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Loveless Marriage (FrUK) Chapter 11

Loveless Marriage

Chapter 11

Word Count: 4,496

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It had been about a week since Francis and Arthur spoke. They hadn’t really seen each other either because the Englishman made sure to leave before the Frenchman woke up or he would get home so late that the other man was already asleep. On days that Arthur didn’t leave the house, he would stay in his bedroom all day and complete work from there. Francis was starting to wonder if he was a ghost, if he didn’t even exist.

It was a miserable existence, but Francis used work as a distraction. He didn’t share his frustrations or embarrassing stories with Feliciano. Instead, he pretended like nothing bad happened, like he had no life problems and he was happy to be living abroad, working at a flower shop.

Escapism worked well for Francis until he returned home each night to either be alone or be ignored– he wasn’t sure which was worse at this point. Arthur wouldn’t even eat his food anymore, and Francis honestly had no clue where or what he was eating. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the thought that the Englishman might be eating meals with someone else all day…

“How’s your fiancé?”

Francis was cutting flower stems in silence, something that he usually did while humming softly. He was working slower than usual, too, as if he was in some sort of trance, lost in deep thought about his recent misfortunes. However, he was pulled out of his thoughts when his perceptive coworker noticed a change in his body language.

“What?” Francis replied, a mix of surprise and sadness in his eyes when he heard someone bring up the very person he had been thinking about.

“You mentioned that you have a fiancé a few times before, so I was wondering how he is,” Feliciano replied softly, taking some of the flowers to help the Frenchman cut the stems.

Francis was quiet for a moment, motionless as he stared down at the stems.

“How is he..? I wonder that, too,” Francis murmured, his voice almost a whisper. Then, he suddenly returned to trimming the flower stems as if he hadn’t just froze for an abnormal amount of time.

Feliciano glanced over at the other man, who refused to make eye contact with him, with an empathetic look on his face. He wasn’t sure what happened, but he could tell that Francis was really upset because of something that happened between him and his fiancé.

“Are you two fighting..?” Feliciano asked hesitantly, hoping he was prying into his coworker’s personal life too much.

“Something like that,” Francis replied, still keeping his gaze fixated on the flowers in his hands.

“Why don’t you bring him some flowers again? I’m sure it will ease the tension between you two, at least some, and then you can talk,” Feliciano suggested.

Francis finally made eye contact with Felciano as he started to seriously ponder the Italian man’s suggestion. He knew that it wouldn’t fix everything, but like Feliciano had said, it would probably release some tension and at least break the ice…

“D’accord, I’ll take your advice,” Francis replied, smiling warmly at Feliciano, who immediately mirrored his smile.

Francis returned home with a bouquet of red roses, just like he had given Arthur last time, and carefully arranged them in the same vase from before, which was still sitting on the kitchen counter.

Arthur wasn’t home yet, but Francis decided that he would wait in the kitchen until he came home, that way he couldn’t avoid him or sneak past him.

The Frenchman prepared dinner, cooking for two even though Arthur had either been eating premade meals or someone else’s food. He figured that he would offer him dinner and roses and he wouldn’t be able to avoid talking to him for at least a little bit.

Hours passed and Francis couldn’t help but feel frustrated when he thought about how he cooked dinner for the other man but he was coming home at a terribly late time just to avoid him.

And that was exactly what happened. Francis ate dinner alone, which he let become cold because he had foolishly assumed that today might be the one day the Englishman would come home on time. After he put the leftovers away, he cleaned up the kitchen, scrubbing the counters and mopping the floor more times than it needed to be done in hopes that when Arthur came home and saw him he would just think that Francis was busy, not that he was waiting up all night for him.

Eventually, Francis sat back down at the table, exhausted and frustrated. He lay his head down on the table, telling himself that he would just rest for a second and then he would go back to finding things to clean, but… he passed out.

The quiet jingle of keys could be heard from outside, and then the front door opened. Arthur was surprised to see the kitchen light on so late. He tensed when he noticed the Frenchman sitting at the table, but then he did a double take when he realized he was passed out.

The Englishman stared at him for a few, his keys and bags still in hand as he tried to make sense of why the other man was sleeping on a kitchen chair instead of in his own bed. Then, as he glanced around the room, he noticed that the kitchen was spotless. Everything was clean and organized. The only thing that stood out was the bouquet of fresh, red roses, arranged beautifully in the intricate glass vase from before.

Arthur’s chest felt tight when he saw the flowers, recalling how Francis had bought him the same ones before. He must’ve been waiting up all night to talk to him, Arthur thought. He felt kind of guilty until he reminded himself why they weren’t speaking in the first place and his thoughts turned sour.

Carefully, Arthur slipped past the table, hoping he could avoid the other man like he had been. But, in spite of his efforts, the jingling of his keys as he passed by was enough to make the Frenchman open his eyes.

“Arthur..?” Francis called out groggily. He couldn’t believe he had stayed up so late and yet he still ended up passing out at the kitchen table, of all places.

The Englishman hesitated when he heard his name, but then continued in the other direction anyway.

“Arthur! Wait!” Francis called out, stumbling as he tried to stand up from the table after just waking up.

Arthur continued to walk away from Francis, picking up his pace some when he heard the sound of the other man’s footsteps behind him.

“We live in the same house– you can’t keep avoiding me like this..!” Francis called out, frantically chasing the Englishman up the staircase.

“It’s like I said– you disgust me and I don’t want to see or talk to you,” Arthur replied coldly as he stood still on the top step, his heart aching at the sound of his own words.

Francis felt a pain in his chest, too, when the first words out of the other man’s mouth were yet again ones of disdain. Could he truly never forgive him?

“Arthur, I want to apologize to you and–”

“No apology will fix what you did,” Arthur interrupted, abruptly turning around to face the Frenchman, a look of anger and hurt on his face as they locked eyes.

“And I want to clear up the… misunderstanding,” Francis finished his sentence anyway.

“Misunderstanding?” Arthur repeated with a sarcastic laugh.

“Oui, I…” Francis hesitated as he took a step closer to Arthur, moving up a step so they were eye level. “What happened at the hotel was…” The Frenchman’s eyes averted towards the ground.

“Yes?” Arthur urged, impatiently crossing his arms as his icy gaze never left the man across from him.

“It was meaningless. I was so drunk I can’t even remember what led to it, but I can assure you that I would never want to do something like that with you..! I mean– you and I, together in a relationship? Really? We can’t stand each other! It’s been driving me insane to think that you would even suggest that I would want to have sex with you..!” Francis blurted out, feeling like he was a star in some sort of cheesy highschool play.

He was lying through his teeth.

Arthur hadn’t moved at all, an unreadable expression on his face as he seemed to pause and contemplate what the other man just said. Francis watched the Englishman’s eyes impatiently, wondering what was going through his head, if he bought the act, or if that false information even meant anything to him.

Well, it was partially false information. It was true that Francis had been terribly drunk, that he couldn’t remember much, and that he wouldn’t force himself on Arthur. But the lie was that he didn’t want to be in a relationship with the other man. In fact, after their sham of a honeymoon getaway together, he couldn’t be anymore sure that he had feelings for the Brit.

“I wish you’d put it that way sooner,” Arthur replied, both his tone and gaze softening when he said so. Francis didn’t know if he should be relieved or heartbroken.

“The thought of you and I in a relationship is definitely laughable, isn’t it?” Arthur continued, a smile grazing his lips for the first time since they were in Seychelles.

Now he could at least identify how he felt as heartbreak.

“Oui, it’s truly a bizarre thought,” Francis replied unenthusiastically.

