Arthur was sitting at home, contemplating whether or not he should go through with his promise. He had promised Matt that if he told Alfred about their relationship then he would be the one to tell Francis.

'He's just a bloody frog' he said reaching for the phone, before snatching his hand back. 'Why can't I do this?' he thought reaching for the phone yet again and then giving up. He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and imagined the dreaded scene in his head.

It went something like him telling Francis, Francis getting upset and ranting on in French before picking the Englishman up by the collar and slamming him into a wall, no THROUGH A WALL. Arthur reopened his eyes and sighed. "I'll just invited him for tea and causally introduce it into whatever conversation he starts. Sounds easy enough… And less deadly on my part."

After a long awkward conversation on the phone and some expected pick up lines and flirts (from Francis), not to mention the 3 hours of mental prep (while Francis was on his way), Arthur and Francis were talking (Francis doing most of the talking) and sitting in his fairly impressive living area.

"And not to mention the art and overall class… not to brag, since I know you don't have such things in London, mon cher" Francis said finishing a story about a new art museum being built in Paris. "Oh, where are my manners, how have you been? Anything new, probably not, but I thought I'd ask since you invited me 'ere."

"Good good" Arthur said fighting back a clever remark. "Things have changed a bit but, besides one thing everything's the same, I guess."

"What is that…?" Arthur's face became slightly flushed, noticing this Francis pressed on "Ohhonhonhon, a lover? Who is it?" The brit went to open his mouth but nothing came out. "Come on Artie…" Francis said with a devious look on his features "No need to be shy, especially around your big brother! Tell me 'ave you 'ad l'amour yet."

'Great two birds with one stone' Arthur thought gearing himself up to confess. What sounded confident in his head actually came out as a ghosted "yes."

"OHHONHONHON You must tell your big brother who the terribly unfortunate girl is!" Francis exclaimed jumping to his feet. A ravenous grin spreading across his face. "You simply must tell moi!" Arthur sighed as he thought to himself 'you won't be smiling after I tell you'. Francis stood up and moved to the sofa that Arthur was currently sitting on and sat flush to his side putting an arm around his shoulder.

"M-matthew" Arthur said as he bought his gaze up to Francis's.

Francis paused what almost seemed like a minute before saying "what… who did you just say. 'ow did this 'appen?" Francis said his voice and face taking on a sudden resemblance to a certain Russian.

"Well you see Francis, there was… T-tea and maple syrup, and k-kissing and other things and…. Why are you looking at me like that…" The Englishman barely shuddered out before Francis jumped him.

~~Outside the house~~

Matt was grabbing the coat of his twin trying to persuade him to reconsider 'destroying England'.

"Al! Stop please. Come on Al!" Matt pulled and pulled but Alfred kept on him forward march. Before grabbing the door knob and opening the door.

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