Francis shook his head. No! This can't be happening! He looked over at Arthur, his eyes shining with hope.

"Please... Say you're lying...?" He begged the green-eyed Briton. Francis pulled Arthur's head onto his shoulder, rubbing up and down his back soothingly. He muttered sweet nothings in French, his own attempt at calming Arthur, and himself, down.

Arthur buried his head into the crook of Francis' neck, cursing himself for being so soft with these types of things. His shoulders shook with gasps as tears continued to soak into the Frenchman's skin, though at this moment, neither of them cared enough to pull away from the other.

Arthur finally pulled away, his eyes red and puffy and his cheeks dusted with a faint pink. Overall, he looked terrible. Francis wiped his cheeks gently with the palm of his hand, removing the tear stains.

"Cher... Tell me what happened?" Francis suggested, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

Arthur nodded, sitting himself into Francis' lap and leaning back against his chest. "W-well... He called me, I answered. He says: 'Yo Artie wanna go to the movies?' or something like that and I say: 'No and don't waste your breath on me anymore. I'm not interested.' and he said... He..." Arthur's voice trailed off, him being unable to speak anymore.

Francis wrapped his arms comfortingly around Arthur, frowning slightly. "It's okay, Cher. Please tell me..." Francis murmured.

"Well..." He sits back up, looking into Francis' eyes. "H-he said: 'Why won't you?' and I s-said: 'Because I hate you...' And he s-said... He said: 'Well you j-just lost your only chance of h-happiness because... Because no one will ever love you.' Arthur choked the last part out, burying his face into Francis' chest again.

Francis stroked Arthur's hair soothingly. "Shh... Shh... Cher, calm down. Calm down, Arthur..." He whispered, holding him close. Francis' own head was spinning with questions, though none of them had any known answers yet. He pulled Arthur off his chest, wiping his face.

Francis' thumbs rubbed over Arthur's cheeks gently, making sure to remove all the tears. He leaned down, placing his forehead against Arthur's. "Cher..."

"Don't you 'Cher' me!" Arthur screamed, pushing the Frenchman away from him. Arthur removed himself from Francis' lap, running a hand through his already messy hair; only making it worse.

"Ugh! Is there anyone out there who's not an annoying piece of-"

"Arthur! Calm. Down." Francis interrupted, placing his hands on Arthur's shoulders.

Arthur squirmed, attempting to get away. "Let me go, you stupid frog faced son of a-"

"Arthur."

"I said-"

"ARTHUR."

Arthur squeaked.

"Merci. Now, Arthur-" Francis was cut off by the sound of the phone ringing. He sighed, checking the callers ID before passing it to Arthur. "It's Alfred..."

Arthur shook his head, passing it back to Francis. "I...can't."

Francis sighed. "Oui, okay." He answered the call. He wasn't even able to say anything before a frantic American accent was heard over the phone.

"Dude! Thank you soooo so so so much for answering I thought you would never answer and I was worried you hated me and I'm sorry but I want you to know that I realize you hate me but I don't blame you because I was being a big asshole and stuff and I know why you hate me but I don't want you to hate me..." Alfred took a large breath and attempted to say more before Francis interrupted.

"Alfred, it's moi, Francis, in case you couldn't tell from my... Beautiful voice. Now, do you have any idea how much you hurt Arthur?"

"... No." Alfred replied After a moment of silence.

"Well you hurt him... Quite a bit, actually."

"I know, but can you, like, tell him I'm really sorry and stuff?" Alfred asked.

"Non! This isn't something that can be fixed from just an I'm sorry!'" By this time, Arthur had already locked himself in his room.

You could hear distressed moaning coming from the other line. "But I really, truly am sorry. Like, seriously."

Francis sighed. "Alfred-"

"No. I'm being serous."

"So what do you want me to do?!"

"I don't know, okay?! You're the master of love, so please. Just do something!" Francis could hear sobbing come from the other line and immediately felt bad.

"Ah... Well... Why did you ask him out in the first place?" The Frenchman first asked.

"Well it's OBVIOUS! I like him. Like like him." Alfred replied with a roll of his eyes, though Francis couldn't see it. "And you call me the stupid one." He muttered after.

Francis shook his head. NO NO NO NO NO! "Alfred... Are you SURE about that...?" Francis inquired hopefully. Maybe, just maybe, it was all a joke, A cruel, terrible joke that fate had decided to play. Yes, that was it. It HAD to be. There's no way in hell this could be true. No. Francis refused to believe it. Complete, utter, bullsh-

"Does it SOUND like I'm not?!"

"Well..."

"DOES IT?!"

"N-non..."

"Good. Because I'm being so serious right now, it hurts. True story."

Francis just shook his head dejectedly. Now it was all clear. Everything. Arthur and him never had a chance, because he was meant to be with Alfred. Simple as that. "Listen, Alfred... I... I'll call you back... Later... Okay?" He whispered out. He felt like shit. Even more so then when he tried to take his own life. Now, he knew he didn't even have a chance with the love of his life.

He felt like an idiot.

And with that, he hung up.

AN

LATE UPDATE IS LATE. GAIIIIIS IM LEIK SO SOWWIE I HAZNT UPDATEEEEDDDD. Life got crazy. Real crazy. I might not update again for a bit, but I'll try :3 Oh, and short chapter is short. Better than nothing though, Da? ^J^

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