Chapter 2

Warnings: NA

Rating: M


I do not own Hetalia!

Arthur POV

Arthur could say he liked his job. He enjoyed photography, enjoyed seeing the world rather than staying in a stuffy old office building writing the articles that would go with his amazing pictures. Arthur remembered the first time he had picked up a camera, there was a natural connection with it...something about taking photos that would last forever...even if his life didnt.

Arthur didnt like taking photos of people though...he hated it. He hated talking with people, he would prefer to be around animals or nature rather than a large city, but a job was a job and there would be plenty of time to curl up with C.S. Lewis or a Sherlock Holmes book.

Arthur did not really expect to be the photographer of a model for a week, especially a very handsome one. He sighed and put down The Hounds of Baskersville and looked at his ringing phone. It was too early for this, he thought.

"Hello?" He asked with a slightly bored tone in his voice. He heard a small laugh on the other side.

"Oh Bonjour! I was just calling about our breakfast date." Francis told him and Arthur groaned. How could I have forgotten! He nearly hit his forehead with his hand. "Well, would you like to meet me at the small cafe just down the street from the Paris Beau hotel in an hour?"

Arthur frowned. That was the hotel he was staying at. "Sure...I will meet you in an hour. Goodbye." Arthur hung up and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked horrible, his hair was more messier than usual, if that was possible, and he looked tired. He sighed and got up to take a quick shower.

Francis POV

Francis sat back in his chair and lit a cigarette. He took a deep breath and then let out the smoke as it curled from his mouth into the cold air of his apartment. He had opened the window the night before and he didnt remember the weatherman saying that it would storm...too bad his floor by the window was soaking wet.

Francis slipped on some clothes and put out his smoke before grabbing his coat and heading to the cafe. He didnt need to fix himself up, he knew he looked fine from the stares that severel men and women were looking at him.

Francis had always been the center of attraction for everyone...even his family. Francis closed his eyes and shivered thinking about his family. Especially his father...Francis sat down at a table and ordered some coffee and chocolate bread.

He noticed the Englishman coming towards him and his smile returned to his face. "Bonjour!" Francis smiled and waved at the startled Englishman as he came towards him and sat at the table swinging his camera case on the chair. "I ordered coffee and chocolate bread."

Arthur nodded. "Uhm...I would prefer tea..." He told the waiter who just nodded and went to get it instead of another coffee.

"Oh yes, you English and your tea fetishes." Francis laughed.

Arthur smirked. "Thats an interesting way to put it. Im not sure you understand the correct usage of English." Arthur nodded at the waiter who brought back his tea and gawked at the Frenchman. Francis simply flipped his hair out from his face and leaned forward smirking at Arthur.

"Now then after breakfast, I could take you on a special tour of Paris." Francis winked and Arthur blushed. "We could walk around, I would like some photos of me in this one park I know...we would have to stop by my apartment so I could change though." Francis explained and Arthur nodded too interested in the man before him.

Francis sighed. This Englishman was turning out to be just like everyone else. Sometimes Francis wished he been born ugly, he hated the looks of people staring at him up and down. He felt horrible, used...although he did have a reputation of sleeping around.

Arthur nodded and was able to peel his gaze from the mans handsome face, much to Francis relief. "Well we should get going." He said finishing his meal a few minutes later. Francis nodded and paid the waiter who watched sadly as the two men left.

"You didnt have to pay." Arthur protested, but Francis ignored this. "Hey!" Arthur grabbed Francis's arm and the man gulped and pulled away. "Hey...sorry..." Arthur said quickly.

Francis nodded. "Non...its okay." He smiled and led Arthur to his apartment. He was going to enjoy this.

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