Random Fruk

Don't Forget Me

"Who the bloody hell is here?"
Antonio click his tongue, "Arthur, you really don't want to see him? After 4 months?"
4 months..... where did one of the months go? He was sure it was three unless he practiced magic and he forgot something, that wasn't the problem though. The realization of the love of his life coming home hit him like a train. His breath hitched slightly running a hand through his hair feeling like he forgot how to even breathe. He closed his eyes calming himself down.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Can't say. But look nice ok?" Was all be got before getting hung up on. So many question. So little time. Not enough to get ready he felt looking around the house it was a pit, to his standards and cups of various shapes, sizes, and uses were littering the coffee table. He smelled heavily of alcohol and he looked like shit. Panicking slightly the British man ran up the stairs, shaved, got on a nice button up, slacks, shoes, and sweater vest due to it being in the cold winter months, and brushed his teeth viciously desperate for the taste of booze to leave just causing his mouth to bleed, growling slightly he punched the wall angry with himself for letting himself be so weak to get himself drunk every other day in the first place causing himself to cuss profusely after hitting the marble bathroom wall. Shaking his hand he sighed and started to pace biting his lip desperate for something to take the edge off, he had the idea to get cigarettes but one he couldn't drive in his state and two Francis would yell at him again for the bad habit he could never shake. His anxiety slowly made its way through the roof of it's threshold. Glancing at the bed that didn't smell like Francis anymore he debated to at least try to see if that would help but growled and set his gaze forward at a picture of both of them happily enjoying themselves.
"This is all your damn fault! Leaving me! I hate you!"
"Mon Cher, I never left you."
Arthur shook his head looking down, "Stop messing with me!"
"Je ne fait rien," the voice said quietly.
"You didn't do anything?!" Arthur said in astonishment, "you left me for 4 fucking months without a word! Questioning my sanity and almost debating if this was worth it. YOU NEVER CALL! YOU NEVER TEXT! YOU NEV-"
"I did call!"
"No you did no-"
France grabbed Arthur's phone and went through the recent calls to him. He did call? Then he... why?
"You were too drunk to remember. You always were! I gave up talking to you last week cause you weren't going to care anyways. You just had to keep drinking. Cause you never know how to deal with pain. Arthur you have a problem."
"I do-"
"Think long and hard. When did you drink? And why?"
Arthur looked down, "I don't want to be fighting like this...."
France sighed and walked over to him and hugged him. Both of them closed their eyes.
"Angleterre you aren't always the brightest person."
"I know......"