Arthur wakes up to the gentle sunlight from the window and the soft music playing in the distance. He rubbed his eyes and groans, "I feel sick.".

He pulled himself up, still feeling heavy and dizzy. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he stretches his arms and yawns.

"Oh, you're awake."

He flinches and quickly stood up after he heard the familiar voice, "Francis! What are you doing in my house?" he exclaims.

"Non, you mean, 'what are YOU doing in MY house', Angleterre." he smiles, as he looked at the confused Brit with amusement.

"Wha--?" he stammers, as he looked at the unfamiliar surrounding. He looks down an realized he's wearing only his British flag boxers. He quickly hid his half-naked body with the blanket in a panic.

"Don''t tell me, we--?" he gasps in horror, thinking that they did it again while he was drunk, which happens most of the time.

"You suddenly fell down and vomited all over your clothes. You had too much to drink." Francis then backs off and raised his hands in surrender, "I didn't touch you, I swear!"

"You bloody wanker." he growled and stomped his feet to the bathroom, knocking Francis along the way, "Move, frog-face."

"Ow~ Is that how treat someone who offered you hospitality?" Francis whines, "I'll lend you my clothes. I still have to wash yours."

Arthur rolls his eyes and sarcastically replies , "Oh, don't worry good sir~, I'll take care of them myself." then he enters the shower and continues, "I don't want your stinky clothes all over my body." his voice echoes.

"But you do love my body on yours instead, eh?" he chuckles, a typical perverted Francis.

"WANKER!" Arthur yells in anger and disgust and slams the glass door, "Pervert!"

"Ohonhonhon~" Francis laughs in his signature laugh, "They're by the door, on a rack. At least wear them for a few hours then you can wear your clothes back, non?" his voice trails off, he had gone away, maybe heading for the kitchen?

A few moments later, Arthur finally finishes. He took a few moments to think about wearing the Frenchman's clothes to which he dislikes to no end. But given the circumstances, he had no choice but to put them on.

He steps outside and looked for Francis. He then noticed a soft sizzling sound and plate clanks coming from the kitchen, Francis must be there. Shyly, he steps inside and clears his throat for attention.

"Oh! My clothes does fit you!~" Francis smiles, "Aren't they fragrant?"

Arthur pouts, hesitant, embarrassed and flustered. But he managed to reply a small nod. Francis' clothes were fragrant indeed. Fixing the clothes, he leans over to see what he's cooking.

"Crepes?" Arthur stares at the hot stacks of thin crepes on the plate, "You're having crepes for breakfast?"

"Non, it's 'WE'." he implies that he planning having a romantic breakfast together.

"No. I'll pass." Arthur snobs, then his face went red when a blatant grumble sounds from his stomach.

Francis bursts out in laughter, to much to the embarrassment of Arthur. "Aw~ how adorable." he cooed, still snorting and giggling.

A few moments later ...

They have finished eating their delightful breakfast and Francis had just finished cleaning up. While Arthur was fixing himself, he realizes that there was a soft French music playing in the background. He found himself immersed by the tune and started to hum along.

"Quite feeling the music, Arthur?" Francis smiles.

"Don't get me wrong, but that music has been replaying over and over."

"I know!~" he walks up to the Brit and offers his hand, "Shall we have a dance, Angleterre?"

"Oh, you--" he growls, knitting his thick eyebrows, "Stop being so smooth."

"But you like it!~" Francis take's Arthur's hands forcible and dragged him to the large space in his living room. The music was now clearly heard.

Francis then led Arthur to a soft dance. Arthur was blushing as he feel his palms on the other's and his left hand on Francis' broad shoulder. He sighs, finally letting his chest rest upon the Frenchman and following him along with the music.

"You know, Arthur. I have never slept with other women since you gave me your answer." Francis spoke of softly, you can hear sincerity in his voice.

"W-What?" Arthur stammers, "I don't believe you! No wanker who goes out with many men and women and not sleep with them! That's nonsense!"

"I'm French~." he scoffs, joking about his nationality. Hugging Arthur closer, he whispers, "I always think of you. So much, that it's becoming my restraint."

Arthur pulls out and steps back and shook his head, "Stop fooling around!"

"But it's true!" Francis held out his hand, asking for Arthur, "You see, I might have been with many men and women but this.." he cuts off, placing his hand upon his chest, pointing at his heart, "..is all for you, Alfred and Mattie!"

Arthur backs away and slowly walks to the door.

"See I ain't try to hurt you baby

No no, no I just wanna work you baby, yeah yeah.

See I ain't try to hurt you baby

No no, no I just wanna work you baby

If you scared you better run (You better run)

You better run (You better run), you better run (You better run)

You better you better you better..."

Francis grabs his hand and pulls his head close to his chest, "You hear that?"

Arthur  hears the heartbeat of Francis. It was beating so calmly and harmoniously. He closed his eyes and breaths out, somehow, Francis' heartbeat soothes him. Then he realized, it was always his comfort.

"Shh~" Francis cooed, "There, there.."

He remembers the time when they used to be this close. Those beautiful nights where they would intertwine in a tight embrace, or those dark times when they used to comfort each other with an emotional hug.

"Angleterre, I could never betray your love, remember that." Francis then started to move his legs again in a slow waltz, still holding the Brit in his arms.

Arthur separates, feeling the sincerity in his lover's voice, he leans in for a kiss, as a gift of gratitude.

"Francis!" a sudden knock on the door interrupts them, "Are you there?!"

"It's Gil!" Francis whisper-yell, "They can't find us like this!"

"ANYONE should not find us like this!"

Before he dashes away, Arthur leaves a quick kiss with a blushing face, much to Francis' delight.

Run run run away, run away baby

Before I put my spell on you

You better get get get away get away darling

'Cause everything you heard is true

Your poor little heart will end up alone

'Cause Lord knows I'm a rolling stone

So you better run run run away run away baby!"