Hetalia One Shots (Finished)

FrUk- Passion

Warning: Contains Smut and heartbreak~~~

Passion.

That was his name. No one knew any other, the man being so secretive about himself. Passion was strictly business. The name came from his customers, rather than the man himself. He knew how to please someone in ways even they didn't think possible, always leaving them satisfied. He went for anyone. Men, woman, and whoever paid a price. It didn't matter. What mattered in the end was how much he made, making sure to get a meal. He wasn't worn down looking like most. In fact the opposite. His blond hair was silky looking in the light, falling at his shoulders. Gorgeous blue eyes pierced through a few strands as he stared back at his reflection.
His outfits never faltered, always sexy and revealing, yet elegant. He had a pretty face which is why most mistook him for a woman. He was good at what he did and knew it very well.
The stunning man smirked to himself in the mirror admiring just how good he looked tonight, knowing he was sure to be spotted. He walked out of the apartment and into the night.

Arthur was making his way down the street, umbrella in hand. His thick dark eyebrows knitted together in frustration as the umbrella gave him problems when opening. He felt the first drops of rainfall before it began to pour. He managed to open it only after getting soaked.
"Bloody hell...what a night." he grumbled. His accent floated through the wind, trees swaying as it swirled wildly.
"I'm not sure why I even bother to go outside when its always so wet." The umbrella was just about useless as it rained at an angle, making sure to soak the cuffs of his pressed black pants. He held the briefcase close as lightening struck. "Weather said nothing of rain" he shouted angrily at the sky as if he could make it stop.
He mumbled on to himself making his way through the lit up shops that were closed. He would have stopped to rest and let this pass but he didn't want to risk it getting worse and having to stay longer. "The one day Hans is off..." Arthur mumbled making his way down to cross the street. He sprinted swiftly and huffed making it to the other side.

"Mon dieu..." a hushed voice came from the over hang of a bus station stop. Arthur's green eyes darted around hearing the accented voice through the noise of rain on the concrete. Slowly he looked over into the bench area to see what he thought to be a woman, dripping in rain water. He thought about just walking away but the gentleman in him told him to play nice. Arthur let out a soft breath before slipping into the over hang and closing his difficult umbrella. His eyes gazed over to take in the outfit. He saw a trench-coat and soft pink pumps peeking from the bottom. Just beneath the collar of the long coat, he could see the collar of a form fitted leather jacket.
"Um..." he started, not quite knowing how to ask the stranger. The person met eyes with Arthur and he realized he was quite mistaken. That was a man.
Definitely a man.
The only way he could tell was the obvious Adam's apple. The man wore nearly perfect makeup, but it was running slightly from getting wet. The hair didn't make it any better, flowing nicely with the harsh winds around them. He had to take a moment to collect his thoughts but he was too invested now. "I..um. I noticed you didn't have an umbrella. So. I could walk you home if you'd like? Its wet and windy. You might catch a cold." he showed the umbrella in his hand to show his intentions. The blond haired man followed his gaze and seemed to think it over.

Francis was never one to give out any personal information. It was way too dangerous. He was skeptical of the man in front of him no matter how nice he looked. His stomach was doing circles since he hadn't eaten yet. He kept to one- maybe two meals a day. Francis didn't want to risk his figure, but the rain had canceled any chance of having a customer. He thought for a moment and looked the man over before approaching. His pumps clicked against the ground with power in each step. He stopped in front of him and gave a soft smile. He was slightly taller than the blonde Brit before him.
Arthur seemed to shrink back a bit when the man stopped so close to him. He wasn't used to it. "How sweet of you to offer me that. Ladies must love you~." He was at eye level leaning down to talk properly. "You wish to take me home..."
Francis hummed a little. "Or..." the French accent pulled Arthur in a bit. "You could take me home with you" there was a low purr in his voice, urging the man to buy him. He plucked one of Arthur's hands and placed it against his chest to try a little harder. "You are all by yourself. Who likes that? I can keep you company for the night.... as long as you pay of course."