AN: Sorry this is so late! I lost inspiration for a lot of my stories, and I just never got round to uploading this. I had planned to write loads over the summer, but I lost track of time and now there's only two weeks(ish) left and yeah. Sorry. All the same, I hope you enjoy this and reviews are always welcome!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
That morning had been… Different. It left Francis suspicious all day. Arthur had barely spoken to him, refusing to give him a goodbye kiss, even refusing a hug. He left for 'work', driving in the opposite direction than usual. Of course, Arthur didn't knowFrancis had noticed all of this; the Frenchman was rather good at secretly noticing things. Something was up, and he was going to find out.
So, when he was leaving the local café with Antonio and Gilbert, and he happened to notice Arthur hurriedly walking back to his car, he stopped, watching. Was that…? No. It couldn't be! That bundle of blankets in his arms, could not be, was not a baby. No. Francis Bonnefoy did not get cheated on!
He dragged his friends to the side of the building, watching with his eyes narrowed, a frown on his face as he watched Arthur drive away. It was then that the trio made their plan to keep a close eye on Arthur, for the rest of the day. Francis would get answers at dinner.
For the next few hours, they all played their part. Since Antonio worked in a restaurant opposite to the library Arthur worked in, he would keep a close eye on the doors, watching for the Englishman to leave. Gilbert would try and get some gossip from Felix, his neighbour who seemed to know everything, hoping to find something. Francis did what any boyfriend worried about cheating would do; he went through the house. He went through emails, Facebook, Arthur's post, anything he could. Nothing.
This was going to be harder than he thought. Around 4pm, he gave Gilbert a call, redirecting their plans. A direct confrontation would be better. He told Gilbert to leave it, getting Antonio to do the same too. If there were no leads, Arthur must have planned this out well. Sometimes, just suspicion was enough to catch someone out.
When Arthur arrived home, Francis was coming back from Antonio's. He went there after the Spaniard finished work, wanting some comfort and courage for what he was about to do. After all, this could finish their entire relationship.
Arthur was crouched in the kitchen, placing the bundle down on the floor in front of a saucer of milk when Francis slammed the front door shut behind him. Arthur and the bundle jumped, the Englishman's head whipping around to glare at him.
"Be bloody careful, will you! I've got a-"
"I know what you've got, you ass!" Francis screamed, angry at the instant he saw the other trying to be assertive. How dare he, after what he had done! The Frenchman stormed over, his arms folded. "You went and got some bitch pregnant, didn't you?!"
Arthur blinked in confusion, his face blank. After a moment or two he chuckled, shaking his head. "Firstly Francis, you and I both know that I'm gay. Why on Earth would I get a woman pregnant?" He patted his boyfriend's leg, watching as the anger faded from his handsome face, replaced by slight shock and confusion- and was that embarrassment?
"Secondly, you should let me finish. This is what I've got." He gently pulled back the blankets off the bundle, revealing a grey tabby cat, who was happily drinking the milk. His face softened into a smile, patting the cat's head. "He's hurt, and I always wanted a cat. It was my manager at work who gave me him. Okay?" He looked back up, fighting laughter and the pure bewilderment.
"What…?"
Arthur sighed. "My manager's cat got hurt and she couldn't look after him any more. So, she gave him from me. Weren't you saying you wanted something to look after?" He grinned, fully knowing Francis meant adopting a child. Oh well. A cat would do for now.
Arthur scooped up the cat, cradling his small body as he stood. "His name's William. Look, his foot is hurt." He pointed at the cat's paw, which had a bandage round it. "It got cut and he can't walk very well, and… Well, we can afford the vet's bills, can't we?" Although Arthur may not have an amazing job, Francis earned enough for both of them; the only reason Arthur worked was in case anything happened.
"Yes, we can." Francis stepped to Arthur's side, sliding an arm around his waist. "I'm sorry for shouting at you." He pressed a light kiss to his forehead, fingers scratching behind the cat's ear. "It seemed like you were cheating on me… Why were you acting so weird this morning?"
"Oh… Well… I thought you'd be mad if I came home without a cat without discussing it, but I didn't know how to bring it up. I just… I really love cats. Would… I know you want a child, but what's wrong with a cat…?" He trailed off, rambling. Francis gave a light laugh, kissing his cheek.
"Nothing is. We can wait for a child, for until we both want one. It seems you do have a heart after all~" He grinned, tilting Arthur's face up to capture his lips in a tender kiss. "I love you, my little cat lover."
Arthur smiled, looking away as a blush dusted his cheeks. "I… I love you too. Now, no doubt you told your friends I was cheating. Don't you think you should go and clear my name?"
Francis groaned, hugging Arthur briefly before leaving the room. He really should learn not to overreact to things. A cat was definitely better than someone else's baby.