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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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He would need to be on the 5:00 train if he wanted to be there on time; the problem was that he wasn’t sure if he did want to be there or not. He was internally conflicted and couldn’t figure out what it was that he truly wanted in life. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, he knew what he wanted; he wanted Francis more than anything else but he wasn’t so confident the man returned his feelings.

He had been walking among his fair city during his internal debate for over an hour now and it hadn’t occurred to him until just now that he had ended up almost directly in front of the train station. He didn’t remember deciding to go this direction so how had he ended up here? Arthur cast a glance from under his umbrella towards the sky “Alright, I can take a hint” he muttered making his way to the ticket booth.

Taking a seat inside the terminal Arthur noted that he had an hour before he had to leave which would give him plenty of time to change his mind and get his money back if he decided against it. He idly wondered if maybe he was over reacting about this whole ordeal and when he got there Francis would be waiting for him looking as dashing as ever but at the same time he couldn’t help but think of how humiliated he would be if the man stood him up.

Arthur noticed for the first time that many of his depressive thoughts focused on him and how he would feel; he had never once in all this time thought about how Francis would feel if he didn’t show up. He could almost envision the man dressed in a white suit obsessively checking his pocket watch and then the look on the poor man’s face when he realized Arthur wasn’t going to show.

Resolving to make up his mind once and for all Arthur thought about how he had come to this point. He wasn’t the type of person to normally mope around and be so depressed; that was for when he had a little too much sauce at the end of the night. Just when was it that he had started feeling like he wasn’t good enough for Francis?

It couldn’t have been Francis’ flirting with the silly little tart at the train station, no, that hadn’t truly bothered him. Francis had always enjoyed making Arthur jealous with his little flirtations because he loved how possessive the man could get, and despite knowing this Arthur fell for it every single time.

Arthur furrowed his brow as if that would somehow assist his brain into giving him the answer. What was it that made him end up like this? And then he had it, he could hear the man’s words clear as day in his head: “And what if I have found somebody else to hold my interest by then?” The words hadn’t even bothered Arthur when he had said them; he had even shrugged his shoulders at the comment and responded with something of equal wit: “If you find somebody else who is willing to put up with you then I wish the both of you a lifetime of happiness.”

It hadn’t bothered him at first but the words had seemed to sink into his soul since then “And what if I have found somebody else to hold my interest by then?” It wasn’t just his words though, it was coupled with the fact that Arthur was still in disbelief that Francis had waited for him this entire time; five years was a long time to wait for somebody and Arthur wasn’t entirely sure that he was worth the amount of love and dedication that Francis had for him.

Shaking himself out of his introspective psycho-analysis he smiled at what Francis would do if he ever heard him thinking such things. He would likely spout some sort of ridiculous poetry about how he loved Arthur whether the man felt worthy of it or not.

Almost as if it was on cue the whistle sounded in the station letting the passengers know the 5pm to Paris was ready to be boarded.

Figuring out where his issues stemmed from did a lot to actually calm the British Nation down, and though he might not be able to fix his self-image in one sitting he had reassured himself that he wasn’t going to be stood up by Francis, and with that in mind he tucked his Union Jack umbrella under his arm and took a seat on the train.

The instant Arthur took his seat on the train he seemed to feel lighter as if a weight had been lifted off his soul and by the time the train was pulling into the Paris station Arthur’s facial expression had completely transformed back into the usual everyday scowl that Francis loved so much.

Upon stepping off the train Arthur spotted Francis first and his heart constricted at how devastatingly handsome the man looked. The Frenchman was in one of those poses that came directly out of a picture film, leaning against a support beam in a perfectly pressed white suit, one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a cigarette.

Standing a little straighter Arthur walked up to the man and took his cigarette from his hand, taking a drag himself “I thought you were trying to quit?” he smirked.

Francis’ eyes lit up and he wrapped an arm around Arthur’s waist “Since the 1600’s” he countered before pulling the man into a kiss.

“I suppose you couldn’t find anyone else who would put up with you?” Arthur asked in jest though there was a real question beneath the mocking tone.

Francis laughed and kissed Arthur once more “I would have had to look to find somebody, chéri. You sound like you were worried.”

