Chapter 1: Day in the life of a British.
Arthur goes to conference but it change places.
I've always hated Francis with all my might. And when I say hate, I mean it. We constantly fight and bicker, And I just hate him!
But.. I still can't get him off my mind.... I mean, it's because we're enemies. I hate him. I'd NEVER. EVER. love him.
I don't love Francis. I never did. And I know it isn't a lie! I just sit down all day thinking of him. But it isn't romantic...
It's time for a conference like always, Arthur gets ready for it. I mean.. Why wouldn't he? He showers... Chooses clothes.. Wears them.. And then he fixes his collar and puts on his tie. It's simple. And it's repetitive... But this time, Arthur gets a message. He sits down on a chair in the room, unplugging his charger to pick up the phone. Followed by missed calls, He'd see some messages.. Lo and behold.. Guess who sent them.
"Would you like for me to pick you up?"
Arthur would look at his phone, Replying a quick 'No.' He was sure he could get to the conference by himself, Why would he need his SWORN ENEMY to come help him like a little knight in shining armor? He was fine. Independent, Even. I mean.. Why would Alfred tell him this of all people..!? Was there a change in something? Why did it need to be passed around like a bloody hot potato..??? Arthur thought and thought before another ring, It was Francis. Again. It was a message, It said and I quote..
' What do you mean no? The location of the conference changed. You're stalling us both! '
Now, Arthur looked confused. Why would the location change? If this is some kind of joke.. He'll get MAD. Anyways, Arthur replied. 'Fine. I'll let you pick me up.' that's it. He sent the message and then waited.. Oh right. He didn't have breakfast yet. Arthur walked to the kitchen, Grabbing two eggs and then heating up the pan, Adding . oil. After a few minutes, he put a splash of water on the pan, making sure it's hot. After that, He cracked open two eggs into the pan, adding salt and pepper as well. He waited till the salt disintegrated, and the edge crusts. Before he flipped the two eggs, Planning to make them over-easy. He plated the eggs before looking down at his watch, " seeing the time.. He was almost late.. Maybe he really did need Francis to pick him up.. ugh, just seeing that frog in his mind made him gag. He dialed Francis's number, waiting for him to answer the call. Once he picked up, he was greeted with Francis's AGITATING VOICE. the voice he couldn't really get out of his head.
"Arthur? Why are you dialing me? I was about to leave for the conference. "
" Nothing. It's just that.. Can you pick me up? "
Arthur tried not to cringe, Not to argue or laugh with Francis throughout the call. Not to try slapping him through the phone. He listened to the Frenchman talk, the scowl on his face becoming more angered by the second. He sounded so calm. And Arthur hated that. HATED.
"Can't you cut to the chase already, Francis? You already know where I live, yes? If so, just go here already. I don't care. "
"What's the fun in that, Mon Angleterre? "
Arthur's face turned red at the name-calling. His cheeks heated up, And he couldn't do anything but listen to Francis giggle. He was about to kill him. (Metaphorically) He gripped the phone tightly, Trying not to let out his anger.
"You frog.. If you don't come here I'll go to your house instead, huh?"
"Let's see if the black sheep of Europe can keep his promise, Non? "
Arthur hung up quickly, A scowl on his face as he stood up, Packing the eggs in a container for lunch. He fixed his collar, grabbing his briefcase, making sure today's documents were inside, He was about to leave before he heard the honking of a car. He didn't recognize it before the driver's window rolled down.. Francis. I guess he didn't pay much attention to the nameplate or the color of the.. Vehicle.
"Arthur? You wanted me to pick you up, right?"
Francis said from the car window, Yelling in hopes of Arthur hearing him. I mean.. He did hear him. But he couldn't be certain. Could he? Arthur walked out with a scowl, Looking at Francis with a piercing glare. But I guess Francis didn't care, Cause all he did was smile and gesture Arthur to the passenger seat beside him. Once he got in, Francis started a conversation immediately.
"How's your day so far, Arthur? "
"I'm fine. Why do you care? "
"You're always so cute when you're angry, Ohonhonhonhon.. "
Arthur's face heated up again, his cheeks turning red like what happened last time. He was lost in thought, Why was Francis doing this? I mean, he always did.. But not this romantic. He didn't say anything before Francis got him out of thought.
"You're even cuter when you're flustered, you know? "
"Shut up! I don't love you or anything!! Just stop talking about that! "
Arthur yelled before crossing his arms, Earning himself a small giggle from Francis.
"I never said that you loved me, non? "
Arthur grumbled before Francis pulled over, Just a few minutes away from the Conference building. Arthur was staring into nothingness before he felt someone on top of him, Like..
Francis held Arthur in place while he was daydreaming before nipping at his neck, Seeing Arthur finally knocked into sense made him laugh slightly.
"W-- What are you doing?! Get off of me! "
He didn't say it so loud, As if he didn't mean it. He grabbed the back of Francis's chest, Trying to push him off, Just so he isn't seen as weak.. This was his MORTAL ENEMY! Not his lovey-dovey boyfriend that he's about to get pounded in the ass by! He should be pushing Francis off by now!
"Get off me you..! - Mmmpphhh..."
Right when he was about to yell, Francis pressed his lips on Arthur's, Grabbing the Englishman's shoulders as they made out. England slowly melted into the kiss, Cupping Francis's cheeks as he felt something wet against his lips, Francis's tongue. Both of their eyes closed as they got closer and closer to eachother, Breath hot against skin. Arthur parted both his lips slightly, Letting eachother's tongues slide in, Saliva swirling together. Arthur let out soft moans while they made out, His eyes half-lidded as he soaked in the intimacy.
They were like that for a moment before Arthur's phone rang, Letting it miss until the fourth ring, When they actually parted. Both Francis and Arthur were out of breath, Gasping for air as Francis gripped Arthur's shoulder to stay up. Arthur wiped his mouth, Grabbing his phone to answer the call. It was Alfred.
"Yo dude! Why are you so late?"
On Alfred's perspective, The only thing he heard on the other side was heavy breathing and soft whimpers.
"You and Francis are like.. Way late. Like thirty minutes late! Are you two doing anything? "
Arthur has put a hand over Francis's mouth, Trying not to make him giggle or laugh of any way.
"Didn't he tell you that the conference changed? You should probably like.. Be in his car now, dude! "
"Then go faster! It's almost time for the Allies presentation. "
Arthur would slap Francis's face softly, Gesturing him to go back to driving. He'd hang up the phone immediately, Wiping his mouth. The scowl still plastered on his face. He looked at Francis, Driving peacefully... Holy shit. Did they just kiss?
Fic name: I don't love you!
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