Too Little Too Late {UKFr Angst/Fluff} COMPLETED

Not Expected

A week had gone by, and there had been no sign of Francis at any of the meetings. At first the other countries played it off as laziness but as time went on they got more and more concerned with the Frenchman's whereabouts. Arthur was the most worried, although he would never admit it. The Brit noticed that Francis had gone missing right after he had rejected his marriage proposal. Which in hindsight, he realized, was probably the rudest he'd ever been to the Frenchman, especially considering how desperately he'd been begging. Francis hadn't even hit Arthur until the Brit struck him first. He'd fought the Frenchman many times, yes, but that time Francis didn't hurt him. Every slap and punch was not even close to his usual par. It made Arthur ponder whether the marriage proposal was all to save himself or if there was actually something more involved. He silently wished that Francis indeed loved him back and that he was just at home sulking.

"Dude, is anyone else at least a lil' worried that Francis hasn't been back for like a week?" Alfred commented as the country's ended one of their many meetings. The others mumbled in agreement, all seeming at least a tad bit concerned about the Frenchman's absence.

"Yeah, where's big brother Francis?" Feliciano chirped from next to Ludwig, who was sighing.

"Vhile it has cut down on ze constant fighting, he's missing important vork. He usually doesn't to zis, as far as I know." More words of agreement were exchanged, and the blonde German pointed at Arthur. "You know vhere Francis lives, ja?"

"I do, yes." The Brit responded nonchalantly, although he was internally very worried.

"Go over zhere and check on him." Arthur groaned and left the meeting room, not letting it show that he was actually happy to go.
The Brit jumped into his car and began the short drive to Francis' small house.

Soon enough, Arthur arrived at the Frenchman's house, relieved to see that his car was still parked in the driveway. The Brit parked his car behind Francis' and got out, briskly walking to the front door and knocking three times. Arthur waited for a solid minute with no response. He huffed and knocked again, harder and more urgently.

"Francis! Where the bloody hell have you been for the past week!" No answer.

"Goddamnit Francis! Are you sulking about the marriage thing?" Still, no motion from inside the Frenchman's home. Arthur growled and went to a window to try and look in, seeing all the curtains closed. This was extremely odd to the Brit. Arthur had been over to his house occasionally for various reasons and the curtains were never drawn. Not even when they were fighting.
Arthur headed back to the front door, running his finger through his choppy golden hair.

"Francis, if you don't open the door right now I'm coming in myself!" The clover-eyed Brit yelled loudly at the house, expecting a response. Still, there was silence.

"Goddamnit Francis!" Arthur groaned in exasperation as he searched for the spare key under the doormat. The Brit found it , jammed it into the lock and threw the door open to find something he didn't expect in the slightest.