Francis found himself quite lost. Even though he's a douche, as well as a dick, he never felt so much for someone, let alone a simple grumpy Englishman.

A few weeks later, he dragged himself to a small bar with friends. Soft jazz, clicking glass sound soft conversations resounded the small dainty bar. Francis and two of his friends sat there, all with a shot of tequila in their hands. 

"Amigo .. There are lots of fish in the sea!" a Spanish friend of Francis, Antonio, pats him in the back, "Well, you caught a lot of them in your net already, eh?"

"There's a lot of chicks you can choose from!" a loud Prussian, Gilbert, chuckles as he fondled his small pet chick under his palms.

Francis remains silent, looking at the liquor from ripples in his glass, smiling all the while as a response.

"You've been stalking a quite few, right?"

"There's the stupid aristocrat you've been stalking since the 18th century. Too bad, a crazy bitch with a frying pan is his personal bodyguard."

"They've separated now amigo and Mr. Austria is looking for someone to marry right now!"

"He'd be leeching you for money."

"Si, too bad. Then what about the cute senorita from that small island?"

"That's pedophilia, doof."

"But Francis did touch her once! And she has a crush on him too! As well as on Arthur.. Man, that ninita is a bit naughty don't you think?"

"Ja! Kesesesesese!~"

"Fusososososososo!~"

"And.. There's Feliciano!~"

"Wha--? Gilberto, no!"

"Nein! NEIN! That's a bad idea!"

"Well, let me think, let me think, ah, what should I do?

So many eager young bunnies that I'd like to pursue.

Now even though they eating out the palm of my hand

There's only one carrot and they all gotta share it!.." (innuendo here...)

"Thanks for the time Gil and Tonio, à plus tard!" He waves goodbye at them before he stood up and left.

"Good luck on Arthur, mein freund!" with a little sarcasm in his tone, Gil waves back, as well as Antonio.

He sets his worn out combat boots to the chilly concrete. Soft snow began falling down, the cold wind gently brushes Francis' hair, sending a slight chill down his spine. He breaths out and stuffed his hands down his pocket and carried on.

Past 11 P.M., he's still walking down the street then he heard a thud from a dark alley.

"Ah! Who's there?" he jumps in shock. He tilts his head to peek. Curious, he slowly walks closer and closer until he saw a figure lying face down, crouching in pain.

"A-Are you okay?" he leans closer, "Monsieur?" he whispers.

"Fuck off, wanker..." the man groans with a slight gurgle in his voice.

"Arthur? Mon deiu, look at you!" he shook his head and held Arthur up, "What's wrong?"

Arthur flicks his arm away and squirms his way out. Francis stood there, watching him as he sluggishly tried to walk straight. He suddenly stops, he leans in the wall and covered his face, shoulders slightly shivering. Francis walks towards him and gave him a soft pat in the back.

"D-Do you-- l--" Arthur mutters,

"Pardon?"

"I said, do you love me? Wanker!" he spat out before shrugging and hiding his face away again.

Francis throat shuts off. His face heats up and his chest tightens. Francis had been thinking of that too. Does he love Arthur? He's been with so many people yet he couldn't quit him. Arthur might not be the best when it comes to his pleasure, he might not have the best personality, of course but just why? That's the mystery he's been dying to solve and now it's thrown back at his face, by the very person who had placed it upon him.

"I knew it." Arthur's voice sounds very disappointing and heart broken.

He tries to walk away but Francis stops him with a hug.

"I do, Angleterre, I do." he hugged him close, burying his face on Arthur's back.

Arthur lets out a small chuckle, "That's the same thing I hear from you over and over again." he raised his head up, as to reminisce something, "For the last 17th century, you always say 'I love you' over and over again. I am so tired of it Francis."

Limply holding on to the other's arms that wrapped his weak body, Arthur softly whispers, "I've always loved you. Even though you fuck me up so hard I don't know how to quit you." his voice shivers, "You bloody wanker."

"I love you so, hey, that's what you'll say (that's what you'll say)

You'll tell me 'Baby baby please don't go away..."

"...But when I play, I never stay.

To every girl that I meet, yeah, this is what I say:.."

"I am so sorry." Francis gulps, "Trust me, Arthur, I keep coming back to you no matter what. I think of you everyday. Believe me."

Francis' arms are still wrapping Arthur in a warm embrace. Silence breaks, only the dripping sound of a leaking pipe echoes from a dark corner, it was already midnight.

"Bullshit." Arthur spat out, "I have enough of this! I can't stand being treated like a toy! You go out with everyone yet you say I'm the only one? What am I? Some kind of a bloody heartless doll?"

"Non! Arthur, please? Stop saying things like that!" Francis held back the squirming Brit under him. Arthur was spilling his heart out, he feels so pained and he's been suffering enough. Francis always knew this. But he wanted to make sure.

"Get away from me! You bloody frog!" he tries to break loose, almost on the verge of crying, "Don't you dare speak to me again you --"

He was stopped by a sudden kiss. He pulls away with disgust, "Don't --" Francis pulls him back again for more.

A mere second later they found themselves in a long deep kiss. Arthur held on to Francis' jacket, clutching the leather fabric tightly, knitting his eyebrows in an angry expression. It must have been the intensity of the moment, not anger. The Frenchman above him slowly fondles the other's face, feeling the pale soft skin under his rough fingers.

Arthur pulls back, gasping for breath, bowing his head down to hide his flushed face. He steps back and suddenly dashes away.

"Arthur!" Francis calls out, watching Arthur run across the softly lit antique lamps.

It's much like the same from the other week, running away like that after he lets all his feeling out. What a shy gentleman Arthur is. Or, is he running away from something?

"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."