cigarettes and chlorine [fruk]

Chapter 28

It was eight in the morning when Francis and Arthur were all packed up downstairs in the main Hotel Lobby while Francis's parents were calling up a taxi. Arthur had his baggage over his shoulder while he was leaning into Francis's side, a glare forming at someone when they would give them weird looks. Francis was just enjoying the morning breeze that came from the open windows and as well Arthur leaning close to him. It was a few minutes later when the two were called out to get out, when they did Arthur had noticed that there were two taxi's instead of one. Arthur raised his eyebrow but Francis shrugged pulling Arthur to the second taxi waiting for them. They got into the taxi and after a moment the drive has started but soon enough the car was no longer behind the other taxi car. Arthur noticed that and he also noticed that they were driving in the streets in between the houses, not action movie like but more normal.

"Where are we going?" Arthur asked Francis quietly and Francis didn't answer just grinned at him making Arthur raise his thick eyebrow at him. Frustrated he didn't ask anymore but looked out of the window instead. He watched the buildings pass by and people fading. Francis moved his hands on top of Arthur when he recognized the streets and felt excitement bubbled in him. The car came to stop and the driver nodded to Francis who the opened up the door and pulled Arthur out with their hands intertwined with one another. "We are definitely not at the airport, Francis." Arthur said trying to keep with Francis large steps. Then he saw it, the Eifel Tower standing high up hiding the sun behind it. With frowned eyebrows but with flutter in his chest he followed Arthur walking into the front of the line ignoring the people in the line. When Francis got to the front Francis showed them their tickets that he had kept in his pockets. Taken back by what he was under Arthur's green eyes ran around his surroundings his hands still in Francis's so he wouldn't be lost. Francis bit his lip holding a smile when he pulled Arthur who looked so innocent with curiosity. The two entered and they were greeted by a tall man with short brunette hair who was wearing work clothes.

"Francis!" The man called out a large smile on his lips. Francis eyes beamed and a large smile crossing his lips.

"Uncle Leone!" Letting go of Arthur's hands he wrapped his arms around his uncle's back. The hug didn't last long and Francis's hand was back in Francis. "Uncle Leonce it's so good to see you. This is Arthur." Francis's met Arthur and they sparkled when he squeezed Arthur's hands. Leonce eyes moved from his nephew to the messy blonde haired male next to him and he couldn't stop his smile from growing larger.

"Is it?" Leonce had a tiny smug smile on his lips but then held out his hand for Arthur to shake it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Arthur." Arthur shook the rather firm and rough hand. "Okay you two better get into the elevator, you still have a plane to catch later on." Arthur's ears perked up looking at Francis.

"Francis! We are going to miss our plane!" Arthur hissed trying to protest when Francis pulled him to the elevator. Francis shook his head.

"We are not! I told my parents to go early intentionally, so you and I could come here now, now don't like a sheep." Francis cooed smiling pulling the stubborn brit into the elevator. Arthur groaned loudly but stepped into the elevator. His boots stumped on the floor as the elevator. "I told you I wanted to tell you something." Francis said leaning closer Arthur, who had his arms crossed over his chest with grumpy face. A lighthearted chuckle left Francis lips at the facial expression of Arthur. They got out of the elevator and Francis pulled Arthur to a spot where there was no one. A large smile pressed on Francis lips watching Arthur's face change into awe as he saw the city behind the morning sky. Francis bit his lip moving closer to Arthur. "Do you like it?"

Arthur noticed the thick accent in Francis's voice just now, maybe it was because he had been talking French all this week with everyone besides to Arthur of course. Though Francis tried sometimes, but Arthur would just stare at him blankly. "It's beautiful." Arthur answered his eyes never leaving the wide city sight. Francis chuckled.