(A/N): This chapter is basically FrUK. Don't like, don't read. This won't happen very often so don't worry loves ♡
Now, for those of you who like FrUK, enjoy~
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Francis' POV:
Francis was a simply gorgeous man, who had never had to worry about not being able to get someone he wanted.
That was, of course, until he met Arthur Kirkland.
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Francis had his day planned out. In all honesty, Francis had been under a lot of stress lately, with Matthew's condition, and of course, the "visitors" the little Canadian had weren't helping much at all.
But today was the day. Francis had it all planned out.
First; Francis would ask Alfred to retrieve something for him from town, telling him it would be a "chance to learn more about his brothers town" or some sentimental shit like that. This would of course lead to Arthur going with him, since he didn't seem to care for the Frenchman too much.
'He must have something against being sexy,' Francis concluded. 'such a sad existence.'
Now, all that left him with was Gilbert. Although the Frenchman hadn't put much thought into it, he was almost certain that his friend would take this opportunity and spend time with Matthew, considering the poor boy's brother wouldn't be there to intervene.
The plan was flawless, like moi.
~Time skip brought to you by squishy baby cheeks~
Things were going as planned, Alfred and Arthur were currently put looking for a pair of edible panties he wasn't quite sure existed, while Gilbert was, in fact, no where in sight.
Now, time to do what a Francis does best;
Drink sexy wine, paint sexy pictures, and be sexy.
"Hey! Francey Pants!" Called out the Albino we all know and love. "Wanna get fucking waaaasted?"
'Nooooooooo'
"Gilbert? I thought you were keeping Mathieu company?" Francis tried his hardest to keep the annoyance out of his voice.
"Yeah, well, he fell asleep..." Francis could have sworn he heard his friend mutter something about a "cutie", but he must have been imagining things. "So, I decided I'd grace you with my awesomeness and get ever-so-fucking wasted with you!"
"Ah, but-"
"Hey! Be grateful! It's not every day the awesome Gilbert offers to get wasted with you!"
"Yes it is!" Francis hissed.
"WELL I'M SORRY FOR WANTING TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU!"
"Gilbert... what's this really about?" The Frenchman sighed.
"Well... you've seemed kinda down since I started hanging out with Matthew," Gilbert admitted, shifting his weight on his feet. "so I figured you might want to spend time with me," he offered a mischievous grin. "I mean, who can blame you."
"Listen, Gilbert, that's a very generous offer, but I rather just spend today alone, if that's alright with you," and with that, the Frenchman went into the living room, leaving Gilbert to do whatever Gilberts do.
~Yet another time skip, brought to you by Ludwig in a bra, and you not questioning it~
'Mission accomplished~' Francis thought to himself, setting down his sexy paintbrush thoughtfully. Francis had somehow managed to spend an entire day alone, and it was pure bliss!
