FrUK One Shots

I'm Sorry

"What the bloody hell did you just say?!"
"You heard me, you frigid Brit!" The Frenchman growled.
"Why you-! I am not frigid and you know it! But at least I don't flirt with anything that moves, you damn Frenchman!" Arthur spat at his lover.
"I quit flirting when I began dating you, and you know that! And at least my food doesn't make anyone violently ill. along with those caterpillars you call eyebrows!" Francis shouted back. That hit Arthur right at his core. He slapped Francis and walked off to their bedroom, locking the door behind him.

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Francis slept on the couch that night, and Arthur slept on the bed they usually shared, feeling as cold and as sad as Francis. Both were asleep but not very happily. Arthur had cried himself to sleep, and Francis had belittled himself for even starting the argument over...he didn't even remember what they were fighting about. Suddenly, Arthur woke up in the bed, clutching at his pillow. He'd had another nightmare about his brother moving away, and dying, after Arthur had taken care of him for so long. Every time he had that nightmare, he'd always have Francis to hold him. He felt tears sting at his eyes as he began to cry and wish that stupid French frog was with him. He cried for about 3 minutes, and finally resolved to get rid of his pride, and ask Francis to come back. He walked into the living room, tears still streaming down his face. It was rare he ever showed emotion like this, and only Francis was ever allowed to see it. He carefully nudged the Frenchman, waking him. He hadn't slept well at all, and was only in a light sleep when Arthur arrived. "Fr-Francis?" Whimpered the crying Brit.
Francis' eyes quickly adjusted to the dark, and he looked at the other man, tears glinting in the moonlight. "Mon amour, what's wrong?!" He asked, worried.
"I-I'm sorry!" Arthur cried. "I'm sorry that we fought! I'm sorry for making you sleep on the couch!"
"Arthur, it's fine! I'm sorry that we fought too. I started it. I'm so sorry," Francis stood, and hugged him. Arthur rested his head in the crook of Francis' neck, tears still running down his face. "I love you Arthur. I'm so sorry for the things I said," he held his beloved Brit close.
"I love you too....I'm sorry...." Arthur said, hugging the Frenchman tight. Francis sat them both down on the couch, Arthur on his lap, and wiped the smaller man's tears away.
"Don't cry anymore, mon petit lapin..." Francis smiled gently. Arthur nodded and softly kissed Francis. When their lips broke apart, they laid down together on the couch, and slept soundly, no nightmares, no sadness. Just their arms wrapped around one another.