Broken Hearts and History (FrUk/UkFr Hetalia Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

Francis himself had been shocked to find the Englishman beat him in the race, chuckling lightly at first as he ran. However, and aching formed in his lungs, and soon the Frenchman's running turned to staggering as he slowed and leaned against the fence of a house they were in front of, he smiled somewhat shakily as he watched Arthur's form moving further ahead of him and slowed to a walk, almost wheezing to breath.

Arthur slowed down as he didn't hear Francis, turning around and smile dropping as he saw the state the Frenchman was in. He sighed, walking back and placing a hand on Francis' shoulder,
"Damnit frog.." Arthur muttered under his breath,
"Since when can I actually beat you in a race?"

Francis chuckled weakly and sighed,
"Thought you would be celebrating Arthur" he said with a forced smile,
"Finally ahead of me like you've always talked about, Oui?" He mumbled, looking over at the Englishman and shrugging his hand off of his shoulder,

Arthur sighed, rubbing his eyes lightly and looking at Francis in worry,
"This isn't like you Francis-"

"I think I know me better then you do." He said simply as he stood straight and started to walk again without another word.

Arthur watched the Frenchman and shook his head, starting to walk as well. Something was wrong, he could see it, he knew it, even though no one else seemed to notice...
Francis couldn't hide it from him, not forever, and even if it took forever, Arthur would figure it out...
He just had to wait, and eventually he would find an opening, just like Francis had done to him so many times before.

The pair walked for a long time in silence, Francis looking at the ground ahead of him, his breath fogging as it left his body and Arthur watching the Frenchman out of the corner of his eye, concern glinting in Emerald eyes that evaded the Frenchman's gaze whenever it shifted, this silent walk continued slowly, walking through the city until eventually they had gone in one big circle, and Francis walked back to his doorstep with nothing more then a muttered goodbye,

"Francis wait-" before Arthur could speak further the door was shut and locked, leaving the Englishman outside in a disappointed silence, the cold fall breeze blowing past. Arthur looked down, silent as he walked away, he would see Francis again, he knew he would..

He hoped he would ...