Hetalia Drabbles

Why so lonely?(FRUK)

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Arthur sat alone in his living room, sipping his tea with a newspaper. The rain pattered on the window, creating a relaxing atmosphere for the nation. Of course, he is used to the rain, he is England after all. He let out a hopeless sigh and looked out the rain streaked window. Cars splashed through puddles, people running for shelter. I'm sure glad I'm not out there he thought to himself with a smile, he took another sip of his sweet tea. Lately, he had being arguing with Francis, which of course is to be expected of them two. However, it got very personal where they said the worst of the worst insults. Arthur said that Francis only liked to look gorgeous because he's an 'attention seeking whore' and Francis said that nobody liked Arthur because he's such a miserable foul-mouthed loner. In the end, they parted ways and now have not spoken for about two weeks. Arthur didn't want to think it but he started to miss Francis in way, misses having someone to talk to even argue with.

Slowly, he picked up his cup and saucer. The loneliness had really caught up with him, he didn't have Francis knocking at his door to tell him ridiculous things. Arthur shuffled into the kitchen and began to wash his cup. The rain continued to pour, making Arthur feel even more down in the dumps. The grey clouds gathered over London and flooded everything in its path. In some ways, Arthur had never felt so guilty in his life. After realizing what he said to Francis, he wanted to apologize but he knew Francis would just push him away. He felt like he had lost very close friend who he could never see again. His hands balled up into fists as a small tear brimmed in his eye, his body refused to get rid of it. Instead it felt down his face just like the rain fell down the window.

"Damn it, why do I have to be such a wanker?" he asked himself aloud, frustrated, he pulled a handkerchief from his chest pocket to dry his face. As he gently wiped his face and eyes dry, there was a tapping at his door. Funnily enough, he recognized the rhythm of the tapping and frowned. Maybe he came to apologize? No, probably to confront Arthur about his hurtful words. May as well face him, Arthur thought. Tucking the handkerchief back in his pocket, he shuffled sadly to the front door.

As he pulled it open, his eyes squeezed shut, dreading what would happen. When he opened his eyes, to his surprise, he saw a very sad and wet Francis. His blonde hair plastered to his face, the rain dropping from his face rapidly. Arthur swallowed and pulled a false smile.

"Ah, hello Francis" he said, trying to sound hopeful as though he was all fine. However Francis saw right though his act and sniffed.

"Hello Arthur, may I speak with you?" He asked, his voice thick, Arthur noticed his eyes looked red like they were sore. Maybe it was the rain since it slightly acidic after all or maybe he had being crying but Arthur didn't believe that.

"Of course, come in, it's awful out there" Arthur said pulling the door open so Francis could get into shelter. As Arthur shut the door, Francis removed his soaked jacket. He frowned and looked around, Arthur watched then stepped forward.

"Here, I'll put it on the radiator to dry, is anything else wet?" he asked taking the coat from the wet nation and putting it neatly on the radiator. Hesitantly, Francis shook his head.

"Non, thank you" he simply said.

They both sat in Arthur's living room, Francis wasn't his usual open and talkative self. This made Arthur feel worse, again nearly making him cry. When he looked up at Francis, he just hung his head, his blonde hair dangling in rats tails. Normally Francis would refuse to go out in the rain, let alone get his fabulous hair wet.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Arthur finally asked, Francis looked up, sort of glad Arthur broke the silence. With a weak smile, Francis sat up and sighed.