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The Scent of a Rose	By : larien04 Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Francis had thought about what he would say the day Arthur regained his memory for almost five years now, he had thought out elaborate poetry and he had thought out a simple ‘I love you’ but not once in all that time did he think that when the time came he would remain speechless. The way Arthur was looking at him; like he had found something precious that had been previously lost, completely stole the country of loves breath away.

Without saying a word Arthur grabbed Francis by the collar and pulled him into a kiss. The kiss was passionate, much more intense than their kiss from the morning, and Francis let Arthur take the lead; allowing him to release everything that had been buried for so long.

Pulling away Arthur was suddenly angry “Why did you wait for me all this time you idiot? I wouldn’t have blamed you; you could have moved on and had a life by now.”

“Arthur, look at this house; you are my life.” Francis said nothing about the tear that threatening to fall from Arthur’s eye, kissing the man tenderly on his jawline.

“There’s no need to act so sentimental, you git, I was only curious is all.” Arthur wasn’t sure how to handle the flooding of emotions that came with the return of his memory; he had never been good with emotions and he certainly wasn’t good when they came en masse. His fight or flight response was kicking in and he couldn’t decide if he wanted to go lock himself in his room for several hours while he sorted through his thoughts or if he wanted to continue to stay wrapped in the Frenchman’s arms for the rest of eternity.

Francis saw the look of frustration and indecision and his loves face and pulled him into a standing position “Why don’t we clean up a bit? Although since it is your fault that this house is so dirty I think you should do most of the cleaning; I would love to see you in a maid outfit…”

“Do you think that just because I have my memory back I would want to parade about the house half naked so you can get a thrill.”

Despite his faux rage Arthur smiled as he got out the cleaning supplies; smiling at both Francis’ antics as well as the fact that he knew where to find the cleaning supplies, when earlier this morning the same could not have been said.

The house was large and Arthur had a hard time getting anything done because everywhere he would go to dust or polish he would conjure up some happy memory. Francis would often peak in from another room to watch Arthur pick up various items and look at them with nostalgia; it made him happy to see Arthur so content, though the Englishman would never admit to it.

Arthur took joy in cleaning the dining room because it was one of the places that he loved the most about this house. When they had been picking out furniture for the dining room they had fought over the choice of table; Arthur wanted a smaller, more intimate, table for just the two of them; it was the most practical choice. Francis argued that they needed a much larger table in case they had guests over and for the simple fact that a large table would give them more room to make love on. The British Nation had argued that there was no way in hell he would ever end up on his back in the middle of the dining room table but when the time came for Francis to prove him wrong, he didn’t put up too much of a fight and he later conceded that getting a larger table was a good idea after all.

They went through the house like this for most of the day until Francis left to get just enough groceries for dinner that night. Arthur had argued that there was no point running off to the store to buy fresh ingredients since he would be leaving in the morning and that they could just go to the café on the corner and have a quick bite.

Francis had been insistent, asking Arthur if he actually had regained his memory because if he truly had, he should have known that he was going to cook dinner for him. Arthur had conceded, rolling his eyes and went back to cleaning.

The dinner had been lovely, just like Arthur knew it was going to be, just like it was every night that Francis cooked for him.

They pair had resolved to tackle the task of cleaning the bedroom together even though they both secretly knew that very little cleaning was going to happen.

“This is my favorite room.” Arthur said quietly to himself upon entering the master bedroom with Francis.

“Why?”

“You know why” was the quiet response.

Francis pinned Arthur against the wall with a sudden kiss “Is it because of how many times I made love to you on that bed, against this wall, against the dresser, in the bathroom, in the shower, on the fl—“

“Nothing like that you pervert!” Arthur cut him off, blushing furiously “And you don’t have to make it sound like you’re doing all the work you wanker, It’s not like I just lie there and take it…” Arthur turned even redder if that was humanly possible.

“Non? If that is not what you mean then I can’t think of any other reason why you choose this as your favorite room. And just to let you know, Arthur, there is no shame in being on the bottom; you just weren’t made to be on the top.” The Frenchman’s grin was dazzlingly beautiful and it made Arthur want to punch Francis in the face.

“That’s not true you wanker, I could top if I wanted to, I am the British Empire after all…” seeing the doubtful look Francis was giving him he rolled his eyes “What I was attempting to say before was that the reason I love this room the most is because this is where we confessed our love to each other” Arthurs voice dwindled in volume as he spoke the sentence with the last part being barely audible.

Francis’ eyes lit up and he swung Arthur around affectionately “I knew there was a romantic in you somewhere! I think I have finally found it!”

Both men looked into each other’s eyes as they recalled that night; it hadn’t been planned in advance; there was no fanfare, no romantic dinner; there had only been passion. They had ended up like they always did at the end of the night; sweaty and entangled together so that they didn’t even know whose limbs were whose anymore.

Arthur always looked forward to the time they spent together after sex; it was the time that they shared their hopes for their countries and their hopes for each other. Francis cherished that time as well; it was the only time where Arthur let his guard completely down and he would tell Francis all the things he couldn’t during the day.

Arthur had been the one to say it first “I love you, you know.”

Sighing contentedly Francis kissed Arthur lightly but with intent “Je sais. Je vous aime trop, vous le savez.”

