Another update~ Sorry it's taking too long! But I've had this fic on wattpad for awhile so I'm trying to get both on the same page but it's a bit difficult because there's a lot going on with school work and shit -.-
Nevertheless here it is~
Promise: 2P!FrUK Fanfiction Written by: Meh
Summary: Everyone makes promises but only a select few will really do anything and everything to keep it. But the question is, how far will that person go?
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Chapter 2 - Bitter Truth
The rainy day had transformed into an undeniably beautiful, sunny day filled with birds happily chirping and bright blooming flowers. Murder was unthinkable on day such as this. Even cold-blooded psychopaths would be merciful to their prey on such an exquisite beautiful day.
"Francois! Please slow down!" Oliver panted as he struggled to keep up with the Frenchman. However his request would be ignored, for Francois's mind was far too busy being occupied by a thousand thoughts.
How the hell did he know we would be there?! Has he been watching this whole time and has just been waiting for the perfect moment to catch us?!
"Fran- Ommpfh!" Oliver cried out as he slipped on the wet concrete sidewalk.
Francois snapped out from his thoughts.
"Fuck, Oliver! Are you alright?!" He asked as he helped the Brit stand.
"Ah y-yes don't worry!" He said standing slightly off balance; red shinning through the ripped up pants. "D-Don't worry dear...!"
Francois eyed the scrap carefully.
"Your knee." He simply said then kneeled down to inspect it.
"Ah please d-don't worry...!"
The Frenchman let out a sigh. "I'll clean once we get home but we have to hurry. Or else- ugh Let's go...!" He took the Brit's hand. "Try to walk as fast as you can."
Oliver stared at their intertwined hands as a bright pink color covered his freckled cheeks. "Ah...yes..." was all he murmured, still captivated by the harsh cold hands that lovingly grasped his own.
"Come on! Before they catch up!" Francois whispered as sirens echoed harmlessly in the distance; the flash of blue-red lights was the last of Francois's worries.
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"Francois..." Oliver quietly whispered as he limped with his wrapped up knee towards the doorway. "W-Where are you going?"
Francois turned to meet a pair of worried eyes.
"I thought I told you to lie down..." He said as he walked over. "You need to rest. It's been a long day and you need it." Francois said rather hesitantly before carefully brushing aside the Brit's hair.
Oliver slowly shook his head.
"No. I can't rest unless you stay here with me..."
Francois let out a loud sigh. "Oliver. I need to go. This is important." He said with a sense of urgency but the Brit refused to accept it. "I'll be back soon-"
"No! Y-Your safety is i-important too...!" Oliver desperately cried out as he tightly clutched the Frenchman's shirt. "Don't go! Please! What if they come back?! Don't go! Stay here with me! I can't let them get close to you again! I-" Oliver gripped the shirt as he clung onto Francois.
"Enough." Francois said in a low voice. He grabbed Oliver's hands and tried to pry them off. "Oliver. I need to go-"
"Don't go! Please don't go! I'll die if you leave me again! Please Francois I lov-"
"Stop it!" Francois yelled causing the poor Oliver to flinch. He began to quiver as he felt the Frenchman's stare on him; he shamefully looked down, avoiding that fierce glare that was being casted his way. His hands slowly let go of their grasp on the Frenchman's shirt.
"Oliver. Don't say it." Francois murmured. "We both know you shouldn't say it."
Love is quite a complicated thing. One will never know when they'll become love-struck or who their soul mate will be. Its one of life's biggest wonders and pain. Love can be quite painful when its not acknowledged or returned. But sometimes love can be even more far painful once its accepted.
Francois knows this most of all.
Oliver looked up, his eyes were overflowing with tears. It was such pain filled eyes that pierced Francois's heart. He looked away.
"...I'll be back."
They both stayed still until finally, the Frenchman grudgingly moved away. He stopped at the doorway and then spoke soft voice, almost as if he'd speak louder he would have shattered precious glass. But perhaps he was afraid of harming something far more precious.
"I'll be back before dinner. Don't leave the apartment. And..." He sighed hesitantly. "Please take care."