“Let’s put this behind us then…” Arthur started, his tone returning to a more serious one again. “But you’ve got to promise not to tell anyone what happened that night, okay? On that condition, we’ll just forget about the whole thing…”

“D’accord… I promise,” Francis agreed, trying his best to hide how deflated he suddenly felt. It was somehow a worse feeling than before, even though he was elated to talk to the other man again.

“Alright… Good night then,” Arthur replied dismissively, turning around and continuing upstairs without waiting for a response. He was probably hoping that he wouldn’t have to deal with Francis suggesting they share a bed again. Although, the Frenchman no longer had any intention of suggesting a thing like that.

Francis went to bed alone that night, conflicted about whether or not he made the right choice by lying like that. Sure, Arthur was willing to talk to him again, but at what cost..?

It was much later than Francis usually woke up, and he probably would have continued sleeping, too, if he wasn’t awoken by a few knocks on his door.

“Francis?” A familiar voice called out, causing the Frenchman to slowly open his eyes and roll over on his side.

“Come in,” Francis replied with a groan. He had slept more than usual and yet he felt even more exhausted than usual. It was most likely because despite being in bed for so long, he hadn’t truly been sleeping the entire time. He stayed up the entire night, tossing and turning as he contemplated everything wrong in his life.

Francis was disgusted by the way Arthur could destroy his entire day just by stringing a few words together. The worst part was probably that the Englishman didn’t even realize he was doing it.

Arthur opened the door, fully dressed in trousers, a button down cardigan and loafers. He looked a bit irritated when his eyes slowly made their way down to the Frenchman who was still in bed.

“I was going to… ask if you wanted to come shopping with me today in London…” Arthur said, his thick eyebrows furrowing as he realized that if the other man said yes, he would be waiting forever for him to get ready.

The Frenchman held back his surprise and… excitement when he heard what the other man proposed. Yes, the way Arthur’s words could lift his mood in an instant disgusted him, too. When did he become this way? “I guess so… You probably need someone like me to go with you so you know what kind of things to buy…” Francis mumbled into his pillow, his attempt at seeming uninterested coming off as more of an insult.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Arthur asked, his eye twitching as he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed. He was hoping that the Frenchman would get up and start getting ready sometime this year.

“Nothing,” Francis replied with a yawn as he finally sat up.

“Well, you’ll have to be ready soon though if you’re coming. I don’t want to have to drive home in the dark,” Arthur said, standing back up straight. “I’ll make you breakfast and you can eat it on the way or something…”

“Non, please don’t,” Francis replied so quickly that Arthur couldn’t help but be a little offended. Was it really that bad?

“Just hurry up,” Arthur said, his cheeks tinged red with embarrassment as he shut the door and headed back downstairs.

Surprisingly, Francis didn’t take too long to get ready and Arthur didn’t subject him to his awful cooking. The two of them headed off for London and the skies appeared to be bright and sunny.

Understandably, there was an awkward tension between the two of them, albeit for different reasons. However, without words, they both agreed to try and make things work. They cracked jokes and passive aggressively roasted each other until they got to the city. It was as though nothing had changed between them…

“What do you think of this one? It’s nice, isn’t it?” Arthur asked, his green eyes settling on the Frenchman as he lightly pulled on the bottom of a long, plaid trench coat that was hanging on a rack in front of him.

“Hm? That one?” Francis murmured, putting his hand on the coat, too. He seemed inattentive despite how long he gazed at the coat in front of him. His mind drifted off into thoughts about how Arthur’s hand was so close to his, how he swore he could feel warmth radiating from him.

Ultimately, the only quiet response Arthur was left with was, “It suits you.”

Then, Francis turned away and continued on in the same direction that the two of them had been walking in. Confused, Arthur looked back at Francis, then the coat again, and ended up pulling it off the rack to follow after the Frenchman.

“That’s not necessarily a compliment, you know? Is it a nice coat or isn’t it?” Arthur repeated his question, his cheeks tinged pink as he realized he was basically begging for the other man’s fashion advice.

Arthur ended up buying the coat and the two of them headed off to the next store that caught their eyes, a street fashion clothing store. It wasn’t particularly either one of their styles, but part of going into the city was seeing things that they usually didn’t see, right?

As they walked through the store, Arthur saw a pair of black, ripped, oversized jeans and ran over to them. He pulled them off the rack and held them up to his waist in front of a mirror to see what they looked like without the hassle of actually trying them on.

Francis slowly walked behind him, cocking an eyebrow in confusion as he stood behind the Englishman and watched him in the mirror. He soon realized that Arthur wasn’t actually considering buying the pants, but was just joking around. He heard him start to speak, a big grin on his face, but… he couldn’t hear him.

Something about the way Arthur was messing around, being so carefree and playful, as if no one else existed but the two of them… it reminded Francis of walking around Seychelles and taking stupid pictures in straw hats and gaudy sunglasses. He felt disgusted with himself for even considering it, but he wanted to cry. His heart ached at the thought that the Englishman didn’t return his feelings, that he would probably be elated if he never had to see him or deal with him again.

“Did you know that I wanted to be in a band when I was in high school?” Arthur mused, laughing at himself as he put the pants back on the rack.

“Oh? What stopped you?” Francis asked, his jaw clenched tight as he mentally talked himself out of suddenly crying. He would surely be worse off if he did something like that.

“My parents,” Arthur replied, his mood visibly becoming sour. “As you know, they like making choices for me,” He added, giving Francis a small smile.

“Oui, clearly mine do, too,” Francis replied weakly, assuming that Arthur was referring to the arranged marriage.

“Well, hopefully we won’t have to deal with this whole thing much longer. I heard from my parents that your family’s wine business is slowly, but surely, starting back up,” Arthur murmured, shifting through clothes on the racks as he passed by them.

“Oh, is that so? I didn’t know that,” Francis replied, his voice almost a whisper as he started to space out again. He couldn’t help but feel hurt that Arthur didn’t even seem to notice the way he hadn’t been paying attention…

“Really? They’re your parents…” Arthur replied, his eyebrows furrowed as he glanced over at the other man, who was looking down at a shirt in front of him. It didn’t look like the sort of shirt that would usually catch his eye, so the Englishman assumed that he had become bored of the store and zoned out.

“Anyway, do you want to go somewhere else now?” Arthur initiated, periwinkle eyes meeting his. “We passed a decent looking bakery on the way here. I think they might have had macarons.”

“Let’s go there then,” Francis replied so quickly that he made Arthur let out a small laugh.

“You could’ve told me that you were hungry..!”

“Well, I wasn’t hungry until you mentioned macarons,” Francis joked, his mood seeming to lift at the thought of food. Maybe he was just overthinking things because he had gotten hungry.

Nonchalantly, Francis looped his arm around Arthur’s arm and pulled him along out of the store. The Englishman didn’t seem to mind though because he left it there.

“Which way was it?” Francis asked, glancing down at the map Arthur had opened on his phone.

“It looks like it’s that way,” Arthur replied, struggling to point because he was holding his phone, shopping bags, and now Francis was clinging to his other arm.

They eventually found the bakery, which was rather extravagant and expensive, just as one would expect of a specialty bakery in a big city. It was a café as well, so they both ordered a cup of coffee and various different kinds of baked goods. Normally, Arthur would’ve gotten a tea, but he was trying to take Francis’s recommendations, because although he was reluctant to admit it, the Frenchman did have great taste.

They chose a window seat which gave them a nice view of the city around them. However, the sky that had been bright and sunny for the majority of the day had abruptly become gray and cloudy.

“I suppose I jinxed it by saying that I didn’t want to drive home in the dark,” Arthur mused. As soon as he finished his sentence, the sound of thunder rumbled through the bakery, causing the lights to dim for a moment. Then, a heavy rain started.

