My Hearts Joy - FrUs (yaoi)

Chapter 1 - The Fight

"AmeriCam, day 10. Francis just exploded on Artie earlier. It was kind of my fault. I know Arthur will shout at me when he wakes up so I'm saying all of this now while he's still passed out." Alfred spoke to the camera which was precariously balanced on a stack of books on the desk in his room. The floor was covered in empty fast food wrappers and both disposable and china cups. His bed, in the background of the camera, was made messily with both pillows thrown into place slightly askew. "So it went down like this. Arthur is staying with me for a month while his prime minister dude visits and checks out some of the tourist spots. I bought some alcohol because I was running low and apparently while I was out Arthur decided to help himself. When I got back Artie and Francis were fighting. Again." He sighed and looked over at his closed bedroom door, as if expecting Arthur to burst in and accuse him of talking about him. When he turned back to the camera he continued.

"Arthur was insulting me, saying I didn't know how to cook. It doesn't bother me, especially not when Arthur's drunk but apparently it got to Francis because he picked a fight.  Long story short I knocked Arthur out with a baking tray and now he's asleep in my spare room. I may have told Francis to get out and not come back until he was ready to apologise. God knows when he'll come back. I hope it's soon. I mi-" Alfred was cut off by angry British yelling coming from the other room. "Crap! He's awake. Laters dudes!" He quickly knocked the camera over in an attempt to end the video.

Francis sighed and shut the lid to his laptop as the video ended on Alfred's blog. "Imbécile. I miss you too but I will not apologise for standing up for you. You'll see one day. You'll see that Francis Bonnefoy is a force to be reckoned with." His voice carried slightly as his accent thickened.

Alfred sighed. "Look, Artie, I said I was sorry. You know I wouldn't have done it if you weren't a danger to us, but you were." He tried to explain to the still angry brit as he passed him a hot cup of tea. "Please...just talk to me." He begged.

Arthur rolled his eyes and glared up at Alfred as he swirled the tea. "I'm still angry with you. My head really hurts Alfred. Could you at least hit me with something that won't leave a lump next time?" He hissed as he sipped his tea. "Well at least you finally learned how to make a decent cup of tea." Arthur joked as he looked up again at him. "Have you heard from Francis?"

Alfred shook his head. "No...not since I kicked him out. He hasn't even left me a text or a anything. Usually he texts me all the time but it's been silent for hours. I don't want to seem clingy but I'm worried. He's never usually this silent. I hope I didn't really upset him." Alfred closed his eyes and leaned back as he thought about how he could have made the Frenchman cry. It was a horrible thought. "Arthur...am I a bad person for yelling at him?" He asked as he opened his eyes and looked over at the Englishman.

Arthur's eyes widened slightly at the question. "Alfred you're always saying you're a hero. If you want to be a hero then you can't let every little fight get to you. Besides you're almost always arguing with someone, why is this one in particular getting to you?" He asked curiously as he watched him for any sign that Alfred was hiding something.

"I don't know man. Just...it doesn't feel right to argue with him. He's a good guy, he didn't mean any harm...but he was kind of mean when he was standing up for me. I don't want to upset him but he does owe us both an apology. He was rude to you when you were drunk and when I pointed it out he yelled at me. I've never seen him so riled up about something so stupid before."

Francis took a seat in the lightless room. "So can you make him disappear or not?" He asked as he leaned forward, resting on his elbows on the rough wooden table. The other male leaned forward and grinned, the light catching his one golden tooth on the top layer of his mouth; the rest of his face hidden by his long hair.

"Yes. Yes, I can."