FRUK: A-Z

F: Flowers

It was 7:00 pm. Arthur was working while Francis was home. He seemed to get ready for something very special. He was wearing nice formal clothes. His hair was perfectly made. Well even more perfect than usual. He looked at the mirror and slightly smiled rather nervously. He looked at the table where there was a bouquet of white roses. He lifted it gently, walking to the door. He opened it and his eyes widened when he saw his boyfriend right there. They both froze for a minute.

"A-arthur...you're back...early" The Frenchman said. Arthur looked at his lover. And he thought Francis couldn't get more handsome. But he tried to ignore that and focus on the point. Was Francis leaving? Why? To where?

"I finished so I returned frog. What's so strange...and why are you dressed up like that?" Arthur pointed at him. He then noticed Francis was hiding something behind his back.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"That! The thing you're hiding."

"I-I'm not hiding anything" Said Francis nervously. Arthur raised an eyebrow and grabbed the flowers. He stared at them.

"Roses?" Francis only nodded slightly. Arthur tightened the grip on th bouquet slightly.

"What for?"

"W-well...it's for a special occasion" Francis said slightly. Arthur smiled slightly at that.

"So you were going to surprise me at work? How sweet of-...I mean...I'm a man I don't want stupid flowers." He handed them back to Francis who smiled slightly.

"Oh don't worry cher these are not for you." Arthur looked back at Francis. These are not for you
he repeated in his mind.

"What?..." He seemed angry, no he was angry. Angry and sad at the same time. How could he say it like that?

"You...YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME!" Arthur screamed out of the blue.

"What? Non of course not you got it all wrong! I would never-"

"DON'T LIE TO ME YOU WHOREMAN!" Arthur looked down sadly. "That's why you look so nice tonight...F-for your other lover!" Arthur said brokenhearted. How could Francis do this to him? Well...of course he could. He should know they wouldn't last. He walked inside angrily and to the bedroom. Francis followed.

"Cher...It's not like that...come on you know I only care about y-"

"Enough with these horseshit! I'm leaving! Have fun with your other lover!"

"I SAID IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" Francis snapped back. Arthur was a little shocked. Francis would never be this mad or serious. Francis looked at him a little darkly. "Come with me." He grabbed the Briton's arm and dragged him along with him.

"Wha- frog! Let me go!" Francis shook his head and exited the house, placing his boyfriend inside the car and locking the doors as he started driving.

"I don't want to see them! I don't care about your explenations just let me out!"
Francis ignored him for the next 10 minutes. Soon the car stopped and they were both in an empty area. Arthur was now confused as Francis seemed to walk like he had been there before. Arthur was a little scared to be honest so he followed the man. After about 3 minutes of walking Francis stopped. He knelt down and left the bouquet in front of a grave-stone in the shape of a cross. There was a name written on the stone. "Joan D'arc" Arthur's eyes widened as he realised. He felt so horrible. Just how could he be so heartless? He looked down at his boyfriend sadly.

"Today is her death anniversary" Francis said softly. His eyes were teary. Arthur had no words. He just stood there. And the worst part? That girl died because of him back there.

"F...Francis...I-"

"You got your answers. Please leave me alone"

"..but-"

"Go!" Said Francis, now crying and sobbing. Arthur nodded and waited in the car. Thankfully his boyfriend soon got back. There was an awkward silence on the way home.

"I'm...I'm sorry Francis" Arthur said softly. His boyfriend only nodded.

"Are you...going to break up with me?"

"No need. You already did it." He said coldly. Arthur couldn't help but cry. He didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. As the car stopped in front of his house he held the other man tight.

"N-no! I was wrong, please don't leave me...you are the most important part of me" Francis sighed and hugged back slowly. He just couldn't see Arthur in pain and sobbing like that.

"I'm sorry too..." He said. Arthur looked up and Francis smiled softly stroking his cheek. "Let's go home." Arthur smiled and hugged him again happily. As soon as they reached home...

"Oh and Arthur"

"Y-yeah?"

"These are for you" Francis said, handing him a bouquet of red roses. Arthur stared at them and couldn't help but cry. Happily this time.

"Bloody frog" He snifed and smiled once again throwing his arms around him.

"I told you I don't like flowers"