“Non, I think that there was jinxing it,” Francis replied with a small laugh before he took a sip of his coffee and turned to look out the window in awe. It was unbelievable how quickly the weather had changed.

“Well hopefully it will let up soon,” Arthur murmured, using the side of his fork to cut a piece of the pastry in front of him.

Once again, Arthur had jinxed it. The rain never let up, and eventually the two of them had been there too long. Hours had passed, the sun went down completely, and the bakery was going to close in less than a half an hour.

“Aren’t there any hotels nearby?” Francis asked, standing up. He started to clean up their table, stacking the garbage onto one plate so it would be easier for him to carry it over to the trash can.

“That’s what I’m looking for…” Arthur murmured, bent over his phone as he scrolled through lists of nearby hotels. “It looks like the closest hotel is a two minute walk away, but even so, we’ll still get drenched…”

“It seems that we’re going to get wet regardless, so you might as well call that one and see if they’ve got any rooms available,” Francis replied before he walked away with the garbage.

When Francis returned, Arthur had just finished up his phone call.

“They said they’ve got a room available and they’re willing to hold it for us if we make it there within the next fifteen minutes,” Arthur said as he stood up and started to collect his bags.

Francis gulped when he heard Arthur say they had a room available– a room. Just one? Was it really a good idea for the two of them to share a hotel room again?

“D’accord, let’s get going then,” Francis replied, grabbing his bags, too.

The rain never let up, so they were completely drenched when they reached the hotel. Somehow, running in the rain was kind of fun though.

“Mr. Bonnefoy-Kirkland?” The receptionist asked, making Arthur blush in embarrassment and Francis chuckle.

After the ceremony, they hadn’t been able to agree on who would take whose name, as both of them were reluctant to give up their own name. The only possible agreement they could come to was to use both of their names with a hyphen in alphabetical order. The alphabetical order part was Francis’s idea, of course.

“Yes, is the room available?” Arthur replied, reluctantly answering to the name.

“Yes, we have it all set up for you two,” The woman replied, a smile on her face as she handed Arthur the key.

“Thank you,” Arthur replied, swiping his card to pay for the room before the two of them went upstairs to find their room.

Eventually they found room 212, which was a rather large room– a luxury suite, to be exact. The only problem was that…

“What kind of joke is this?” Arthur asked loudly, his voice shaking as if he was terribly offended by what was in front of him.

There was only one bed.

Francis let out a heavy sigh and set his bags down on the floor.

“Well, what did you say to the receptionist on the phone?” Francis asked, mostly due to his own curiosity. Did Arthur go around calling him his fiancé, he wondered.

“I said that two people, two men, needed a room for the night because of the storm,” Arthur replied, seeming more and more annoyed and worked up as time passed. “I mean, do I really seem–”

Arthur was cut off when Francis let out a laugh that he failed to hold back. He pretended he was just coughing or choking when the Englishman glared daggers at him.

“You think this is funny?”

“Non, non,” Francis replied, waving his hand as he continued to cough in an attempt to cover up that he was only laughing harder when Arthur got more upset about it.

Irritated, Arthur stormed out of the room and went back down to the lobby, determined to get a second bed.

“Excuse me,” Arthur started, a forced smile on his face as he approached the receptionist again.

“Yes, sir? Was there a problem with your room?”

“Yes, yes, there was.”

The receptionist seemed surprised to hear that there was something wrong with the room, but was eager to help resolve whatever the issue was.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry to hear that. What’s the issue?”

“There’s only one bed in our room,” Arthur replied, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

“Oh, I…” The receptionist’s cheeks flushed, too. “I just thought that because you two have the same last name… that you… Not to mention that the two of you suit each other quite well…” She trailed off in embarrassment.

She then started to hurriedly click through different rooms on the computer behind the counter in an attempt to find a different room before the uncomfortable conversation could continue any further.

“It’s not like that!” Arthur raised his voice defensively, his cheeks now completely crimson.

They suited each other? That was the same word Francis used to describe the coat Arthur had bought earlier. Once again, he was left wondering if it was really a compliment. All the two of them did was fight, so surely the woman, who was merely a stranger, was mistaken.

“I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding, but the last room with two beds has already been taken. And there aren’t any single bed rooms available tonight either… Again, I’m really sorry,” The receptionist replied, avoiding eye contact with the Englishman after he raised his voice.

“I, um, I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have yelled,” Arthur replied awkwardly before he turned around and went back upstairs.

When Arthur got back to the room, Francis was sitting on a chair, drying his wet hair with one of the hotel towels. He glanced up at the Englishman.

“What did she say?”

Arthur ignored Francis and walked past him.

“It doesn’t matter. This whole thing has me exhausted, so I’m going to sleep now,” Arthur eventually replied dismissively.

“She thought we were a couple, didn’t she?” Francis teased, a smirk forming on his face.

“Only because of our stupid last names..!” Arthur replied, getting worked up again. “Now where do you want to sleep– the bed or the couch?”

“Well, since you asked, the bed.”

“Fine,” Arthur replied as though he was disappointed, but too tired to object. In fact, as soon as he heard a response, he started moving a blanket and pillow over to the couch.

“Just because I’m going to sleep in the bed doesn't mean that you can’t, too. We are married after all,” Francis continued to tease the Englishman as he walked over to the bed.

“At this point I wish you would invite the receptionist to the bed so she would get whatever idea she has about me out of her head…”

“It might get that idea out of her head about me, but not about you. Bonne nuit!” Francis replied in a singsong tone as he turned off the light.

“Oh shut it!” Arthur yelled, tossing his pillow at the Frenchman from across the room– a decision which left him stumbling around in the dark trying to find it for quite awhile…

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headingalaxys-spicy · 4 months

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Hi there! I love your blog, could I please request what traits America and England would look in a potential s/o, and what kind of partner they are with them?

Thank you I'm glad you like my writing! :) Hope your Sunday is going smoothly.

I am going to be writing this from the viewpoint of the human AU, non-yandere and gender neutral. But more like real-life scenarios that are easy to conceptualize.

⭐️ Alfred ⭐️

He can handle many different people, but he prefers they all have a strong personality. You are confident, resilient, take responsibility, and things like that. He finds it endearing when he can go toe to toe with you like cracking jokes and making silly bets. It’s a fun push and pull between the two of you. It keeps the relationship fun. He will prank you on occasion, but it's harmless things like hiding whoopie cushions in random places so you can trigger them.

(He wouldn’t do dumb shit that tries to hurt your feelings, harms you, etc. He’s dumb, but not that kind of dumb.)

He enjoys having a fun date nite with his sweetheart, and to keep it interesting, he’s made a jar where you’ll pull out a paper that will tell you where you’ll have dinner and/or activity. Usually happens on a Friday because Fridays are fantastic.

Alfred loves doing Saturday morning classic cartoons or superhero movies with you while you eat some ungodly sugary cereal with more color than a rainbow.

He loves it when you sit in his lap whenever you watch Netflix, TV, Livestream, etc.

He struggles to express himself & confront issues in your relationship. He can be dismissive or ignore your feelings either because he doesn’t get it or he’s not so great at recognizing when he’s said or done something to offend you. You’ll have to have a talk with him about these things. Alfred will take those conversations to heart, but starting the conversation is the most challenging part.

The two of you enjoy “trying” to cook but fail miserably. You make something that is slightly palatable or stick to simple things like chili dogs, burgers, or the classic PB&J sandwich. On the days you really fuck up the food it’s time to throw in the towel and order take-out.

Alfred enjoys poking and squeezing your thighs or picking you up and holding you in the air randomly. When you’ve been away from him for a few days or an extended period of time he will charge at you like a bull to hug you.

“(Y/N) I’ve missed you, babe!!!!!”

