The Language of Love

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"Love, hm? Well, you certainly have come to the right person."

Ivan nodded as he sat down on one of the couches in Francis's house. It was quite a spacey house. Vases with roses and sweet fragrances seemed to be spread everywhere. Not to mention the lovely decor and welcoming atmosphere. The aura of the house made Ivan feel warm inside and safe. He was surprised to feel such a way in a house he never visited.

Francis sat beside the Russian, smiling brightly at him. Arthur had left to go make tea since he had no need of learning about love. The Frenchman taught him that enough during their free time. Whatever Francis told Ivan he would already know. That's the perks of being with the country of love.

"Da, I am wanting to know about love." Ivan replied with a warm smile. For some reason, he was really happy and excited. He couldn't wait to learn about love from the one who knew it more than anyone. All those years of yearning for such knowledge will finally be made known to him. Right now. "You can tell me about it, da?"

Francis chuckled softly at that and nodded as the smile on his lips widened. "Of course, Ivan! I will tell you all you wish to know about it." He sighed contently, looking up dreamily. "Ah... love. Such a beautiful word, non? It's a small word but has such a big effect and meaning. Just the sound of the word 'love' warms my heart. I can speak hours about love if someone gives me the chance." A little giggle escaped his lips. "I've tried with Arthur but he always ends up falling asleep. Silly Angleterre."

Ivan smiled as well. The word 'love' also warmed his heart. Even though he didn't know much about it, just the hearing of the word sent unexplainable waves of comfort throughout him. It was nice to feel something like that for once. "Can everyone love? Does everyone find love and experience it?" That was a question he had been meaning to ask and find an answer for. All his life he had been forced to know that he couldn't love anyone and no one would love him. So, he wondered if it was possible for him to acquire such a beloved emotion. At that question, Francis blinked in surprise.

"Yes! Everyone can love and everyone can find it." He answered with a genuine tone. "We all have that special someone we are connected to and are destined to spend out lives with. Everyone has someone in their life that they would love with all their heart and that love to be exchanged. I know.. sometimes it may seem like you never will obtain this precious 'love'. Some go through break up and heartbreak and grow to give up on love. Just the thought makes my heart ache... But, every heartbreak and break up just means you're gradually making your way closer to the one who is meant for you. Everyone can love, and everyone has someone to love them. However, the love I just explained to you is romantic love."

"Romantic love?" Ivan questioned with the tilt of the head. Francis nodded.

"Oui, Romantic love is one of the three major branches of love. There is Romantic, Friendship, and Family love." The Frenchman smiled in thought before continuing. "Friendship love is where you love someone who is not related and you care for them deeply as if they were family. Some friendship leads to romantic love but that's not so all the time. That only happened when the connection between the two people grow stronger." He paused for a moment to think as if to ponder on a lovely memory. "Hm.. there is also family love. Now, this love is quite special. It's a special love you can only share with your parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles, etc. Only they can receive this love from you and they are the only people who can give you this love. Sometimes it may seem that your family doesn't love you, and they may say it, but listen here: They do love you. No matter how much they say they don't and they try to not love you, they still do. Family love is the only love that can't be thrown away, that can't disappear. It never ends. Sure, friendship love and romantic love can end, but not family love. That's why it's special. It never dies. A small part of it always rests in our hearts."

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