A/N: A songfic based on Maroon 5's 'Payphone'. I have decided to expand on this chapter, specifically their argument. I will also make this into a longer story, perhaps of about four chapters. I decided to keep this chapter from France's POV.

Disclaimer: Hetalia and the characters involved do not belong to me. Nor does the song 'Payphone'.

I'm at a payphone trying to call home, all of my change I've spent on you.

Francis closed the door of the small, red, phone box. He picked up the phone, inserting the small coins into the change slot. He dialled the number, his hand pressing against his forehead. He waited, leaning against the wall. He gazed out of the glass opposite him, watching the steady flow of London traffic. Finally, the dial tone finished. His heart leapt. He heard the deep tone of Arthur's voice.

"Hello?"

"Arthur. Please. Listen to me, I-" Arthur interrupted him, scoffing.

"What do you want? To ridicule me again? To try and get me into bed with you?" Francis could hear the annoyance in his voice, and he imagined Arthur folding his arms, his thick eyebrows pulling together in a scowl.

"No. I want to apologise. I was an idiot. I-I didn't mean any of it; I promise. I just want to be able to talk to you, without me messing up and us arguing. I'm sick of it, and I know you are too. Please." He closed his eyes tightly, praying that Arthur wouldn't scream at him again. He needed him. He had ruined a good thing so many times, and he knew he was on his final chance. He heard Arthur sigh. Silence filled the call.

"Fine. We can talk, but if you dare try and make a joke about me, or try and 'flirt' with me, I'm walking away, and I'll only ever talk to you if it's completely unavoidable. Understand?"

"Ou- Yes, I understand." Francis smiled, his face relaxing. "Oh, and Arthur? One last thing."

"What?" The annoyance had returned to the Englishman's voice.

"I love you." Francis rushed his last sentence, nervously anticipating a stream of abuse and spluttering. He bit his lip. He turned, facing the holder of the phone.

"I love you too, frog." Arthur said quietly, before hastily hanging up. Francis looked at the receiver, shocked. He stood still for a few moments. He was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. He slammed the receiver back into its place, whipping his head around. He opened the door of the phone box, nodding at the stranger in acknowledgement.

He thrust his hands in his pockets, beginning to smile as he walked home. He couldn't quite believe it.

Arthur loved him back.