Depending on how long you’ve been dating he will slowly let his guard down. Alfred will elaborate on his insiecurites about how he craves for people to like him. He will talk at length about the things he does in order to do that and how it takes a toll on him in his endeavors to maintain that.

Alfred loves holding your hand. It does not matter where you are sports games, movie theatre, dinner etc he loves the way your fingers intertwine with his.

Alfred will slowly bring your hand up to his lips and kiss the back of your hand gently.

🪄 Arthur 🪄

Way picker than Alfred when it comes to who he chooses to date. He tends to look for people who are empathetic and kind. He wants the opposite of himself since he's kinda stuck-up. It plays out in the relationship, but in general, it’s nothing severe. However, when he is being a dickhead, you will have to be able to match his energy and be like Alfred & LOUDLY call him out. Mans will instantly get the message when you do. However, he will be a moody mope for the next couple of days afterward. (It’s nothing that High Tea and a conversation can’t fix) You’ll have to give him some time to process it.

Arthur enjoys taking you out to fancy dinners all across London. Since he can’t cook himself, he’s got to salute your appetite by showing you he knows what good food tastes like. Just he doesn’t have the capabilities to replicate it. Or, on most nights, he will bring home take-away food.

Arthur takes you to the White Swan bar often so the two of you can have drinks & chat. It’s his way of being able to maintain closeness to you. He loves having quiet nights with you. Date nights tend to involve board games and watching a new episode of that show that both of you like, or on occasion; he can be spontaneous and be like, “Let's go to (insert country name that you’ve always wanted to visit) and have a fun excursion.

Weekly Wednesday high-tea is a thing for you. He does even plan out cute matching outfits for you to wear. These outfits tend to range from being decked out in lace or having a nice pressed pink suit. (Looks similar to the Barbie Day-to-Night Doll) or any other fancy outfit he can think of.

On the weekends, his favorite pastime is to lay in bed with you lazily until late into the morning. Of course, cuffing is his favorite thing to do right next to snogging.

Like Alfred, Arthur struggles to express himself to you or avoids conversations where he has to unpack the unsavory parts of his personality. It’s difficult for him since he’s the youngest of his 3 brothers. He has a chip on his shoulder because he has had to fight for attention, love, & adulation. Unlike Alfred, he has a level of self-awareness that stops him from saying horrendous things that could upset you or damage your relationship in such a way that you would consider ending it. Arthur is afraid to be alone, even if he won’t admit it.

Arthur will be eager to show you his hobbies, like his connection to the occult through his family. He may or may not ask you want to do an Ouija board session with him. If you tend to be one of the more adventurous types he may even want to do urban exploring with you because Arthur likes his spooky shit.

He dotes on you a lot like the perfect gentleman he’ll always open the door for you and pull out your seat. Arthur ensures that you always have a safe passage home, if not he’ll drive you there himself, especially if you’ve had a rough day and he’ll lend his ears to you. As he listens you begin to cry, Arthur will pause and pull over. As you continue on about your plight his right hand will comfort yours. His left holds your face and wipes away your tears.

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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Hetalia: Allies Forces Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below. Also, starting now. I also accept headcanons and scenarios for 2p Hetalia other than just 1p Hetalia.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

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America

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭

S/O Tells them "You're lucky you are cute" 🍭❤️

Taking care of their sick S/O (Part One)🍭

Reuniting Their S/O for a Long Time🥀🍭

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Two) 🧐🍭

With a Scenekid S/O 🧐

S/O Dying in their arms🥀🗡️

England

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

S/O Tells them "You're lucky you are cute" 🍭❤️

Taking care of their sick S/O (Part One)🍭

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Two) 🧐🍭

When S/O Have a Nightmare🥀🍭

Crushing Headcannons❤️🍭🧸

Canada

Having a Thief S/O🧐❤️😐

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

Taking Care of their sick S/O (Part 2) 🍭

Their S/O Can do a Parkour 🧐🍭😐

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Three) ❤️🍭

S/O Angry because weren't Invited by their Sibling/Friend To Their Event🥀🍭❤️

Having Cocky S/O 😂❤️🧐

France

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

S/O Tells them "You're lucky you are cute" 🍭❤️

Taking care of their sick S/O (Part One)🍭

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Two) 🧐🍭

S/O Dying in their arms🥀🗡️

Having Cocky S/O😂❤️🧐

China

Taking Care of their sick S/O (Part 2) 🍭

S/O having difficulty celebrating their Birthday🥀🍭

S/O Tells them "You're lucky you are cute" 🍭❤️

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Three) ❤️🍭

Having an Artistic S/O ❤️🍭🧸

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Russia

Having a Lovely and Affectionate S/O❤️🍭

Taking Care of their sick S/O (Part 2) 🍭

S/O Tells them "You're lucky you are cute" 🍭❤️

S/O having difficulty celebrating their Birthday🥀🍭

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Three) ❤️🍭

Trying To Be Romantic To Make Their S/O Notice❤️🍭🧸

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mpregfrance · 1 year

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extra!! extra!! big update!!!

new dancing with a stranger is up!!! franny is finally introduced to the kids!!!

im so sorry this took so long but its a long one and i hope it's everything you wanted <3

#my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #hetalia #ukfr #fruk #face family #mommy and daddy #aph france #aph england #francis bonnefoy #françois #arthur kirkland #england hetalia #france hetalia #fluff #domestic fluff

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zeplerfer · 5 months

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USUK Fics of 2023

Instead of the usual Christmas fic recommendations, I've decided to highlight some delightful USUK fics that were written or updated in 2023. Read and enjoy!

Canonverse

caressed by thorns by aiwendor - America's soulmate mark is a rose.

Flutter Notes by DemonicPiano - England receives love notes from a secret admirer.

I Wish That We Could Be Real Too by tangerine_machine - America is an expert on taking drunken England home. Too bad they both suck at confessing their feelings.

In the Trenches by PromiseOfGrayskull - England and America share a fag and discuss love.

Cardverse

Crescit Eundo by Orestiad - Two squabbling royal princes finally find romance as young adults.

The Only One for Me by aiwendor - Prince Alfred is forced to hold a ball to help him find his queen.

Rewind by BritishShinshi - Queen Arthur pays the price for saving his King's life.

Drunk with your Love by CharlotteKensington - The King of Spades confesses his feelings after too much wine.

Fluff

1-800-DIAL-A-HERO by AveryBlair - Super villain!Arthur has to call a foe for help.

Fell Off by amine - Alfred and Arthur are a couple of YouTubers in love.

With Golden Hairs, Our Stolen Hearts by WhyHowdyThereExtras - Arthur is jealous of Alfred's new puppy.

Flirting

The (not-so-charming) Prince Charming by WhitRewritesCanon - Alfred swipes right and starts dating a prince.

and sugar, we're going down swinging by nyoengland - Alfred does a photoshoot with the sexiest member of a British boy band.

Fake Boyfriend

Limited time offer by CharlotteKensington - Alfred rents out his dating services to make some quick cash.

I Know What You Want (From Me) by ixiepixie - Alfred needs a fake boyfriend to deal with his family.

Inspired by a TV series

Wayfaring Strangers by Orestiad - Alfred is humanity's last hope for a cure during the zombie apocalypse and Arthur is the one in charge of keeping him alive. Based on the Last of Us(UK) ;)

The Season by hetaswag - Lord Arthur Kirkland is an eligible bachelor during the social season teaching a handsome American how to be a gentleman. Based on Bridgerton.

Sexy Smut (USUK)

Simple Chemistry by Orestiad - Alfred suffers from some kind of alien Viagra toxin and Arthur is the cure. Star Trek AU.

cast all your spells on me by flybynight - Alfred needs help from a powerful and very sexy sorcerer.