There hadn’t been a celebration and there hadn’t been any happy tears shed, they were merely saying out loud what they had felt all along; it was just a natural progression.

Coming back to reality they both had the same thought groping senselessly for each other and falling back on to the large bed, all thoughts of cleaning anything forgotten.

A shiver ran through Francis’ body; he had missed what it felt like to have this beautiful man beneath him, he had forgotten the feeling of power he got when he had Arthur like this; ready and willing.

It wasn’t that Arthur liked being dominated, it wasn’t that he could be considered submissive, it was the fact that all he did all day long, every day, and for the past few years was be in control. From the time he woke up to the time he went to bed he was giving out orders; dispersing troops and making battle strategies, trying to out maneuver Germany. So, it wasn’t that he was naturally submissive; no, that wasn’t in the man’s personality, it was that at the end of the day it felt nice to have someone hold him.

“I love you, you know” Arthur spoke, recreating past events and undressing the French Nation.

“Je sais” was the response he received while Francis tossed the mans jacket to the corner.

“You know,” Arthur managed between gasps of pleasure at feeling his lover’s hands over his bare chest “we’re out of lube.”

“Arthur, mon amour, you are silly to think I would go to the store and forget to pick up such an essential ingredient for tonight.”

Francis’ shirt and jacket found themselves on the floor and Arthur smirked that sexy little smirk Francis loved on him “So, you were just expecting me to give into you that easily? I should leave right now just to spite you.”

“Ah, but you won’t mon petit jouet de sexe; you want to feel me inside you just as badly as I do. Now, lift up so I can take these pants off you.”

Arthur did as he was instructed and soon both men were free of their clothes and the games could begin.

Hearing the lid of the lube being opened triggered an animalistic reaction in Arthur and his penis went fully erect in anticipation, something Francis didn’t let go unnoticed.

“You are eager tonight aren’t you? Don’t worry though I will make sure to be gentle with you, as always.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be gentle with me” came the sly response.

Francis’ suggestive smirk was the only warning he got before he felt the man’s fingers inside of him, stretching him; preparing him for the main event.

Leaning down to kiss the British Nation on the nape of the neck Francis shook his head in amusement and then whispered in the man’s ear “Don’t worry, Arthur, I was lying about being gentle.”

Francis took pleasure in watching the shiver run over his lover’s body, he also took pleasure in watching the man’s eyes roll into the back of his skull as he kissed his way down the muscled chest of the British Nation and took all of Arthur in his mouth when he reached his cock.

Arthur could barely form the words that came out of his mouth “Are you trying to kill me? If you—dear god—if you keep that up…”

Francis’ command was sharp “Obtenez sur vos genoux; if you want it that badly you’re going to have to work for it.”

They didn’t usually play these kind of games but Arthur was intrigued and he certainly wasn’t about to say no.

Doing as he was instructed he was surprised to feel the man’s fingers being removed from him and he whimpered at the loss of contact.

Grabbing his hair and pulling him close for a kiss; Francis smirked at the utterly bewildered look on Arthurs face. He may have looked bewildered but the fire that smoldered within the jade orbs told Francis all he needed to know to keep going.

The French Nation pushed Arthur down so that he was on all fours and raked his hands all the way down Arthur’s side and down to his backside, reaching around so that he could feel just how hard Arthur was for him.

“Merde, Arthur.” Francis resisted the urge to lose control and cum on the spot. “Êtes-vous prêt?” It was really more of a rhetorical question and both of them knew it.

“Just get going you wanker” came the British accent thick with anticipation.

“Comme vous voulez” came the smooth reply before French and English mixed together in the form of expletives at the feeling of being together once more.

It only took a matter of seconds before Arthur was moving back and forth against the man he both hated and loved more than anything in the world. Francis moved his hand over Arthurs cock, pumping and matching the pace Arthur was setting.

There were no words; they had been apart too long to ruin this final moment of passion with banter, the only sounds were those of two people making love to one another.

It had been over four years and their dance of passion didn’t last long before two names were screamed out in an otherwise silent house along with the sound of two people collapsing on top of one another.

“God I’ve missed this” Arthur finally broke the silence, reaching over to the side table for a box of tissues to clean up his mess.

After Arthur had disposed of the tissues Francis pulled the man on top of him, wrapping his arms around him tightly “Et je vous ai manqué.”

A/N: I have no idea if lube was actually around in mass market form during World War 2 but I did a tiny bit of research on the subject and all I could find out was that KY was invented in 1917 and marketed as a personal lubricant. I did a ton of research to make the war part of this story and the technological parts of it historically accurate so if I’m wrong on the lube thing please forgive me. Also, if anybody actually knows the answer about lube for sex during ww2 please let me know in a review. I’m not promising to change the story to reflect it if I’m wrong, I’m just mostly curious.

And, as always, just like I say every chapter; I apologize, again, if my fail French is fail.

Translation:

Je sais. Je vous aime trop vous le savez. - I know. I love you too, you know.

…mon petit jouet de sexe- my little sex toy.

Obtenez sur vos genoux-Get on your knees.

Êtes-vous prêt?-Are you ready?

Comme vous voulez.- As you wish.

Et je vous ai manqué. - And I’ve missed you.
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