Under the rain~English translation

Under The Rain/Sous La Pluie

Arthur prov
Several times Alfred teases me, I often ignore him, sometimes I answer him with the usual sharp sarcasm that distinguishes me, the fact is that today I did not do it in either of the two ways.

I ran away.

I don't know exactly where, but now I find myself in one of London's many parks, my beloved capital.
When he started talking about that 4th of July I already felt pretty bad, but he didn't care.
Then when he started to make fun of me, mocking me of the fact that I couldn't shoot when I found myself in front of him unarmed, claiming that I was afraid I got up and left.
I don't screams or other. I just got pissed off.

I walk around this park, not caring who is what surrounds me.
At some point I raise my head and realize that I am lost, does nothing. So who would want to be with me ...

I realize that in that park there is only me, not a soul other than mine.
And in this solitude I give vent to everything I've been through.
I cry. For the first time I grant my tears the freedom to caress my cheeks, and my sobs to come out freely from my mouth.

I am shaking and it has also started to rain.
The raindrops mix with those of my tears.
I'm completely wet from my hair, right up to my shoes.
As I sink into my lake of agony and sadness I hear screaming
"Arthùr! Arthùr!"

Francis prov
When Arthur left the meeting room I started discussing with Alfred.
Actually I screamed like a beast and he said nothing with his head down.
He doesn't know what Arthur has been through.
He doesn't know why he built that barrier in front of him. He knows nothing!
He must not allow  to say those things to Arthur!

"Francis" says Gilbert "Why are you defending Arthur so protective? I mean you have all the reasons in the world to defend it ... but it's not that deep down ..."
"Sors de ton cul" *

And I go out of the hall thinking where Arthur could have gone. I see him, I don't want to disturb, I'm a little behind him.
I look like a stalker.
I see him stop and fall to his knees.

Meanwhile there is the universal flood and my hair is getting wet!

Oh well for Arthur this and much more.

I see that he is struck by chills. I reach him and hug him.

Arthur prov
I hear someone hugging me. I don't want to know who he is, but I've already understood.

Automatically my sobs become stronger and the tears multiply.
Francis makes me turn and hugs me even stronger and starts to sing me a song to make me calm down a little

Sur le pont d’Avignon,
L’on y danse, l'on y danse,
Sur le pont d’Avignon
L’on y danse tout en rond.
Les beaux messieurs font comme ça
Et puis encore comme ça.
Sur le pont d’Avignon
L’on y danse tout en rond.

Sur le pont d’Avignon,
L’on y danse, l'on y danse,
Sur le pont d’Avignon
L’on y danse tout en rond.
Les belles dames font comme ça
Et puis encore comme ça.
Sur le pont d’Avignon,
L’on y danse, l'on y danse,
Sur le pont d’Avignon
L’on y danse tout en rond.

Les officiers font comme ça
Les bébés font comme ça
Les bons amis font comme ça
Les musiciens font comme ça
Et les abbés font comme ça
Et les gamins font comme ça
Les Laveuses font comme ça.**

Francis has a really nice voice.
I look into his eyes. They are blue like the sky in summer when there is not even the shadow of a cloud. I look at his hair, currently wet because of the rain, they look like sunbeams.

I look at his lips. They are slightly red and stand out very much on his fair skin. I would like to kiss him. And I can't formulate a single thought of logical sense that our lips have united in a kiss.

Francis prov
He's kissing me. Representing the land of love, I have experienced this contact several times and it never made any difference to me.

But this is not.

This makes me feel like it's the first one. I feel inexperienced.

My hands meanwhile wander in that field of wheat that are his hair and my eyes are set in his two emeralds that reside in his eyes. I squeeze his hips with my arms.
We are off to catch our breath and Arthur says

"Stupid frog ... I ... love you ... with hate"
"But chenille, I also love you with hate. Àpres tout hate is just a different type of love"
"Shut up and kiss my fucking mouth"
"Avec plasair mon cher"***

Author Space
Hello to everyone! I hope that you'll like this One-Shot.
(Tell me if you want other of these One-Shots about FrUk)

Asterisks:
*="Fuck you"
**=Sur le pont d'Avignon is a famous franch song for the kids
***="With pleasure my darling"