Pinned in Place by gummycola - The Demon King imprisons a sexy incubus for funsies.

Just Desserts by haleydawnisaur - America distracts England from baking with sex.

Punk Smut (UKUS)

A Closer Look by alifeasvivid - Arthur's tattoo earns him an admirer on the Tube (and in bed).

All According to Fantasy by WhyHowdyThereExtras - Punk Arthur picks up his diner waiter.

#usuk #ukus #fic recs

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melis-writes · 1 year

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Arthur Kirkland fluff please? Maybe he just got home from work and wants to cuddle with the reader.

Arthur Kirkland fluff prompt coming right up!! I love him so much, your honor. 🥺❤️ Now I just have to cuddle with him. 🥰

This Moment.

Arthur lets a long, drawn-out sigh, pushing open the front door and stepping inside his apartment.

Mentally exhausted and worn out from a full day of trial only for the jury to begin arguing with one another and the judge to storm out, Arthur’s already tired tomorrow from knowing how much paperwork and overtime he’ll have to do.

Arthur’s tie has loosened and hangs crooked over his chest, one of his dress shirt buttons has popped off and he neither has the will or energy to pretend like he’s not slouching.

Warmth crosses over Arthur’s expression when he looks up to see the lights in the living room are dim and low; a sign you’re already snuggled up in bed but not yet asleep.

Shrugging off his messenger bag and slipping out of his dress shoes, Arthur makes his way towards the bedroom—finding the door ajar and only a lamp on to illuminate the room.

Snuggled up under the covers with your back against a propped up pillow and a mug of hot chocolate in your hands, your eyes brighten at the sight of Arthur by the door.

“Hi, baby,” Arthur greets you, raking a hand through his hair. "Finally back."

“Hi,” your cheeks flare up with blush, “I didn’t hear you come in. That late, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Arthur mumbles, approaching the bed. “I didn’t know I’d be staying that late either. You’d be surprised what Judge Francis can do when he’s in a shitty mood.”

“How did it all go?” You frown, sitting up in bed and kicking off the covers. “I mean, I know the preliminary trial as a mess and all, but…”

“The jury didn’t started arguing amidst one another and throwing punches is all I’ll say,” Arthur sets his suit jacket over the armchair in the corner of the room with his tie. “The prosecutor riled them up but who does Judge Francis blame, me? Ugh,” Arthur groans, plopping down on the bed. “It was a mess.”

“But you’d never find yourself doing anything else,” you give Arthur a reassuring smile, caressing his face.

“Exactly,” Arthur cracks a smile, pecking a kiss over your lips. “And that’s how you know I’ll never change, so as long as everything else doesn’t.”

“You’re a good man, Arthur,” your hands move down to Arthur’s shoulders, tenderly massaging over them. “You are. You’re also just too hard on yourself and refuse to see it. Then again,” you roll your eyes, “dealing with Judge Francis isn’t a walk in the park.”

“It was better when you still worked in the D.A.’s office,” Arthur relaxes his muscles, beginning to unbutton down his dress shirt. “At least I had something to look forward to.”

“But you still come home to me,” you let out a soft laugh as you pull the duvet covers over Arthur too. "Come here. Mm, I've missed you."

“I need you to come to me,” Arthur murmurs, nuzzling your neck. “I miss you all the time.”

“I’ll make up for it,” blushing, you both embrace one another over the plush duvet and layers of cozy blankets upon the bed—laying in each other’s arms in peace.

“I want nothing more,” Arthur speaks softly, lacing a hand with you. “If I could get away with it, the only thing I’d do is just lay here.”

“Yeah?” You let out a soft laugh, planting a sweet kiss over Arthur’s cheek. “I think I’d prefer that too. Keep the moment going forever.”

“You’re the only comfort I know,” Arthur rubs his eyes, exhaustion speaking through his tone of voice. “That’s why.”

“You’re a good man, Arthur Kirkland,” you whisper against his forehead before kissing it, stroking your hands through Arthur’s silky, black hair softly. “And I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Arthur’s eyes meet with yours—a smile growing over his lips.

#and justice for all au #and justice for all x reader #arthur kirkland x reader #and justice for all prompts #al pacino x reader #arthur kirkland x oc

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the-heaminator · 2 months

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i have like a dozen more I'll get to then

#The heam polls #The heam writes #Help meee

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moonstone-vibe · 7 months

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I'm not going on anon, and also not telling anyone to continue a chain.

Top 3 fics of yours that you wish everyone would read—GO!

Oh wow, thanks for asking (it really made my day <3). I'll stick with Hetalia here:

End of Innocence

Rome, 1544. As the fires of the Inquisition light the squares of Rome, the young priest Feliciano Vargas lives a life of silent terror in the shadow of his corrupt and ambitious older brother. Still, what he doesn’t know is that he’s a mere pawn in a web of intrigue and that in the end, no one will be spared

(fucked-up by excellence)

2. La Mort et Le Petit Lapin

Victorian England AU - the newly appointed detective Arthur Kirkland and his colleague A. Jones are trying to find the culprit behind a series of monstrous crimes. But Death has long fingers and this mission might very well be their last. Non-fluff, non-con FRUK, dark themes, vampirism.

(great Halloween read, still fucked-up)

3. No truth

There were no clean-cut truths in this and Alin knew that in the end – if he lived – he'd be left wondering which one of them was more fucked up in the head… Dark no-fluff BulRo fic with some AusHun

(toxic patterns and ... yeah, fucked-up)

I think they are the best in my opinion and I love them but fair warning, they're DARK, especially the first two.

#fanfic writing #my stuff

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hetalia-reacts · 2 years

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Do you have any head canons for how England's brothers would treat him? How would they react to a sobbing England? (nothing mean please, I need fluff)

Scotland

Alister Kirkland treats Arthur like most older siblings do

He takes the complete piss out of him at every opportunity he gets

Shoves him, teases him, purposely does things he hates, makes fun of his mythical pets, the whole 9 yards honestly

He’s also a tough love kind of person, especially to Arthur

However, just because he may not be on the best of terms with Arthur, and just because it may seem like he doesn’t care doesn’t mean that’s true

If he catches Arthur crying, full on sobbing, he comforts him in his own caring but awkward ways

Alister will sit next to Arthur, one arm around him pulling him into a side hug while he looks forward and let’s him cry until he can’t anymore

It’s not the fluffiest, he’s not one to offer many encouraging words either

but he lets it be known through his actions that he’s here for Arthur whenever he needs him

Northern Ireland

Connor Kirkland is somewhat similar to Alister in how he treats Arthur

He can and will take every opportunity to take the piss out of Arthur and make him squirm

Unlike Alister though, he gets less physical and resorts to more psychological torture

Connor can and will sneak up on Arthur to scare the life out of him, and will often bring up Ireland to make Arthur uncomfortable

Not to mention he can have quite a mouth on him and he’s got plenty of rude things to say

However, seeing Arthur full on sobbing would definitely trigger the more overprotective brother side of him

Not to say it’s not going to be awkward, he’s not the closest with Arthur, but that won’t stop him from sitting there with his brother and letting him vent about whatever has him so worked up

Connor has a lot of things to say as well

He’s great at giving meaningful and deep advice and solutions to Arthur should he need or want him

Not to mention he will be kind enough to withhold his banter and never mention this moment again unless Arthur does

Wales

Dylan Kirkland is the kindest and most doting of the Kirkland brothers, especially with Arthur

If the other take every chance to take the piss out him, Dylan takes every chance to baby and dote on Arthur

Of course that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have any banter with Arthur, but it’s definitely more light hearted and less frequent

Loves taking care of his brother and is the type to bring baked goods and cooked meals to Arthur every once in a while to make sure he isn’t malnourished

Seeing Arthur sobbing will make Dylan 2 things at two different times

First and foremost, he is concerned for his younger brother

Dylan won’t be shy in giving Arthur hugs and comforting words to help him through this emotional moment

Second, Dylan is asking for names

While Dylan seems like the most well behaved and sweetest Kirkland, it doesn’t mean he’s not a force to be reckoned with

And he is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to his family, especially when it makes one of them sob like they’ve never sobbed before

Dylan will make sure this person/people never mess with his baby brother Arthur again

#hetalia #hws scotland #hws northern ireland #hws wales #hetalia world stars #Arthur Kirkland #aph england #hws england #Alister Kirkland #Connor Kirkland #Dylan Kirkland

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charlotte--kensington · 1 year

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Valentine's Day fics, part 3! @usuknetwork

In which Arthur Kirkland learns that with enough to annoy him, Francis Bonnefoy can and will solve his love problems.

