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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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Stepping into the shower as quietly as possible behind Arthur Francis ran his hands up his lovers’ side earning a very unmanly squeal of terror from the British Nation. “You git! You nearly made me die of a heart attack; is that what you want?!” Arthur practically screamed at the man, heart still pounding rapidly in his chest.

Francis wrapped his arms around the man “Is this what they call a war hero over in Britain?”

“Do they even have war heroes in France” Arthur countered, annoyed at being snuck up on.

“Of course they do; you happen to be in the shower with one as we speak. Are you not impressed?” In one quick movement Francis pinned Arthur against the wall face first so that the Brit could feel the man’s erection against his backside.

Arthur’s anger subsided at the feel of the man behind him and he let out a low moan of pleasure “Don’t think you can seduce me into anything frog.” Arthur spoke the words but even still he assumed the position and let the man enter him.

“This is…this is what I love about showering with you, cher; no need for lube” the Frenchman managed between gasps of pleasure. The two countries moved together in a rhythm that was borne of frustration, anger, guilt and passion; which, by the way, made for fantastic sex. Francis wanted to show Arthur how much he was going to be missed and Arthur silently hoped that Francis understood why he had to leave without him. In one swift motion, keeping himself still inside his love, Francis turned the British Island so that they were face to face, using the wall to help counter balance Arthurs weight.

Crushing his lips to Francis’ Arthur tried to make Francis understand how much he loved him; passion was all they had at the moment and they were going to use it to their advantage. “I love you” “Je t’aime” they both spoke at the same time, their body’s in sync with each other’s.

Forcing them into a slower pace, Francis resolved to make the moment last as long as possible. “Je promets…ah… que je coutume de faire quelque chose…mon dieu... pour vousmettre dans l'embarras” the Frenchman managed to get out between gasps of pleasure.

“That’s...not it...yo-don’t stop-you idiot” came the British reply “I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you” the British man hitched a leg around his lover for emphasis “How could you even…dear god...how could you think such things?”

“C'est ce que il semble que” came the reply; a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Reaching their peaks, both men fell into a state of pleasure that left them unable to form coherent thoughts or words, collapsing against each other Arthur supported Francis’ weight.

They stayed pressed together like that, silent, until long after the water had gone cold, forcing them to rinse off quickly and get out into the warmth of their large embroidered towels.

Arthur was the one to break the silence, wrapping the towel around his waist and moving to stand in front of Francis “I’m not embarrassed to be with you or around you; I need you to understand that fact before I leave. I can’t be over in London worrying the whole time that you feel that way.”

“Je suis désolé que je suis comme une distraction terrible pour vous” came the hurt reply and Francis moved past Arthur to sit on the bed, pushing back his hair in frustration.

It was at that moment that Arthur realized that he had done something wrong. The two never fought like this; it was true that they did bicker constantly but those fights weren’t ever real, those fights were just excuses for makeup sex. Arthur had actually hurt Francis this time and he felt terrible for it but there was nothing he could do, things just had to be this way for now.

The pair dressed in an uncomfortable silence that was unusual for the household, both lost in their own musings. Francis wondered how everything could go so wrong so quickly and Arthur wondering why Francis couldn’t understand his unspoken words; they both wondered, though, if they were going to part on such terrible terms.

Knowing that Arthur only got more stubborn when he was upset Francis knew he would have to make the first move if they were going to part on good terms. “Let’s not leave this way, mon amour” Francis spoke, breaking the silence and pulling Arthur into an affectionate hug. “If we have to be parted, let’s remember our last moments together as happy ones.”

Arthur let out a sigh of relief at his lovers gesture of peace and returned the hug with force glad, for once, that he hadn’t chosen someone as equally as stubborn to spend his life with.

The pair left the house shortly after and though the two had made up the tension in the taxi seemed to grow thicker the closer they came to the train station, so much so that by the time they actually arrived both men felt physically sick.

“You still have time to change your mind” Francis attempted a joke but his tone had no mirth to it.

“It won’t be that much longer; I can feel it.” Seeing that his words did nothing to alleviate his lovers pain and worry he knew he had to think of something to say to see a smile on the man’s face. “Why don’t we make a pact; the day that victory is declared you and I will meet in this very spot at 8pm sharp no matter what happens.”

Francis smirked, taking the open opportunity “And what if I have found somebody else to hold my interest by then?” They both knew that there was no possibility of that happening but it was still fun to tease Arthur nonetheless.

Arthur looked indignant; how dare Francis shoot him down when he was attempting to be romantic. “If you find somebody else who is willing to put up with you then I wish the both of you a lifetime of happiness” he countered sarcastically.

Taking that as a challenge Francis threw his devastatingly beautiful smile towards the female attendant who was taking the boarding passes. The woman blushed a beautiful shade of red and Arthur felt the very ungentlemanly urge to rip the woman’s head off.

“It looks like I won’t have any trouble finding a replacement for you” the Frenchman grinned triumphantly, enjoying every second of this; this was much better than the depressing start the day had gotten off to.

Arthur grabbed the man by his collar and pulled him into a possessive kiss, clearly marking his territory. “Something tells me she won’t want you now” Arthur countered.

“Ah, but when you are gone she won’t have any competition.”

Crossing his arms in an annoyed huff the British Nation pulled his ticket out of his pocket and stalked towards the attendant to board the train. Francis grabbed his arm before he could get too far and pulled him into another kiss “You didn’t think you could leave without a kiss goodbye did you?”

Arthur pulled away and smoothed out his jacket “People are staring at us you pervert!”

“Let them stare, mon amour. Now go on, we wouldn’t want you to be late.”

The attendant smiled at Arthur as she took his ticket “If I were you I would hold on to him.” Arthur turned several shades of red and said nothing, moving forward into the train he stopped as if he suddenly forgot something and turned back around, moving through the crowd of people to get back to Francis.

“Did you forget something?” Francis asked with a grin

“I forgot to tell you that I love you, idiot; don’t make a spectacle out of it.”

Francis laughed and picked the man up in a hug “Je t’aime, Arthur.”

Turning to leave, Arthur stopped in his tracks once more “Are you going to be here like we discussed?”

Francis shrugged nonchalantly “Peut-être.”

Of course, Francis had every intention of being there on the designated day but it was fun to make Arthur worry just a little. He knew that Arthur would never agree with him but it was a fact that the British Nation was a jealous man and that he would worry so much about Francis not showing up that it would only be a matter of days, possibly even hours before Arthurs paranoia got the best of him and he would be on the phone begging Francis to come stay with him.

The British Islands eyes bulged out of their skull at Francis’ vague answer and before he could say anything more the departing whistle blew. He looked at Francis expectantly “Is that a yes, frog?”

Francis shrugged “You better get going, Angleterre.”

Muttering several ungentlemanly phrases under his breath the British man boarded the train and took his seat, completely indignant.

The train ride to London took just enough time for Arthur to cool down from his indignant rage and when he stepped off the train at the London station he let out a sigh of relief; it was good to be home.

A/N: This chapter is kind of boring and I’m not really satisfied with it but I read it over about 60 times and can’t decide what else I could do to it. The next chapter will be more interesting, I promise. :/

Translations:

Je promets que je coutume de faire quelque chose pour vous mettre dans l'embarras- I promise I won’t do anything to embarrass you.

C'est ce que il semble que-That’s what it seems like

“Je suis désolé que je suis comme une distraction terrible pour vous.-I am sorry I’m such a terrible distraction for you.

Peut-être-Maybe
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