the things we haven't seen before?"

The blond American looked over at the other blond, frowning. "We can't see new things."

"And why not?"

"Because the things we've seen before are all I want," Alfred would say, returning his gaze to the building before him.

"You can't enjoy life by repeating the same things over and over again," Francis said, letting out a sigh.

"I can!" Alfred snapped.

Francis wouldn't answer. Instead, he looked away. "This was a bad idea."

Alfred nodded in agreement. Why did he think that this would be a good idea in the first place?

"I just want to go home," Alfred said, voice sinking.

There was more silence. Francis would turn to walk away. Alfred did the same, turning the other direction. He would go back to his hotel room, gather his belongings and, before he knew it, he curled up onto the bed and began to cry. He cried like he never cried before. He was so hurt. Why? Why did Francis sleep with Arthur? Didn't he put love before himself? And why the hell had Arthur blackmailed him to try and win him over? That shit never works! The tears began to turn from sadness to anger.

Alfred would slam a few things around, lashing out on any of the objects near him. He couldn't believe that he was even here! Why did he come here?

After calming down, Alfred sunk back onto the bed. The way it felt against his skin reminded him of Francis. The silky touch against his skin just like the other male's fingers. They ran along his body, from his chest to his waist. He shivered. Just remembering the way Francis had made him feel…

Alfred closed his eyes, letting his own hand wander down, his fingers dragging gently along the way, causing goose bumps to form on his skin. Soon, his hand had found its way around the already hardened shaft, fingers wrapping around and pumping slowly at first. He let out a soft moan, hand moving a little faster now. Of course, in his mind, it wasn't himself but Francis who was making him feel like this.

Leaning against the sheets, almost sinking in between them, the blond man would continue to let his hand move faster along the rather long organ, more moans passing through his lips. He would continue until he finally released his seed all over the sheets, letting the name, "Francis" pass through his lips.

After his climax, Alfred sat up and sighed. He would begin to clean his mess, swearing to himself to never return to France. He gave himself the closure he needed. Gathering his things once more, the American blond would set off to leave. He was going to be okay, he convinced himself. He didn't have to pretend to need Francis. No. He was okay now.

Of course, he was just lying to himself.

Authors Note: So I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Tell me what you think below! If you liked it then great! If you didn't like it then sorry! Tell me why you didn't enjoy it. R&R F&F and have a nice day!