After pining for Alfred for just under a year, Arthur gets a little support from his friends, just so he'll finally shut up about Alfred.

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7.9K, rated T because Gil just couldn't keep his mouth shut

Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Love Letters, Secret Admirer, Fluff, Mutual Pining

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Written for the Valentine's and White Day event of the USUKUS Network on discord, filling the prompts of Love Letters and Secret Admirer.

#writing #usukus #fanfiction #hws america #hws england #hws hetalia #usuk #love letter #secret admirer

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neufhistoires · 11 months

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Loveless Marriage (FrUK) Chapter 8

Loveless Marriage

Chapter 8

Word count: 4,626

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What a nightmare.

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t expecting you to be the one who has a problem with this… No, shouldn’t you be all ‘I don’t care if I’m marrying you, as long as I get to choose the decorations’ – which I said you could choose, if you don’t recall.”

In the dressing room at a tuxedo shop, Arthur was somehow the one who was trying to convince Francis to go through with the ceremony.

It wasn’t that Arthur wanted to go through with it either, but it was the last thing that their parents had requested of them, wasn’t it? It was something that was sure to help both of their family’s companies, so although the Englishman wasn’t a fan of it, he simply wanted to make it short and sweet, and most importantly, get it over with. Arthur had no idea why Francis was being so difficult…

Francis seemed to be in concerningly low spirits ever since he heard the news about the wedding ceremony, and it was only gradually getting worse. From his point of view, he had already decided that he liked Arthur. He struggled to directly call it love, but… what else could it have been? Regardless, to have a sham wedding with the person he was interested in was more painful than he could’ve imagined.

Since Francis wouldn’t have minded marrying Arthur one day, that was the true root cause of why he didn’t want to follow through with the wedding– Arthur wasn’t interested in him, he didn’t like him. For Arthur, it would’ve just been playing wedding for a day, but for Francis, he was drowning in thoughts of how his love wasn’t requited.

The solution to the problem seemed too simple– he could always tell Arthur how he felt. Then the Englishman would be more understanding of his melancholy, even if he didn’t reciprocate it (how could he?) and that in itself would feel like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. However, no matter how many feelings he had for the other man, Francis still couldn’t convince himself to put his pride on the line like that. He couldn’t take being rejected.

“Why don’t you just choose the decorations? I don’t care,” Francis mumbled, not even looking over at the other man as he continued to absentmindedly adjust his tie. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

“What? Did I pass that cold I had onto you?” Arthur questioned, walking over to the other man and placing the back of his hand on his forehead.

Francis’s temperature felt normal, so he had no idea why he was acting so strange. Was it that the thought of marrying Arthur publicly revolted him to the extent that he was in a state of shock?

Instead of replying to that, Francis let out an exhausted sigh and put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, lightly pushing him in the direction of the door.

“Let’s go show them these ones,” Francis said, referring to the tuxedos they had tried on. Their parents were waiting outside the fitting room.

“Wait..! Francis, are you really alright?” Arthur asked, turning to face the other man again as he placed his hand on the doorknob.

“I’m fine,” Francis replied coldly, gesturing towards the door again.

“Liar,” Arthur muttered before he opened the door and walked out in front of their parents, who immediately fawned over the suits they had chosen.

Arthur didn’t bother faking a smile, seeing as both of their parents were well aware of the fact that he didn’t want to follow through with it. Francis, however, forced what could only be described as a sad smile and continued to seem detached from everyone around him, like he was in his own world.

They listened to comments about how handsome they both looked as their parents walked up to them and even shed a few tears, which was strange seeing as it wasn’t a real marriage…

The reason their parents had been so insistent on them having an actual wedding ceremony was because people within their social circles started to speculate why they hadn’t heard anything about Francis and Arthur’s supposed relationship, and why they hadn’t seen the two together since the relationship was announced. Basically, the wedding ceremony was just a publicity stunt to try and convince people that their marriage was more than just a publicity stunt to bring attention to both of their companies. There was no reason to cry over such a thing.

After they chose their tuxedos, which Francis suspiciously had no opinion on whatsoever, they continued their wedding planning, which was somewhat rushed due to the limited amount of time Francis’s parents would be in England. Actually, they only had about a week to put the whole thing together. Fortunately, Arthur’s parents were willing to pay for most of it, which included a wedding planner who took care of making suitable invitations, inviting guests, and the decorations. The only thing they really had to focus on were making decisions for things like what food would be served and what venue it would be at.

Making decisions had turned into both a hassle and something that was much easier than usual. Francis and Arthur tended to have opposing views on what was aesthetically pleasing and what wasn’t, but even though Arthur had agreed to give Francis almost complete control over the decorations and the food, Francis kept giving dismissive, neutral responses to everything.

“Look, I understand that this whole thing doesn’t mean anything to you, and don’t get me wrong, I don’t care about it either– but just pick something..!” Arthur whisper-yelled as he leaned into Francis’s ear.

They were seated across from a professional baker, who was showing them her wedding cake design and flavor choices. There were hundreds of things to choose from, like how many tiers the cake had, the colors for the inside, the colors for the outside, what kind of decorations went on the sides and the tops, and most importantly what flavor the cake itself was. But each time the baker showed them a design or let them sample a flavor, Francis immediately said something along the lines of “that one is fine,” or, “I trust your judgment.”

“At least pretend like you care..!” Arthur leaned in and whispered again before smiling awkwardly at the woman seated across from them.

“It seems that I’m struggling to make a choice because they all sound so délicieux…” Francis started, both surprising and relieving Arthur when he finally started to say something.

But then, Francis suddenly was halfway across the table, grabbing the woman’s hand. The woman’s cheeks flushed, and Arthur looked like he was going to lose it.

“Surely it’s because they were made by someone so divine, so–”

Arthur stood up and grabbed Francis’s arm, causing Francis to look over at him and release the woman’s hand with a sigh before he casually sat back down as if nothing had happened.

“Have you forgotten why we’re here?” Arthur asked, his eye twitching.

“Non. Let’s go with the strawberry cake filling and design option C,” Francis replied, his tone suddenly cold as he stood up to leave. “And then I suppose we’ve finished this part, so let’s get going,” He added, his gaze not meeting Arthur’s again as he started to leave the room.

“I’m so sorry about that– I think all this wedding planning has him stressed,” Arthur apologized to the woman awkwardly before he ran after Francis.

“What were you thinking, flirting with a woman when we’re supposed to be convincing people that you and I are getting married?!” Arthur yelled once they got out of the store. There was still enough space between them and their parents who had been socializing in the parking lot, so they couldn’t hear their conversation.

“I guess I’m tired of lying,” Francis replied, his tone still cold despite the sad look in his eyes when they met Arthur’s.

