Till there was you (Fruk)

18

"LAST TO BOARD?"

Thank god I was finally leaving. I don't think I could stand to see any of them anymore. I wanted to return home to my own country surrounded by other French speakers. I don't want to speak English anymore! It sucks.

"YES, ME!"

I looked up to the sudden shout, and surprise, surprise.

Arthur looked out of breath as he held his ticket up, having the lady punch it. "Take a seat where one is available," the flight attendant spoke. I looked at him, horrified, and tried to look away so he wouldn't see me, but I somehow felt his eyes staring at me.

"Thanks, Love," he spoke. I could hear his footsteps approaching me, and I tried to use the magazine I held to cover my face. "Oi, I can see you; that magazine doesn't hide you very well," he spoke. I breathed out, defeated, and pulled down the magazine, looking at him. He had a serious expression at first but then smiled. "Is this seat taken?" He asked.

"Can't you tell that my best friend in the world is going to sit here," I laughed, trying to tease him. "Perfect, that must mean it is for me," he laughed. Arthur sat beside me, and I couldn't help but laugh. He had gained this immaculate confidence that was putting me on my feet. I wasn't the one making the moves for once, and I liked it.

I couldn't help but smile as he became comfortable in the seat. "It is going to be a long flight; you should get some sleep," he spoke. We both looked at each other, and I tilted my head. "Didn't I say I was going to go alone?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and began to spread his legs, leaning against his chair.

"Yes, but you know me, I prefer to get what I want. Portugal doesn't know I left either, so you are safe," he laughed. I laughed at what he said, pushing his leg away. Portugal was most likely going to be upset with me. He would think I kidnapped Arthur or something. "Well, isn't he such a charmer?" I laughed. I can't believe Arthur was putting up with him, especially after blabbing his mouth constantly.

"Oh, well, he is a friend, and we only mess around a few times. It's nothing serious."

"Hmm? It seems a bit serious. You should clarify how you feel before he tells you he is in love with you," I nudged him. At this point, the lights had dimmed, and the two of us began whispering. "I doubt anything like that would happen. If you haven't noticed, we aren't the type of people whom others would fall for. It's ridiculous."

Maybe for everyone else, but Arthur was loved. Many people loved him whether he wanted to believe it or not. Their love was all different, but he was loved nevertheless. My love for him differed from Portugal, his brothers, or the boys, but I loved him. Deeply.

"Hmm? Even me? I'm sure I could find at least one person who loved me," I laughed. He smiled at me through the darkness, and I felt his hand touch mine. "I'm sure you could. Now, go to sleep before it gets too late."

He locked our hands together, and I smiled, feeling his skin's warmth. I couldn't help but hold his hand in response. "What made you change your mind about hating me?" I asked. He chuckled quietly and began to use his thumb to rub against his skin. " I do not hate you anymore; that part of me is gone. However, you will always annoy me and be my rival in anything I do. It is only natural to feel the need to brag and be cocky around you. I hope you know I only did that around you. Despite that, I do not hate you...I care about you a lot. However, I only match the energy you give me."

He laughed a bit, and I rolled my eyes. Thankfully there weren't many people on the plane to hear us. "Rivals till the end of time," I laughed. Our hands were still interlocked, and I wanted to make a move. "Maybe as time passes, we will be known as the greatest allies...who can get a bit annoyed with each other," he laughed.

"Well, maybe...it could be our little secret again if we were to get close..."

"Hmmm...Francis? To go against our religion? Scandalous! Is this a confession I hear?" He teased. I felt my face getting hot as I pulled our hands closer to my face. I kissed the back of his hand, laughing. I could not help it; he made me laugh. "Not even close, You aren't very cute," I teased.

"As if I were trying to be cute."

He really didn't have to try. He didn't have to do anything to gain my attention. Even when I 'hated' him, he still remained on my mind every second. The boys were right; if I didn't care for him, he would not be on my mind constantly. I am such an idiot for thinking my lifetime feelings for him would disappear.

It will probably take some time to build our relationship again, but I am willing to stick around and be easier to work with. It was the time to love each other and want peace, and so that is what I will do with him.

"Well, You certainly wouldn't need to try. However, you are right...it is scandalous. Maybe we should keep it a secret?"

"A secret? Can you keep a secret?"

"Hmmm...depending on what it is...and in this case, I am willing," I spoke. I could feel his hands sweating under mine. He was nervous! I was making him nervous! It was obvious we had feelings for each other, but who would say something first is a mystery. Maybe we never will, but I am willing to find out. Maybe It will take me many years. I am not sure.