Emerald Eyes

Chapter 2

About a week later, you and Arthur had already spent a lot of time together. You had even developed feelings for him. You frequently dreamed about his polite smile, his slender body, his piercing emerald eyes. You were pretty sure, however, that he did not feel the same way. You didn't want to be 'just a friend' anymore. But you could never tell him that. Especially when you were both forced into visiting Francis Bonnefoy, an old frenemy of Arthur's. You both waited at the large, wooden door, Arthur practically banging on the doorbell. Just as you were about to ask if he was doing okay when the door flew open.

"Bonjour, Angleterre! Terrible sense of fashion as 'husual, I see?"

Arthur made a very sarcastic comment under his breath and folded his arms angrily.

"And 'hou might zhis be? Bonjour, mademoiselle! Ohonhonhonhon~" he gently kissed you on the hand and winked flirtatiously.

"Wow..you're so...." You trailed off.

"Handsome? French? Gorgeous?"

"Weird," you decided.

Arthur practically choked with laughter, covering his mouth to hide it. Francis sighed in defeat and handed Arthur ten dollars, then took your coats. You entered the Frenchman's house and looked around. It was beautiful! You gasped when you saw the golden decorations and archways leading into the different rooms.

"Do 'hou like it?" Francis smirked. " I'll give 'hou ze grand tour if 'hou want."

"It's beautiful!" You smiled widely. "Sure! Can Iggy come?"

"Ughhh... fine."

Newly nicknamed 'Iggy' smirked in Francis' direction, taking your hand and leading you into the next room. Francis walked to the other side of you, sliding an arm around your waist and smirking back at him.

"Francis, get your bloody frog hands off of -your name-!"

He wrapped both arms around your waist and pulled you towards him protectively. A blush crept onto your cheeks, and Francis began to laugh.

"Ohonhonhonhon~ Oh silly Angleterre. I al'hois know 'houen she iz more zan a friend~"

Now Arthur is the one to have blushed and quickly tried to pull himself together.

"Come on, -your name-. Let's get out of here."

He glared at Francis, and you both headed back to the apartment in his car.

"I'm sorry about Francis," Arthur said quietly once you were on the road. "He can be a bit...weird around people he doesn't know."

"Does he do that to all people?"

"What..flirt? Yeah, he usually-"

"No I mean try to force you into a relationship with someone who's just your friend."

"J-just friends? Oh um.. N-not usually..."

He paled, looking somewhat disappointed at your comment.

"Unless-," you said quietly. He looked at you quickly, then stopped the car near a convenience store. His emerald eyes were fixated on your -eye color- ones.

"Unless," he repeated back. You stared back at him, and gently placed your hand on the back of his neck. He wrapped both his arms around your waist, and you pulled each other in. When your lips met, it was the most magical thing you had ever felt. Unless. The word that had changed everything.