“Well, just hold that feeling in for a few more days and we’ll be done with all of this,” Arthur replied with a huff as they eventually rejoined their parents.

If only it were that easy.

The next part was something Francis had forgotten about, and probably what would hurt him the most– they hadn’t gotten wedding rings yet.

Rings were supposed to represent unity, a sacred bond between two people who loved each other more than anything and promised to do so until death, and yet… in this case, it had no meaning. They were simply…

“They’re just rings. I don’t care which one I get. I’ll just wait here in the car,” Francis said, coming across as harsh and cold despite the anguish he was feeling.

Francis’s mother interjected, explaining that he should choose a ring because they thought he would be more opinionated to the point that they even put money back to help pay for one.

Francis felt like his stomach was twisting into a knot and it was only a matter of time until the ever-building pressure became unbearable. He couldn’t go in there and choose a ring.

“I trust that you’ll be able to choose something I like then,” Francis muttered, making no attempt to get out of the vehicle.

Their parents ended up heading into the store ahead of them, saying something about how the two of them seemed to be getting along better, so maybe Arthur could convince Francis to put more effort into choosing a ring.

“Francis– why are you being this way? I know it seems meaningless, but think of it this way– you can go in there and choose the most expensive, fancy ring if you’d like, and you don’t even have to associate it with me..!” Arthur urged, still confused as to why he was begging Francis of all people to have input on what he wanted.

“If it’s meaningless, then go choose one for me,” Francis muttered, looking out the window as he attempted to shoo the other man away from him.

However, then Francis started to ponder that idea more. He remembered when Arthur gave him the room with the best view at his parents house, and of course, how surprisingly well he had decorated it for him. Then there was the time Arthur bought wine and bread for Francis, which once again was surprisingly to his taste.

“I’m sure you’ll choose something that I like. Besides, isn’t that what married people usually do anyway? One person surprises the other with a ring, right? So it’s not really that strange if I don’t come in,” Francis reasoned, secretly pondering whether it would break his heart more or less to have a ring that Arthur had chosen.

“Oh… Well, I suppose that’s true,” Arthur agreed, finally opening the door to get out of the car. “If you really don’t mind, then I’ll do my best to pick out something that you’ll like…” Arthur murmured, his cheeks dusting pink as he closed the car door and went inside the store.

Once the rings were bought, everything for the wedding ceremony had officially been taken care of. The venue that their parents had chosen was a few hours away from where they lived, so they were all staying at a hotel. The only thing that was unfortunate, which they both didn’t dare acknowledge to each other, and especially not to their parents, was that they were staying in separate rooms.

Each night, the two of them awkwardly avoided each other before they left to go to bed, suddenly becoming aware of how strange it was that they essentially cuddled together every night despite their supposed hatred for one another. Fortunately, although for different reasons, they both would’ve died of embarrassment if their parents found out that they had been sleeping in the same bed together, so they both accepted restless nights and didn’t mention their sleepless nights to the other. That was, until the day of the wedding ceremony…

In the morning, in the hotel hallway, Francis and Arthur bumped into each other. They both seemed terribly exhausted with dark circles underneath their eyes as if they hadn’t slept in years.

“Francis, what’s wrong with you? Haven’t you had time for your beauty sleep?” Arthur teased, letting out a laugh.

Francis scowled and replied, “Look who’s talking..! You have dark circles under your eyes, too!” He pointed his finger at the Englishman accusingly.

Arthur wanted to object, but he couldn’t. They were both well aware of why they looked that way, but it was too embarrassing to talk about it…

“Are you ready for today..?” Arthur asked quietly, seeing as they were in the hallway where other people might’ve heard their conversation.

“Non,” Francis replied softly, his demeanor changing when he thought about the ceremony again.

“I never would’ve guessed that you would be the one who’s more bothered by this whole thing,” Arthur commented, saying his thoughts out loud.

“Well… I am…” Francis replied hesitantly before he impulsively pulled on the other man’s arm and leaned close to his ear. “Why don’t we just leave and call this whole thing off? We can go do something else today– something that’s not stressful, and we can do this marriage thing some other time,” Francis urged.

“No,” Arthur said firmly, pulling away from the Frenchman. “Our parents put a lot of time and effort into making this whole thing seem legit. I know that you’re upset about it, but I don’t want to go through with it anymore than you do, so let’s just fake some smiles and get it over with..!”

Admittedly, Francis probably would’ve snuck away to the hotel bar and ditched the ceremony if he didn’t think Arthur would still show up and then be embarrassed when the Frenchman didn’t come…

When Francis didn’t reply, Arthur followed up with a “you better show up,” and walked away.

At that moment, Francis realized he couldn’t avoid the ceremony without jeopardizing his relationship with Arthur any more than he already had, so he decided that he had to go. The twisting feeling in his stomach returned and he leaned his back against the hallway wall, contemplating what he should do in order to get through the rest of the night.

Well, maybe going to the hotel bar was the right thing to do… He just had to make sure he wasn’t too drunk to attend the ceremony afterwards. With that in mind, Francis headed downstairs to the bar. Meanwhile, he was unaware that his parents had been looking for him because everyone else was getting ready for the ceremony.

About a half an hour later, Francis’s parents ended up bumping into Arthur, who was already dressed in his tuxedo for the wedding. They complimented him and then asked him if he knew where Francis was because they couldn’t seem to find him. He immediately jumped to the conclusion that the Frenchman really must’ve left like he had said he wanted to, but he didn’t vocalize that. He simply replied that he would help look for him, too.

Conveniently, as soon as Arthur made his way down to the hotel lobby, he saw the sign for the bar and thought that seemed like an appropriate place to check…

What Arthur found was enough to make his blood boil– Francis passed out drunk at the counter. It wasn’t even noon yet.

Arthur wasn’t even sure if he could yell at the other man because if he was drunk enough to pass out, then he surely wouldn’t be able to understand him.

Arthur’s hands were shaking from a combination of anger and irritation as he slowly placed one of them on Francis’s shoulder. He was tempted to shove him off the stool, but part of him felt bad for the other man and couldn’t bring himself to do that. He opted for lightly shaking his shoulder.

“Francis–why would you get drunk at a time like this? Everyone is looking for you,” Arthur said, continuing to shake the Frenchman’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to… marry you,” Francis slurred, sounding more like he was asleep rather than drunk. He slowly started to lift his head up, but everything was blurry and he couldn’t seem to focus on anything, not even the man who was only inches away from him.

“I know, I know. I don’t want to marry you either,” Arthur replied as if they were just having a casual conversation.

“I’m going to throw up,” Francis muttered. He had said it so casually that Arthur almost didn’t realize what he said.

“Don’t get it on me– I’m already dressed..!”

Arthur moved behind Francis to hold his hair back (and avoid getting puked on), and then the Frenchman puked up what had to be four bottles of wine onto the counter. The bartender didn’t look too happy…

“How did you manage to drink that much?! I just saw you a half an hour ago!” Arthur yelled in disbelief.

“Hm..? I don’t know, but… it’s all gone now,” Francis muttered, looking utterly exhausted.

“Yes, I know,” Arthur replied sarcastically.

Arthur ended up having to apologize to the bartender and pay him extra, too. It wasn’t that he had to, but it was sort of embarrassing to just walk away with someone after they puked all over the counter…

“I keep having to apologize to everyone because of you,” Arthur muttered, trying to get through the lobby while practically dragging Francis because he was still so dizzy and couldn’t see very well. “I hope you’re proud of yourself,” Arthur continued to scold Francis like an angry parent when he didn’t respond to him right away.

“Well… I do feel a lot better… now that I’m drunk…” Francis slurred, laughing some when he said it.