As the door shut, Oliver fell to his knees and began to weep and shake uncontrollably.
"Francois! Please don't leave! Don't-!" The Brit helpless cried out, fully knowing that his pleads would be completely useless. His heart began to ache and the familiar feeling of pain filled his being. He clutched his chest and laid his head on the cold floor.
I failed. I failed again. I can't protect him! Why can't he let me protect him?! Why can't I just-
Oliver felt like he was drowning in agony once more. He felt as if he could no longer breathe and was being choked by his own pain. He let out a loud cry out of frustration.
"God why can't I do this right?!" He slammed his fist repeatedly on the floor, yelling incoherent angry sentences at the floor that made no sense whatsoever. "I just want to have the bloody happy ending for once! Why?! Why?! Why can't I do this just for once in this life?!"
The sobbing continued until suddenly the crying stopped and was replaced by an unsettling silence.
Oliver lifted his head from the ground; hot tears were still rushing down his freckled cheeks.
I want to have my happy ending but this life won't let me have that. Oliver frowned.
"Life is quite rotten!" He complained out aloud as he tighten his fists. "I don't like this rotten life! I want my happiness back! I want to beat life's game and show life how pathetic is against my will and wrath!" The Brit wiped his tears away furiously with his arm.
"I won't lose to this stupid game anymore! I-" He stopped in mid sentence as if he had gotten the greatest revelation of his life. He stared into the open space of the living room, focusing on the specs of dust that floated around in the light of the window. Suddenly everything in the universe became clear to Oliver. His lips twisted into a gentle smile. "Ah...that's right! How could I have forgotten such an important detail! Silly me! Hehe! I'm...I'm such a dolt!" Oliver began to giggle hysterically like he had been told the funniest of cruel jokes. His laugh grew more louder and maniacal as he fell onto his back.
"How could I not see it before?!" He shouted as he hit his forehead harshly. "I'm such a bloody twit! Oh isn't life quite funny! Ha ha ha!"
He grew quiet then he stood up.
"I made a promise..." He smiled nostalgically as looked at his palm. "So now I must keep that promise..."
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"Come on. Just pick up already damn it!" Francois muttered into the payphone as he quickly ran his fingers through his hair, nervously tapping the side of the box with his other his hand. He was currently using an old forgotten payphone that was hidden in the dark alley way behind his apartment complex. "God fucking damn it!"
He was pissed. He was pissed because he had known. He had known for at least a month it was coming but yet he kept acting like it wasn't and kept making up stupid excuses so he wouldn't have to leave Oliver. Yet he felt the need to blame someone else for his mistakes so he wouldn't have to blame the joy of his life.
Love often makes one do stupid and careless things.
I'm such a damn idiot! IfIhadrunoutofthatplacebeforeIwouldhavenevermetOliverandneitheroneofuswouldbe stuck in this mess! He kicked the payphone booth out of frustration as he cursed. "Fucking idiot!" Francois let out a sigh as he dialed once again. Why did fate let me meet Oliver? Why did fate let me-
He shut his eyes and tried to concentrate on the ringing of the phone instead of his stupid thoughts.
Shut up. Don't think that...Don't even try to. Focus. Just- Ugh just pick up the fucking phone you bastard! Why are you taking so damn long?! Francois complained as the phone continued to painfully ring. Why can't just let me live in peace?!
Suddenly the ringing stopped only to be relived with the sound of dead silence over the phone. Francois sucked in his breathe and tried to mimicked the same cold silence but was overwhelmed with anxiety that he let out an exasperated yell.
"Are you done playing fucking games already?! Just fucking answer already-"
There was a low, mocking chuckle.
"But you're the one who called, no? " Said the sly voice. "Shouldn't you be the one speaking? I mean why else would you call me other than to talk to me? "
Francois let out an irritated growl. "Cut that shit out Luciano. You know exactly what I called you for!"
The chuckled stopped. The line became silent once more until there the sound of faint tapping against a wood object.
"And you know exactly what I want from you."