Pushing away from the Frenchman Arthur started to walk towards the line of taxi’s that were stationed outside the train station “I don’t know what makes you think I was worried; I was only concerned that I would arrive here and you would have forgotten our engagement.”

Laughing at the sheer absurdity of Arthur’s statement he opened the cab door for his love, earning a faint tint of red on the Englishman’s face and a mutter about how he was perfectly capable of opening his own doors.

“Combien de temps resterez-vous cette fois?” Francis asked suddenly as the taxi pulled into his driveway a short while later.

Arthur shrugged just like Francis had eight months ago “I’ll stay until I get bored of you, I suppose.”

Turning so that he could unlock his front door Francis smirked deviously grabbing the Englishman by the arm and pulling him inside, he pinned him against the front door with a passionate kiss the English gentleman would not forget any time soon. “Je penser que je vais devoir trouver un moyen de garder votre intérêt alors” the older nation seductively whispered in Arthur’s ear.

Turning a delicious shade of red Arthur attempted to push his way past Francis “I have no idea what you said but I’m sure it’s wildly inappropriate.”

In an uncharacteristic show of force the blue eyed beauty kept the man in place by pinning his wrists above his head “I think you are lying; I think you know exactly what I said. Maintenant, rester sur place pour que je puisse avoir mon chemin avec vous.”

“Do you m...mean to have your way with me right here against the front door you pervert?! Have some propriety” Arthur sputtered feeling of a cold hand go under his shirt.

“Oui” came the flippant response before Arthurs shirt found itself on the floor.

Running his hand up the man’s bare chest both men let out a low moan of pleasure at the contact.

“Eight months is a very long time to wait, wouldn’t you agree cheri?” Cautiously, Francis released his hold on Arthur’s hands “Do you think you can be good now?”

The second Arthurs hands were free they wrapped around the man’s neck affectionately “If you must molest me in the entryway then get on with it and stop your yammering.”

Smiling, Francis knew that that was as close to a blessing that he was going to get and started on Arthurs belt “You’re so excited, mon amour, that I believe if you didn’t have a belt on you would have broken right through these pants.”

It didn’t take long for the pair to completely divest each other of their clothes and make up for lost time against the door, and in the library, and in the now fully stocked kitchen where they paused only long enough to share a glass of wine before ending up a tangled mass of limbs in their bed.

“What did I tell you about smoking in the bedroom?” Arthur asked in an exhausted tone re arranging himself so he could rest his head on his loves chest.

“I believe your exact words were ‘I don’t like it when you smoke after we make love, frog; it gives off the impression that I’m some sexual conquest’ Francis responded with a smirk in a poor impression of an English accent.

Arthur sighed “Then why are you still doing it? I thought your resolve was to ‘only smoke when nervous’ Arthur mocked in a poor impression of a French accent.

“Oui cela est vrai but I am nervous.”

“I can’t imagine what ever for.”

“You love me, non?” the man asked as he reached over to put out his half smoked cigarette.

Arthur tilted his head up to questioningly look in the man’s eyes “What are you going on about?”

“Oui ou non, Arthur.”

“You know I do, frog. Get to the bloody point.”

“M'épouser alors.”

Arthur smiled a genuine smile, something that was rare to see on the usually disgruntled man. “Oui” came the simple reply.

Francis blinked in shock “Did you just speak en français?”

Propping himself up on his elbow so that he could reach the man’s face and smirking Arthur kissed the man lightly on the chin “Don’t you recognize your own language, frog?”

Feeling momentarily high on happiness and love Francis assaulted the love of his life and future husband with a kiss.

“Thank you for keeping it simple, frog.”

“Thank you for saying yes, cheri.”

A/N: *insert obligatory apology for fail French here*

Translations:

Combien de temps resterez-vous cette fois?-How long will you stay this time?

Je penser que je vais devoir trouver un moyen de garder votre intérêt alors-I suppose I'll have to find a way to keep your interest then.

Maintenant, rester sur place pour que je puisse avoir mon chemin avec vous.-Now, stay put so that I can have my way with you.

Cela est vrai-This is true

M'épouser alors-Marry me then.
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