I'm sorry...~America

You do?

~Arthur's POV~

That night after dinner everyone went to their respective bedrooms and as did I. I had told Matthew before when we were in the library that I would call Francis and ask him to stay here for a while until the baby was born but I decided to put it off until now, and I still don't want to call him. I sat on my bed and loosened my tie before glancing at my phone. "...should call him..." but I can't...I don't even know what I would say. I let out a sigh and flopped onto my back staring at Francis' number hovering my finger above the dial button. "....just one call...and if he doesn't answer I'll just call him in the morning" I took a deep breath and pressed call and held the phone to my ear counting the rings. One....two....three....my breath became heavy and my heart started to beat out of my chest. Four...five...six- "I'm sorry the person you are trying to call-" I hung up and tossed the phone aside. Thank god, it went to voicemail...I held my chest until my breathing went back to normal and grabbed my phone before walking to the bathroom. I set my phone upright on my mirror before stripping down and getting into the shower. I stared at a soapy tile in the corner and closed my eyes. "Francis~ I love you!~" my eyes snapped open as filthy memories came flooding back to me, I could suddenly remember every moment from night...every perverted dirty detail. I slapped my cheeks and put my head under the water; I focused on the droplets trickling down my back and I could feel Francis' hands running up my spine and to my neck. "No damn it...I don't..want to remember" "remember what?" I heard Francis voice and I was sure I was still imagining things. "Get out of my head you damn frog..."
"Your the one who called me" I opened my eyes and realized it wasn't in my head and it was coming from my cell phone. I felt my entire face go red from rage and embarrassment, I threw the shower door open and flared at my phone. "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ON THE-" Francis was on face time, sitting in his living room with a glass of wine staring at me now with an evil smile. "Oh my Arthur your still as cute as I remember~" Francis started laughing that stupid "honhonhon" froggy laugh as I stormed out of the shower and hung up quickly. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT, did he call me back or- I realized what must have happened. I must have forgotten to shut my phone off and pressed gave time when I sat my phone down by the mirror. I felt my fave turn pale as I fell to my knees on the bathroom floor. "This is the end...this is how I die...humiliation and shame" there was a knock on my door and I sat up quickly reaching for a towel. "W-who is it!?" "It's me your highness are you alright?" It was just my butler Claude. "Y-yes I'm alright...thank you Claude" "very good sir" I sighed and wrapped the towel around my waist before looking back at my phone. I suppose I should call him back...but I know he's going to tease me he always does and now he actually has a good reason to do so. Oh well...I'm already dying of embarrassment anyway how much worse could it get, I called Francis back and put him on speaker as I changed into my pajamas. "Bonjour my pretty little rosebud~ I knew you couldn't stay away~" I grit my teeth and hissed at him, "stop flirting with me you perverted twit" he laughed and took a sip of his wine. "I'm not the one who was naked on face time~ but I can be if you want~"
"Shut up! I don't want to see you naked you dispose me"
"Ouch! You wound me"
"Just be quiet...I have something to ask you and don't make a joke of it" Francis let out a sigh.
"Fine, what is it?"
"I need you...to come over"
"....."
"And I need you to...stay here...for a while"
"...Merde this really is a booty call-"
"That's not what this is! You damn-" I stopped myself and took a deep breath. "There's trouble...Christina's dying and I need to focus on finding a cure for her mortality...and I need as much help as I can get to keep watch on Alfred and keep Christina as healthy as we possibly can"
"....who all is there besides you and Alfred?"
"Matthew and his- ...friend"
"Matthew is there? I didn't know he left France"
"Christina called him due to some trouble with Alfred...Listen I- we...I need you Francis...desperately and I'm willing to do anything you want if it means you'll come"
"....anything? Could that be more then one thing?"
I groaned and rolled my eyes, "I believe I said that yes anything."
"...hm...you really are desperate...you really think you can fix her Mortality?"
"Yes...I do but I need time"
"...alright, I'll head over there now"
"N-now but it's night- and we don't have any spare rooms ready-"
"I'll just stay with you then"
"Wait no!-"
The call dropped as Francis hung up and left me there sitting in the silence like a twat. Sleep with me? Not a chance in hell I don't care what my feelings are for him I refuse to share a room with that man he'll try to- oh no I told him he could- oh god save the queen...what have I done.
After only an hour and a half there was a knock at the door that I answered myself, as expected Francis was there was a few bags and I can't deny it...he looked absolutely beautiful in the moonlight.
"Bonjour Arthur, thank you for dressing up for me~"
I looked down at my pajamas and mumbled a bitter retort at him before closing the door behind him.
"I had a room prepared for you." Francis pouted pathetically. "But I thought we were going to sleep together?" "I told you no." He sighed and set his bags down "Your no fun Arthur" Francis suddenly became serious and looked at me, "speaking of which we should talk" "what?- what about?-" "you said you would do anything to get me here and this is what I want. To talk." I frowned and looked around, "...let's not talk here then, let's go to the library you can leave your bags here..." Francis nodded and I took him with me to the library. I sat down in my chair and he took a seat on the couch immediately spotting the painting of him and I but looking back at me before he could get lost in it.
"How do you feel about me Arthur? Honestly?" Francis wasn't teasing me or playing around, he was dead serious and I didn't like it.
"...I...see you as a strong nation with lots of-"
"I asked how you felt about me not how you see me"
"I...I don't want to answer that Francis"
"But why?...you've denied me an answer so long Arthur...you wouldn't even tell me the day we got divorced...but now you have to tell me. I mean it."
"I...I miss you...I don't know exactly how I feel about you anymore but I regret a lot of things I've done..." I closed my eyes and clenched my fists "I wish I could have done better but I couldn't and now I have to live with that. There I told you the truth now please can we stop talking about this?" I buried my fave in my hands and tried my best not to loose myself and start crying. This isn't supposed to be about us it's supposed to be about our grandchild and future daughter-in-law. "...I miss you too Arthur...that's why I want to talk about it...so I can understand why...why did you call for the divorce? What did I do?"
"It's nothing you did!" My voice slipped and cracked as I began to break composure. "It was all me...it was what I did don't tell me you don't remember..."
"...Arthur you were drunk-"
"When wasn't I Francis? I can't hold my liquor and I knew that but I- I couldn't stop myself...I kept drinking to make the pain go away and it didn't...instead it made things worse and I...I hurt you..."
"...you know I forgive you Arthur-"
"I know you- it- I can't forgive myself Francis...I can't...please for the love of god can we stop talking about it?"
"....alright..we can stop...I'm sorry"
I sniffled and wiped my eyes before sitting back up and slipping back into my usual guarded composure.
"Right...well then we should probably go to bed now" I stood up and walked toward the door but Francis grabbed my hand stopping me. "Arthur?..." I swallowed hard and hesitantly looked at him. "Yes?"
"...I'm glad you called me..." he gave me a small charming smile that made my heart jump. I snatched my hand away from him and held it close to my chest. "The butler will show you to your room, good night Francis" I quickly walked out of the library before Francis could stop me again and practically ran upstairs to my room slamming the door behind me. My heart was pounding and I felt sick to my stomach, memories of our marriage came flooding back to me, the time I hit Francis...the last time I touched Francis...until now in the library.

(Sorry this chapter was pretty short but hey it's something, plus it's FRUK so depending on who you are it was totally worth it :)
Thanks for reading and I'll have the next page out soon)