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The Scent of a Rose	By : larien04 Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Arthur sputtered “D...don’t be ridiculous frog; we all know it’s impossible for you to actually love any one person at a time. What time is it? Oh look at the time; I have to be leaving now.” It would be just like Francis to try and manipulate his feelings like this; not that he actually had any feelings.

“Ah, Arthur, how can you be so brave in a time of war but so cowardly when it comes to love? “

Arthur’s heart pounded in his chest, he hadn’t expected this at all; sure Francis would make passes at him and he was being frighteningly serious at the moment but there was no chance that he was serious about loving him. He may have feelings for the lecherous Frenchman, but he was sure that the man acted this way around everyone he met; getting people to fall in love with him was just part of the man’s game.

Moving so that he was sitting next to Arthur, Francis’ heart was twisting painfully. Arthur’s silence frightened Francis more than if he had outright rejected him; he was used to Arthur’s outbursts, it would have been easy to brush that off, but this silent Arthur made him nervous.

“S'il vous plaît, pour l'amour de Dieu, dire quelque chose” he whispered, taking Arthurs clenched fist and smoothing it out so he could take his hand into his.

Arthur took a breath and looked Francis in the face, preparing to tell him that he was insane and to direct him to where exactly he could go, but the pools of crystal blue stopped him in his tracks. Arthur knew that he was losing this battle quickly; he expected to see laughter in the man’s eyes, he expected to see mocking in the man’s eyes, he never expected to see the truth.

“Francis…” Arthur trailed off “…I’m…” he struggled to find the words he wanted but his head and his heart were fighting furiously each other; an infamous battle between logic and love. “I’m not right for you at all, I have routines I like to follow, you know, and I’m…” Arthur was annoyed to no end, since when was he; the embodiment of an Englishman, at a loss for words. Why the hell was it so hard to tell Francis to sod off?

“You’re right, you are a little too high maintenance for me, here I was spending all this energy trying to get you back when I should be celebrating my freedom” Francis’ eyes gleamed, taking pleasure in teasing Arthur.

“High maintenance?! Forgive me for being organized and liking things to be in order!” Arthur exploded, pulling his hand away from Francis and sitting up a little straighter, turning to face away from the irritable man, almost to add emphasis to his statement.

“Il fut un temps où vous avez utilisé pour moi dire que tu m'as aimé” Francis whispered, feeling like this conversation was going nowhere.

“I have a difficult time believing that” Arthur retorted “Are you trying to suggest that we were…together?”

“Je ne suggère pas n'importe quoi, I’m telling you the truth. The year that you lost was the happiest time of my life. Arthur, you may have forgotten but I know your heart did not forget me; doesn’t your heart skip a beat when I touch you? Haven’t you been lonely these past few years?”

Arthur thought back to earlier in the morning, it didn’t seem so out of place to wake up in Francis’ arms, it felt nice, it felt amazing actually, and he had been unusually lonely as of late but that didn’t prove anything about the time he lost; just because he felt happy at waking up with somebody didn’t mean that they were supposed to be together or anything else ridiculous. “Look, frog, you’re giving me a headache, if I had known you were going to go all sentimental on me I would have left sooner, my being lonely, which I’m not, doesn’t have the slightest thing to do with my memory being gone. The only reason you’re doing this is so that later you can laugh at me and tell me how silly I was for believing you. If you think I would believe you just because you bat your eyes and put on that depressing show of yours then you’re wrong. I simply won’t believe another word out of your mouth until you show me some bloody proof, and for the last time, Francis, at least put some pants on!”

Arthurs words stung “Croyez-vous vraiment je me couchais sur quelque chose comme ça? Do you really think I’m playing a game with you, Arthur?”

“Aren’t you?” the stubborn man replied

“Que pensez-vous?” Francis replied softly, moving closer to Arthur so that now Arthur was essentially trapped between the headboard and Francis.

“I..don’t have any damn idea what you’re up to” Arthur retorted quickly, turning, finally, to look at Francis.

Francis took his window of opportunity and pressed his lips lightly to Arthur’s; Arthur wanted proof and the only proof that Francis had with him at the moment was himself and he was going to prove to Arthur that he loved him before the man left come hell or high water.

Arthur’s resolve melted away almost instantaneously and his eyes slowly closed, letting himself be kissed but not kissing back quite yet.

Francis smiled into the kiss, knowing that time doesn’t change anything; he could always get Arthur to shut up this way. The suave Frenchman moved his hand up Arthurs chest and around to the back of his head, gently pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Conceding defeat, for now at least, Arthur returned the kiss with passion.

A/N: :)

Translations:

S'il vous plaît, pour l'amour de Dieu, dire quelque chose-Please, for the love of God, say something.

Il fut un temps où vous avez utilisé pour moi dire que tu m'as aimé-There was a time when you used to tell me you loved me.

Je ne suggère pas n'importe quoi-I’m not suggesting anything

Croyez-vous vraiment je me couchais sur quelque chose comme ça?-Do you really believe I would lie over something like this?

Que pensez-vous?-What do you think?
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