.:Hetalia:. ~FrUK~ The key to my heart

Today is finally the day.

Francis Bonnefoy decided that today was the day, the day he would finally tell how he felt about his long time crush; Arthur Kirkland. Even though Arthur hated him for his perv attempts to get him in bed, he still loved him for his self, not for his body.

Arthur was in the conference room, sitting down reading a book (Fifty Shades of Grey) and drinking his tea that he usually made by hand. Francis watched the English man for awhile before walking in. Arthur didn't noticed that the French man was in the same room as him, when Francis slipped on something and fell onto Arthur.

Arthur noticed the Frenchman on top of him, he blushed a cherry red blush. "Who in the bloody hell let you in, you stupid Frog."

"Um myself?"

Arthur pushes Francis off of him, gritting his teeth. "What in the hell do you want?!" Arthur screamed at Francis.

"I just wanted to tell you something, Arthur." The Frenchman replied.

Arthur rolled his eyes, scoffs. "What could be so important that you want to tell me?"

Francis was trying to stay calm, not to lose his cool to the Englishman. "I just wanted to tell you....that I love you Arthur. Not for you body, but for yourself." Grabbing Arthur's hands and pulling him towards the Frenchman's chest. "Mon Cher, will you please be mine?"

Arthur blushed more, he was silent, but he knew better. This was another trick for Francis to get him in bed. Gritting his teeth, Arthur snapped at Francis. "This is another one of your stupid trick to have sex with me?"

Francis was taken back by this, why couldn't Arthur see the truth. Near tears, Francis choked up. "W-Why..would you think that?"

"Wait, no. This is some kind of blackmail thing, so you can use me for whatever sexual pleasure you want." Arthur says to Francis. Slapping across the face hard, Francis had enough of this, tears running down his face.

"NO IT'S NOT YOU STUPID IGGY." Francis screamed. Running out of the room and into the hallway. Tears falling down the Frenchman's face, he drops the rose on the floor that was supposed to be for Arthur.

Arthur kicked the wall, as tears ran down his face. He did have feelings for Francis, no lie. But he couldn't get over Francis' tricks and attempts to have sex with him. "Why can't he love me for real." Arthur tells his self.

Kicking the wall again, he cries harder. Alfred peekshisheadin thedoor,grinning. "Sup English Dude?" Alfred asks Arthur.

Arthur wipes his tears away, looking back at Alfred. "Just go away you stupid American."

"Whoaaa, dude no reason to act like that." Alfred says to the Englishman. Holding up the rose. "Did you lose something, Arthur?"

Looking at the rose, he didn't see that rose in his whole life. "That's not mine, Alfred."

"Are you sure? It says to Arthur. It also says, 'Dear my sweet Arthur Kirkland, I have always loved you since the beginning, not for your body. But for you. And I hope this rose unlocks the key to your heart~.'" says Alfred.

"Let me see that!" Arthur screams, grabbing the rose away from Alfred's hands. Reading the note written on it. Blushing when he realizes that what Alfred was saying was right. But he also felt bad, Francis was telling to the truth. He screwed up big time. Looking at Alfred he panicked. "Alfred did you see where Francis went?!"

"Nope! I think he might be in his office, if not try going to his house!" Alfred exclaimed.

Arthur ran out of the room and off to Francis' office, but didn't find him there. "Shit. He must have gone so upset he went home."


Francis was so upset, he couldn't live with being likethis. "Why..can't I just disappear..?"

He ran upstairs to his bathroom, when he looked in his mirror, he looked horrible. His eyes were bloodshot and there was a trail of tears running down his soft skin. Grabbing a razor he started to cut his arm, once he did he stopped. Blood was trailing down his arm. Lips quivering her ran out of his bathroom and into his bedroom. Going into his closet, he lets out ugly sobs.

Arthur finally arrives at Francis' house, opening the door he called out. "Francis?"

Francis looked up when he heard his name, staying quiet, he listened for his name to be called again. Arthur called Francis' name again, near tears and was about to give up. Francis, knew who it was; Arthur. "GO AWAY YOU STUPID LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" Francis screamed back.

Arthur followed the voice up stairs, to Francis' room, realizing that the noise is coming from the closet. Opening the closet, Arthur gasps and drops the rose. "FRANCIS!! YOUR ARM!" Arthur screams. Quickly dragging Francis out of the closet and onto his bed, as Arthur runs to the bathroom grabbing bandages and some alcohol. Then runs back to the Frenchman, who was still crying.

Sitting next to Francis, Arthur pulled Francis' arm and quickly puts the alcohol on it. Francis bites his lip as he feels his arm burns. Arthur wraps the bandages around the Frenchman's arm slowly. Francis twitched each time he felt his arm burn from the alcohol. "What happened to you Frog?" Arthur asked Francis.

"What do you mean, Iggy?" Francis replied.

"What happened to Francis Bonnefoy who was the master of all heartbreaks for girls? You just let a bustboy who is fucking fabulous bring you down? That's just not like you. Not at all." Arthur explains.

"Well, first, the stupid bustboy didn't believe me, instead he slapped me across the face. Second, he broke my heart into little pieces. Little tiny pieces." Francis scoffs.

Arthur finishes wrapping Francis' arm up. He picks up the rose from Francis, putting it in his hair. Arthur smiles. "Well, I'm guessing that you hate me. But let me just tell you this..." Arthur gets up, heading out the room when he turns back at Francis. "You unlocked my heart."

Francis blushed when he heard the words, 'Unlocked my heart.' Thinking back, he felt bad about how he sexually assaulted Arthur. Getting out of bed, he ran after Arthur. "Arthur wait!" Francis screamed.

Arthur turned to see the Frenchman hug him, he was completely shocked. He thought that the Frenchman wouldn't love him back anymore. Arthur blushed. "I'm sorry about the way I treated you, Arthur." Francis told the Englishman.

Rubbing Francis' back, Arthur nuzzled the crook of his neck. Francis blushed a light pink blush. Arthur looked into the Frenchman's beautiful blue eyes, getting lost in the beautiful clouds in a perfect blue sky. Arthur leaned in and gives the Frenchman a kiss, starting off soft.

Francis lets Arthur take control for now.

Arthur got hungry for Francis, he licks Francis' lips, asking for permmission. Francis nods and opens his mouth.  Groaning, Arthur explodes the Frenchman's mouth with his tongue, taking off his uniform slowly. Francis' eyes widen, he didn't want to take it too far just yet. He broke the kiss panting. Arthur blushed, but he also looked at Francis, confused as hell. "Mon cher," Francis starts, grabbing Arthur's hand and pulling him close. "I don't want this relationship to go too quickly. I don't want this to be just an one night stand, because I love you and I think this is for the best."

Arthur's heart skips a beat. These words. These were the words that he has been waiting for, Francis saying that sex isn't important for once. Thank the lord. Arthur smiles as he plays with Francis' gold locks. "I understand Francis. But finally you think that life isn't just a sex game."

"As long as I have you in my life. I wont treat you like a sex toy."

Francis kissed Arthur on the forehead, before both of them went to Francis' room to sleep the rest of the day. Holding each other in their arms. Knowing that their love won't fade away.