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It Will Be Alright

"Okay Angleterre, what's this about?" Francis sighed as he made his way up the stairs. Normally he would humour his lover's antics especially ones as strange and out of character as this one, today he couldn't shake this heavy, tired feeling he woke up with. All he wanted to do right now was head back to his hotel room and curl up, but he trucked through to find out what exactly Arthur wanted.

He eventually came across the Brit at the top of the second set of stairs with a prideful grin. Dread set in as Francis wasn't in the mood for their usual banter and he could practically see a witty phrase forming in the other's head. He didn't even have the energy to put on his regular smirk and instead continued to climb the stairs to meet him.

"What's wrong with you?" Arthur asked, his facing falling into some form of concern. "Nothing. What's this about?"

Arthur only ignored him, meeting him halfway. "Francis...you look exhausted."

"I'm fin-" He was cut off by Arthur leaning down and silencing him with a kiss. It was a quick little thing, but the small peck was enough to make Francis' facade of everything being fine crack. As they pulled away, he allowed himself to sag forward, leaning against Arthur's chest. Instinctively, Arthur's arms wrapped around Francis, pulling him closer. One of his hands found its way into Francis' hair and began to comb through it.

"Don't you dare lie to me," Arthur growled, though his true intent with his words was known from the soft affection he was giving, "especially about something like this? You would have my head if this was the other way around."

Francis let out a strained chuckle. He knew Arthur was right, but even with Arthur, who knew every part of him, he couldn't help but hide and feel ashamed. At the same time, being in Arthur's arms like this made him feel ten times better than before.

They stayed like that for a good few minutes before Arthur suggested that they return to the hotel and Francis agreed. But before they made their way down, Francis pulled Arthur down into one more kiss. "I'm surprised you aren't rubbing our new height difference in my face," the Frenchman noted, feeling his playfulness return.

"What kind of jerk do you take me for?"

"A major one."

Arthur's face contorted into a scowl, "Why you little- you know what? I'm not going to bite because I'm not a jerk."

Francis let out another laugh, but allowed Arthur to guide him out all the same. As they made their way out, Arthur explained all the relaxing things they could do once they got back to their room. He could never bring himself to say, but Francis was thankful for Arthur always knowing exactly what he needed and what would make him feel better.

Sometimes life became too much and the weight of their existence made Francis wish he could just disappear. It was rare nowadays, but it happened. Every time, Arthur had been there, lifting him up and comforting him in his own Arthur way, pushing him to keep going. Where he would be without his lover was something he didn't want to think about. What mattered was that Arthur made him happy as much as he also annoyed him (if not more so). Even if he fell or broke into pieces, Arthur would be there to put him together once more. He couldn't ask for more."Why are you looking at me like that?" Arthur's voice broke through.

Having been caught staring at Arthur, probably fondly, Francis felt his cheeks burn up. Trying to regain some of his suave air he replied, "just thinking about how much I love you."Luckily it got the reaction he wanted, as Arthur's own cheeks turned bright red. As he watched his lover try to sputter out a witty remark, Francis knew he was going to be fine.