Too Little Too Late {UKFr Angst/Fluff} COMPLETED

A Failed Proposal?

"Silence France." Francis' boss pushed the nation away from the door and onto the living room floor chest-first, the Frenchman yelping on impact. His boss pushed a foot between Francis' shoulder blades and stood over him, looking at the long haired man as if he were trash on the sidewalk. Slowly and nonchalantly, he pulled a pistol out of a holster on his belt. Francis looked behind him and his eyes widened, tears flooding down his face once again as he realized that his boss was about to do what all nations feared. He was about to end Francis' existence. All those centuries of being alive would disappear in an instant, and there was so much the Frenchman hadn't accomplished yet, including finally telling Arthur that he loved him.

"M-monsieur! Non! NON! S'il vous plâit!"
(M-mister! No! NO! Please!)
His boss said nothing, only cocking the gun and aiming it at the back of the French nations head. Francis was quivering and screaming at this point, starting to thrash under his bosses foot.

"Au revoir France."
(Goodbye France)

Right at that moment, the Frenchman's door flew open and banged against the opposite wall, creating a huge dent in the wall. Francis' boss whipped his head around and took his foot off of the quivering Frenchman's shoulder blades to be met with angry moss eyes full of seething anger.

"What are you doing 'ere England? This doesn't concern you!" Francis' boss yelled. At that moment the Frenchman, obviously scared and shaken, scampered into the kitchen while whimpering loudly. Francis pushed himself into a corner and pulled his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, tears still pouring out of his cobalt eyes as he laid his face in his knees.

"Oh it damn well concerns me! You get away from him!" The Brit yelled angrily, stomping into the house and shoving the Frenchman's boss in the chest hard and sending him onto the floor.
"Killing a nation out of personal malevolent intent results in loss of respect and job! Not only that, but if you kill him," The enraged Arthur gripped Francis' bosses collar and hissed directly into the now fearful mans face, "I'll kill you."

Francis' boss was a strong man, but when it came down to it he knew it was better not to trifle with the anger of a former empire or their bosses. He righted himself and quickly left the house, Arthur snatching the .22 caliber pistol away from him. The Brit growled at him as he left, making sure he left completely before the anger slid away from his being and was replaced with worry.
Arthur put the pistol down on the table and quickly walked over to the  violently trembling Frenchman who was still sobbing uncontrollably. The Englishman raised a hand and slowly rested it on his shoulder, a hard wince quaking through the taller mans body.

"Francis, it's ok. He's gone. It's just me."  Arthur whispered softly, rubbing Francis' shoulder gently, trying not to tackle the scared man into a tight hug of seeing him alive again. After a few moments of only crying, Francis lifted his head and tearful cobalt met concerned emerald.

"W-what are you doing here A-Arthur?" Arthur's heart stopped for a moment, remembering that the Frenchman had just been rejected only minutes before to the long haired blondes perspective. The Englishman took a deep breath and held Francis' stubbled chin in his fingers and gazed at him. Arthur felt the taller mans quick and shaky breaths, his eyes full of questions.

"I've...changed my mind Francis." The Englishman said softly, wiping Francis' tears away with his other hand. "I was a fool to dismiss you like that, and I was a fool for not coming out and saying that I love you Francis..." Arthur sighed and shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. Francis didn't say anything, only staring at the Brit in a bewildered fashion.

"I'll help you through your bankruptcy, and you don't need to become my little French Bitch..." He cleared his throat a bit at that portion. "I love you, and all you need to do is love me back."
Francis stared at him for a while longer before pulling the Brit into a tight hug, surprising the smaller man.

"Merci beaucoup Arthur, mon dieu merci...Je t'aime aussi..." Arthur teared up and hugged him back even harder, clinging to him as if it was the last thing he'd ever do. Francis was alive. Francis was alive and he was finally his. All his for now and forever.

"Francis...I do. Goddamnit it I do."