“Oh, well good. I know I’ll look forward to the rest of the night, too, if I have to walk down the aisle with you like this..!” Arthur replied sarcastically as he pressed the button for the elevator. Thank God for elevators.

Arthur eventually got Francis to his room and decided that he would be the one who helped the other man get ready. After all, he had already gotten the drunken mess through the lobby and upstairs, so why stop there? He simply messaged his parents that he had found him and he was fine, so he would help him get ready from there. They were once again praised for “getting along so much better than they had before,” but was that really true..?

As soon as Francis sat down on his bed, he immediately lay down.

“What are you doing?! We have to be at the venue in an hour!” Arthur exclaimed, trying to pull the other man back into a sitting position.

“Arthur… I’m so tired. Just let me sleep for a little bit,” Francis whined, lying back down and covering his face with a pillow.

“No! You have to get dressed now,” Arthur insisted, taking the pillow from him and throwing it across the room.

“Fine,” Francis said with a groan as he sat back upright. “Help me?”

Arthur’s eye twitched as he muttered a sarcastic, “oh, yes, of course.” Eventually, Arthur got Francis into his tuxedo. Although, there were multiple times that he really struggled because the Frenchman refused to stand up, or he tried to help by buttoning things himself, but he was too drunk to see that he had buttoned them unevenly. It was truly a nightmare, but they got through it.

Arthur’s cheeks flushed when he saw Francis’s final look. He was secretly a bit jealous that the Frenchman still looked so good even after being passed drunk and throwing up four bottles of wine less than an hour ago…

“We need to get going then,” Arthur urged. “I’ll even make sure to stay away from you for a few days after this since it was so painful for you,” He joked, pulling Francis out of the room with him and locking the door behind them.

Francis let out a small laugh at his joke, but it was more of a sad laugh than a genuine one. How could they misunderstand each other so much that Arthur really thought the reason Francis was upset was because he couldn’t stand him?

The wedding would start soon, so Francis, Arthur, and their parents immediately headed to the venue. Francis really didn’t regret getting drunk before it either because had almost no butterflies in his stomach. He might’ve even been willing to give a speech or something, he had numbed himself so much.

Arthur, on the other hand, did feel his nerves go through the roof once they set foot in the building.

“I guess I can do this now,” Arthur whispered to Francis with a nervous laugh as he linked his arm with the Frenchman’s.

Francis felt warm when Arthur held onto his arm like that, feeling some comfort in it, too. The wedding planner had suggested that they both walked down the aisle together, so what had started as the Englishman clinging to the Frenchman due to anxiety led to the door being opened and them walking down the aisle that way.

It was terribly awkward.

Francis was too drunk to notice how awkward it was, but Arthur was repeating over and over again in his head that he hoped it didn’t look as awkward as he thought it was… Fortunately, Francis was still walking rather slowly due to how much he had drunk before the ceremony, which inadvertently slowed Arthur down, too, so it stopped them from rushing down the aisle to get it over with.

“Maybe I should’ve been like you and gotten drunk… I can’t do this..!” Arthur whispered into Francis’s ear as they continued down the aisle.

“You can’t say that now..! I was listening to you and trying to get this over with!” Francis whispered back, the two of them forcing smiles towards everyone around them as they whisper-fought down the aisle.

Upon reaching the altar, Francis’s nerves finally kicked in because the music stopped and it became uncomfortably silent. It didn’t help that Arthur was staring into his soul because he was too uncomfortable to look anywhere else.

The priest started the ceremony and Francis and Arthur both essentially zoned out, hoping to distract themselves until they had to say something. Eventually though, the priest was staring at them expectantly and they both weren’t sure why, so he had to repeat himself, asking if they had any vows.

“Oh, non. We, uh, are going to do those in private later,” Francis said awkwardly, glancing around to read the room.

The guests were essentially just a few family members and mostly people from companies that their parents had collaborated with.

“Oh okay. We’ll proceed with the ring exchange then,” the priest replied.

Francis pulled the ring that he had been given out of his pocket, feeling a bit guilty that he hadn’t even looked at it yet, even though Arthur had picked his ring out for him.

“Arthur, I…”

Francis looked over at the priest hesitantly and he gestured for him to take his hand. Letting out a heavy sigh, his nerves finally showing, Francis reached out and gently took Arthur’s hand in his own.

“I give you this ring as a symbol… of my everlasting… love for you,” Francis said, his voice so quiet that it became a whisper towards the end as he placed the ring on Arhur’s finger.

Francis couldn’t help but smile endearingly at the man in front of him when he realized how much his hands were shaking. Fumbling around with the ring, Arthur pulled it out of his pocket and that was when Francis saw it for the first time.

“I give you this ring… as a symbol of my everlasting love for you,” Arthur said hesitantly, his cheeks so hot he wondered how he didn’t implode then and there. He was so embarrassed. If he was going to confess his love to someone, surely it wouldn’t be in a room full of people like that…

Then Arthur realized that due to his embarrassment, he hadn’t placed the ring on Francis’s finger yet.

“Sorry,” Arthur muttered out nervously as he put the ring on the other man’s finger.

“It’s okay,” Francis whispered, instinctively trying to reassure the Englishman despite the circumstances.

Francis glanced down at the ring on his hand and he felt like someone had a hold of his heart, clenching it with all their might. The ring was beautiful. At that moment, he wasn’t sure if it was that the ring would’ve been his first choice out of any ring he had ever laid eyes on, or if it only felt that way because the man he loved had picked it out just for him.

“Francis?” Arthur called out gently, pulling the Frenchman out of his thoughts. Francis was crying, but he hadn’t even noticed it.

“Oh,” Francis said, letting out a small laugh as he brought a hand up to wipe his eyes.

Arthur would’ve been more concerned, but he thought that it must’ve just been Francis and his incredible acting skills, the same ones that could charm anyone. He was kind of relieved, too, because he had been worried that more people might suspect the whole thing was a sham…

Then, before they knew it, they were officially announced husband and husband and asked to kiss.

Francis didn’t exactly want to kiss Arthur for this fake display of affection that was only put on for the sake of other people, but… it wasn’t like they hadn’t already shared a drunken kiss together that night Arthur went loose on the wine, so…

Arthur instinctively backed up when the priest said they could kiss, which caused some confused glances among the guests, but Francis decided he would just go for it and pulled Arthur into a quick kiss to appease everyone. He wasn’t too sure if it worked though, seeing as the Englishman went as stiff as a board when it happened.

The reception wasn’t too long and felt more like a business party than anything (because that was essentially what it was). Francis spent most of his time walking around with his parents and Arthur did the same with his parents. It was like they weren’t even together.

Francis would glance across the room longingly at Arthur every once and awhile, but not once did he catch him looking back at him. Little did he know that they were always looking at the opposite time…

“Francis– I didn’t get to commend you on your great acting skills yet,” Arthur commented, finally talking to Francis once they were cleaning up after the reception.

“What are you talking about?” Francis asked, exhaustion evident in his tone.

“The crying during the ceremony! I think people really bought it!” Arthur said, patting Francis on the back. He had clearly had a drink or two…

“Oh, right,” Francis replied, looking a bit annoyed.

Before Francis could lose it on the other man and say something he regretted, their parents walked over to them.

“Thank you for agreeing to have the ceremony tonight. We think people really believed that you two are in love,” Arthur’s mom mused.

“Yes, yes. So, in order to thank you two for going through all of this for our company– well, both of our companies– we have a little reward for you,” Arthur’s dad added, handing Francis an envelope (because he was the more sober one at that point).

“Oh, merci..?” Francis replied hesitantly as he opened the envelope, Arthur leaning over his shoulder to see what it was.

“Two tickets to Seychelles?”

“Yes, for your honeymoon!”

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