Does She Matter More?

Francis Bonnefoy picked up his two little boys and carried them to bed. "But papa I don't wanna go to sleep!!" Alfred whined as he and Matthew were set carefully into their beds. "But you must mon cher," Francis said tucking the two in. "P-Papa, could you tell us a bedtime story...?" Matthew whispered quietly. "Yeah! One about fighting and super cool heroes!" Alfred yelled. "I-I want a love story..." Matthew said shyly. "Ew love is gross!!" Alfred said in disgust. "Love is beautiful mon petit you just don't understand it enough yet. Let me tell you a story about a courageous young hero," Francis said with a sad smile. Matthew and Alfred got quiet and listened to their papa talk. "She may have been a hero, but she didn't start out one. She was simply a young girl living during a war. God chose her to become a hero, and she obeyed God's will. The girl would go on battles and fight with the other army! She would have amazing fights with strong opponents and still win! Every time she still manage to make it out alive! Everyone loved her for her great power and ability to win so many victories for her people. However one day, a young man had met the strong woman, and fell in love with her. He thought she was absolutely beautiful and perfect, and she fell in love with him. Alas it was not meant to be, and she-" Francis explained with a hidden pain in his voice before being cut off. "....Died," Arthur said coming into the boys room. "Oh mon amour you're home," Francis said with worry as he looked over his husbands sad face. "Yes I am," Arthur spat, shooting a death glare at Francis before kissing the little boys heads, "Goodnight loves. Get some sleep." He pulled Francis up from sitting on Alfred's bed and quietly turned off the light and closed the door.

Once they were alone in the living room, Arthur sat down on the couch with a pained look on his face. "What's wrong mon petit lapin?" Francis questioned as he sat down next to him. "Nothing you wanker..." Arthur said trying to cover up his true feelings. "Non I can tell something is wrong," Francis replied. "He knows me too well..." Arthur thought. "You still love her, don't you? It's obvious you were talking about her," Arthur stated trying to keep from having to say her name. He was too ashamed to say it. "If she were still alive you would be married to her instead of me now wouldn't you?" He questioned sadly trying to keep from crying. "Non I would not be," Francis said calmly trying not to worry his lover. "Don't lie to me! I know you've always loved her more, you made it clear all those years ago. I still haven't forgotten how you weeped at her death but didn't shed a tear at how much pain you were causing me. I know, I hurt you too... but out of all the times you hurt me, that hurt the worst," Arthur said tearing up. "Mon amour, you know I cared for her, I truly did. However she's not why I cried. You killing her proved how little you cared for me and that I meant nothing to you. That is why I cried," Francis said wiping the tears from Arthur's face. "I k-know it's n-not you bloody wanker..." Arthur said still sniffling but trying to sound intimidating. "Oui, it is mon amour I only wished for you to care but... you didn't," Francis said. "Arthur I cared. I cared so very much, you just didn't notice... I-I killed her because... you loved her. She was more important to you than me so I... wanted rid of her so you could be mine... I'm so s-sorry... I didn't mean to take you from whom you truly loved..." Arthur said with regret, tears streaming from his face. "Oh Angleterre," Francis began as he hugged his lover tightly, "I love you. The only person I've truly loved is you. I don't hate you for what you've done, I'm disappointed but I could never hate you. Please mon cher, I've already forgiven you. It's time to forgive yourself." Francis held onto Arthur as he cried into him. "You stupid frog... why didn't you tell me all those years ago?!" Arthur said with slight annoyance in his tone. "Because I was a fool who was scared of rejection... I didn't want to lose the little we already had," Francis admitted. "Dumb wanker! Have you always had that little faith in me? I've always loved you for gods sake!!" Arthur said glaring up at the man still holding him. Francis stared at him in shock for a few minutes in silence before smiling happily. "Je t'aime mon petite lapin... je t'aime," Francis said repeating the words over and over again. "Stop using your stupid froggy language!" Arthur spat. He was a blushing mess and Francis knew his lover understood what he said, for he heard it too often not to. "Oh but mon chère it is the language of love~" Francis purred as he kisses Arthur's cheek. "A frog romance doesn't seem lovely at all. They're odd and slimy," Arthur stated plainly. Francis shot him a fake pained look "That was insensitive! You're saying you don't love being with me?" He said. "Where did you come up with that? Just because you and your froggy talk is stupid doesn't mean I don't love you," Arthur said as if it was the most obvious thing ever to be said. "Doesn't seem like it" Francis muttered. "What's that supposed to mean?!" Arthur questioned annoyance clear in his tone. "Exactly what it sounds like! It doesn't seem like you love me at all. You hardly even say you do unless you've been accused of something!" Francis yelled. "O-Oh....... I.... I do love you..." Arthur said quietly. He looked at Francis with guilt written all over his face. "Then prove it!" he said back. "F-Fine...." Arthur agreed. He thought for a second, before leaning over and kissing him. "I-I love you Francis," Arthur said, turning into a blushing mess. Francis smiled. "Je t'aime mon petite lapin."