the Englishman slowed to a stop still very red and went into the nearest bathroom. "God out of all the people I could have talked to about that why did I talk to Francis?!" He sighed and ran his long fingers through his blonde hair. "Now he'll never talk to me again." Tears started streaking down his face and the Brit cursed at him self.
Alfred was still in the meeting room. But he knew something was up when Francis came back in alive with not even a scratch. He left the room and headed towards the bathroom. He started there because, well he heard sobbing come from in there. Alfred stopped when he saw Arthur crying, the last time he had seen him cry was during that war. But Alfred tried to forget that day, it hurt him more than he thought anyone would understand. He went over to the weeping Brit and wrapped his longing arms around him, just like Arthur use to do for him when he was young. Alfred nuzzled his nose into Arthur's neck, but Alfred wasn't crying was he? He is the industructable America! The World's Hero! And now he was crying for a friend... whom he couldn't help but love.
Francis could care less about Arthur. Or could he... He has also loved this man for some time now, but couldn't tell him because Arthur confided in him about his love life. At first Francis was so happy, Arthur actually wanted to talk to him, all he said was 'Can I talk to you about something personal? Something that I can't help but love... no matter what happens...'. How could Francis have been so naive? Once Arthur told him his feelings for the obnoxious American he had wanted to break them apart. Arthur was his, so he did this not knowing how Alfred really felt about Arthur. "Well, I think the meeting is over! Just remember, I'm beautiful and if you ever need any company..." he said aloud. He wished Arthur had been in here to take him up on his offer.
Arthur was shocked. He wanted to move but at the same time he didn't. He loved the feeling of Alfred there comforting him like how he used to do for the American. Most of all he loved Alfred, but was surprised that he came looking for him. He blushed. "A-Alfred? W-what are you d-doing?"
Alfred was still snug up to Arthur. "Comforting you... like you did for me when I needed you." he stopped, and pulled his head away from the Brit's neck, still holding him in his arms. "Um... so... what Francis said back there... I-is it true?" he wanted to know if Arthur shared feelings or if Francis was being an ass as usual.
After everyone had left Francis decided to go check on Arthur, after all he did it to him. The least he could do is go and make sure he is fine. When he arrived at the bathroom he wasn't prepared to see what he saw.
The older nation sighed and blushed a deeper Shade of red. "Yes I'm afraid so... I should have told you earlier but the reason I was so upset when you wanted independence was because I would have lost you being close to me. I didn't care about losing a colony in the new world. I only cared about loosening you,and well i cared because.... I loved you. And I still do. I love you Alfred F. Jones even though I pretend that I don't.... I understand if you don't feel the same way about me but I think it's about time that you knew."
Alfred couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even after the hell he had put Arthur through, he loved him! Alfred was so happy, no amount of Mcdonald's could amount to this! Before thinking he kissed Arthur on the lips, a quick kiss. "Arthur... I- I love you too. I just thought that you would like me more if I were bigger and stronger, my own person. I had no intentions of hurting you! I just knew you wouldn't love me if you were always having to care for me and watch my back". Alfred was smiling that grin he normally wears, just this time it wasn't obnoxious, it was just plain adorable!
Francis just about died. Here is his secret love, sharing his love with another. Then he saw the kiss. It tore him apart. 'Fine. If Arthur doesn't want me, I know millions of other people who would love to get with this!' Francis thought trying to cheer himself up. This bothered the hell out of him, how could he talk to Arthur about this?
(Lol I'm glad! I have a fan fix of the two so I used Arthur's p.o.v from that! XD here's a link m.fanfiction.net/s/8673722/1/Never-told-you) Arthur smiled and hugged the American. "But it was fun taking care of you! That is how I Fell in love with you. That and the fact that you were an adorable child!" He looked towards the door and saw Francis there. He smiled at the French man, not knowing his feelings. "I have to thank you Francis! If I weren't for you then I would have never told him!"
"Yeah thanks Frenchie! Me and Arthur now know the truth!" Alfred said not realizing the grammar mistakes, his idea of 'Americanizing' things. He was over joyed, "Oh and Arthur, you really were a fantastic adult figure, and that's how I grew to love you. You cared for me and wanted nothing but the best for me even when I didn't accept your help." Alfred was radiating joy by this moment, he couldn't hold in his obnoxious-self. "Though of course... How could you not like me? I'm the hero!" he said laughing.
(leave it to America to ruin the moment -_-)(oh and I will definitely check that story out!)
Francis stood there speechless. He helped his love confess to someone else. Typical. "Oui, glad I could help..." he trailed off trying to hold in the tears. He left hoping that they wouldn't notice his eyes slowly filling with pain and rejection in the form of tears.
(Lol thanks! And ikr! But it's true he IS the hero! XD) Arthur blushed a deeper shade of red and wiggled out of the strong American's arms. Then he walked over to the 'Frenchie' and held out his hand as if for a handshake. He might have liked the Frenchman at one point but that time was long gone plus he never showed interest in Arthur, he always had someone in his bed so the poor Brit just moved on. He smiled softly to Francis, all hatred he had previously held for the man was long gone.
Francis tried to hide his blush as he shook Arthur's hand. He couldn't just let him go, so Francis pulled him in for a hug. One that he had wanted for awhile now, one that everytime he is with someone else he only can think of Arthur. Before Francis realized it, he had also kissed Arthur. But he couldn't stop, as if all of his feelings were now coming out. He just continued to kiss Arthur, not aware how Arthur was reacting.
[/color] the British man gasped and tried to pull away but Francis had him strong hug and he couldn't move. 'Damn! I finally move on with my life and become happy and finally confessed to the one I love and now this!' He wanted to run he did but he couldn't, he just stood there struggling. Lost in his thoughts he started tearing up. He had wished to be claimed by France for along Time but he finally realized that it was impossible. "Damn it! S-stop!"[/color]