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Always There

Fruk Week 2021 Day 6: Wishes/Space

No I did not forget I hadn't shared all my Fruk Week fics here. 

It was a crisp, clear night. Behind him, music from inside blared, though outside it sounded like muffled noise. Although they were in the city, above a few stars still twinkled beside the full moon. It was quite beautiful, calming even. The only thing that would make this better was some ale, or scotch or-

"Mind if I join you Angleterre?" A voice came from behind. Arthur turned around to find Francis with two glasses of wine in hand.

"Sure, but one of those better be for me."

"Of course."

Wine wasn't his first choice, but if he was going to get through this night, Arthur needed some form of alcohol in his system. Parties were not like they once were a century or so ago leaving him out of his element. "Wow, I'm old," he muttered, taking a swig of his wine.

Francis laughed lightly. "Oh, Arthur." He turned his attention to the sky. "We may be old, and the world may be changing faster than ever, but at least after all these centuries, we still have the same stars."

He still didn't know how the Frenchman always seemed to be able to read his mind. Arthur rolled his eyes. "Yeah okay. Then where are they all? Hidden by the stupid city lights."

"Fair. We don't get to see as many as we once did or just as often, but they are still there in space. Plus, look, we can still see a few." Francis lifted his hand and began pointing out the stars above him. "Don't you think it's beautiful that those in the past and those in the present can look up and see the same sky?"

Was this the man's attempt at comforting him about how the world around him was ever-changing and his purpose dwindling? Although it was a nice thought, it didn't keep Arthur content for long and instead reminded him just how long he'd been around to look at those same stars. At least he had the wine as some distraction.

Francis, noticing his attempt at comfort seemed to fail, decided to go for a different angle. "Nights like these remind me of the 1920s, you know? Slipping out of Alfred's elaborate parties with a bottle of wine and some glasses. Talking about the past, the present, the future. It felt so..."

"Human?"

"I was going to say nice or relaxing, but that works too. It was like we were actually normal, actually friends."

"We basically were," Arthur admitted, swirling his wine around his glass, "we always were in a way. Going through hell together, holding onto each other when we had nothing else, knowing each other in and out." He tensed when he realized everything he just confessed.

Francis smirked, cheeks tinted pink. "They were nice nights weren't they?" the Frenchman went on, obviously luring Arthur into a trap.

"Ah...N-I mean...I guess," Arthur stuttered out, his cheeks growing warm. Maybe he overdid it with the wine. God, he wanted to punch that pleased smirk off Francis' pretty little face.

"Oh a shoot star," Francis exclaimed. Sure enough, a small spark of light was flying across the sky. "Come on Angleterre let's make a wish."

Arthur rolled his eyes once more, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't take part in the tradition of wishing on stars and this night would be no different. "So... what did you wish for?" Arthur asked after the star disappeared.

"I can't tell you or it won't come true," Francis replied, sounding way more offended than he should have over something so minuscule. Arthur shook his head with a sigh at the Frenchman's antics, but he didn't have the energy to argue or push over something he didn't care about.

As they continued to talk, the night grew colder. A particularly cool breeze sent Francis shivering and Arthur, being the gentleman he was offered his coat, putting it around Francis' shoulders.

"Aww Angleterre, there is a heart in there," Francis cooed. Before Arthur could counter the Frenchman's insult a pair of lips brushing against his cheek and halted all coherent thoughts.

"You missed," Arthur grumbled in his daze.

"Wha-"

Without even thinking, Arthur took hold of Francis' face and gave him a hard, but loving kiss on the lips, pushing all his emotions into it.

"Wow," Francis breathed as they parted, "I didn't think it'd happen this fast."

Arthur quirked a brow. "What?"

"My wish."

A goofy smile spread across Francis' lips and Arthur was left speechless. When his mind started working again and everything that just happened started catching up to him, a wave of embarrassment hit Arthur like a truck.

"Well," Arthur said with a clap, "I think I'm going to call it a night." Before Francis could say anything, Arthur had already started heading back inside and was making his way to the door. Francis was left alone outside, chuckling at how strange Arthur was and holding onto the feeling of the Brit's lips against his own. His amusement was cut short as he realized he still had Arthur's coat. Well, it looked like he'd have to pay Arthur a little visit tonight.