"Ugh! I'm not going back to being you fucking pawn to order around-! I'd rather-"
"-be dead? Well that can be arranged if you'd like. Tell me. What type of flowers would you like for me to bring to your funeral?" Luciano's voice flowed with over exaggerated sarcasm and venom.
Francois scoffed and scrunched his eyebrows, running his hand through his locks. He was getting patient. No, in fact that was an understatement. The Frenchman was extremely becoming exhausted with Luciano's little game. But that's just the type of character Luciano had; toying with people was a frequent hobby of the Italian.
"Listen you Goddamn bastard! If you don't stop with your shit and leave me alone I swear you'll regret it!"
"Oh? How so?" Luciano answered with a challenging yet mocking tone. "What are you gonna do? Are you going to kill me? Ha! Get in line you damn pansy!"
"Tch...I'm serious Luciano! Don't you dear come near me or Oliver-!"
"Oliver?" His voice was intrigued.
He felt like an idiot and mentally kicked himself. He had just handed Luciano another weapon to use in this stupid mind game. Francois gripped the phone tightly. He can't fucking know can he-
"So that's your princess's name huh? What an oddly adorable name~"
Francois's eyes went wide open. He knows. He fucking knows. How the hell does he know?! For how long has he known?! Has this damn bastard been ahead the whole time?! He felt sick to his stomach.
"Cat got your tongue? " He giggled maliciously. "Looks like I've surprised big brother once more. How completely expected of me, right? "
"Shut up! You-" Francois shut his eyes. "Don't fucking call me that! It's a lie-! You're just playing one of your fucking game again-"
"Wrong." Luciano smirked. "Unless you want for me to set up a lovely funeral...You'd best show up tomorrow at one o'clock sharp at my house and so we may have a more personal talk on the matters at hand. Oh and please bring do along your dear princess. I'd love to get to to know him."
Francois tighten his fist.
"And what if I don't do as you say?"
"In that case I'll just introduce Oliver to my close friend of mine." He chuckled darkly. "He's always had a thing for lovely dead corpses and fixes them up quite nicely. It shall be fun meeting don't you think?"
"If you even think of getting close to Oliver I swear to God Luciano you'll be-"
"Ah ah! Don't be so mean to your darling little brother! I promise not to hurt, not even a single hair, on your princess's pretty little head if you come by for a visit and agree to the small favor I shall ask of you! Sounds quite fair don't you think?"
Francois stayed silent. He wanted to say something, anything at all would have done but he had no words. Hell even a simple curse word would have done but all obscenities had been wiped away, replaced with endless anxiety. This entire time he had been blindly backed up into a dark corner where all his fears and weakness were being exposed for his enemy to gawk at. Worst of all he hadn't even realized it and because of his foolish ignorance, he had dragged Oliver down with him. He did the one thing Francois promised he'd never attempt to do: pull Oliver into his mistakes.
"You're quite talkative I see. Now I'd love to stay and chat some more but unlike you I am quite busy these days and don't have a little lover to run to for sweet comfort..." Luciano let out a false sigh. "How lucky you must be no? Addio mio carissimo fratello."
The line went dead.
Francois yelled out in frustration, he threw the phone at the box and kicked it a several times before tiring out. He leaned against the wall then slide down until he was sitting. He looked up at the dark sky. There was not a single star in the sky for the busy city light blocked it out. There was no moon that night neither.
I'm a fucking failure... Francois thought as he slammed his closed fist against the wall behind him.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered.
After an eternity he stood up and walked back towards his apartment. No one likes the truth, its bitter but with it, it brings clarity. Francois had been denying this but now he knew exactly what to do. He was going to do the best he could to protect his beloved lover.
Perhaps he isn't the perfect and romantic lover nor the Prince Charming of a lovely fairy tale but one thing is quite certain. He would do anything to protect Oliver even if it meant facing his fears.
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Hope you liked this chapter. I still feel it was too short but ehhh-
Whatever. Anyways, please review/favorite I'd really appreciate it. Also if you catch any mistakes feel free to correct me! (Especially when it involves other languages because I only know English and Spanish. Anything else I don't do- Sadly.) Thank you for reading!
-Aoi