AmourTojours
2010-07-01T00:00:04.000Z
It had been a rough couple of months for Francis. First, those dreadfully devastating floods, ruining his country and making his people
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homeless, desperate and even killing them. Then there had been that burning humiliation at the World Cup – France, always able to boast
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a strong team, eliminated so shamefully early, after only a couple of rather disappointing games. Needless to say his people low spirited
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and he could not help suffering from it. He didn’t look his best, either –which was rare for the ever elegant, handsome Frenchman, one who
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always paid the utmost attention to the smallest of details – a perfectionist by all means. He was presently laying in the dimly lit sitting
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room of his huge mansion, wearing nothing but an old dressing gown, messy blond hair falling into his face, his beard left to grow untamed.
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T00:04:43.000Z
((Bah fucking word limit!))
Hunny!Feli
2010-07-01T00:05:12.000Z
[[I love you, Francis Nii san~ Sparkling eyes lurker]]
old!Russia
2010-07-01T00:09:46.000Z
[[I missed your roleplaying France!/lurks]
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T00:12:03.000Z
(( <3 je t'aime aussi mon petit Italien! and lol, I'm rusty so I hope I will not disappoint you my lovely lurkers <3 ))
Vash
2010-07-01T00:15:08.000Z
(( You're off to a good start <2587150948-))
Vash
2010-07-01T00:15:20.000Z
((Stupid smileys ))
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2010-07-01T00:16:18.000Z
Arthur bit his lip as he debated on ringing on the Frenchman's doorbell. There was a chance he wouldn't even answer.The Englishman had been,
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2010-07-01T00:17:02.000Z
more or less, actually worried about him. He hadn't recieve any annoying phone calls or crude emails from the Nation in a rather long
Hunny!Feli shares
2010-07-01T00:17:26.000Z
[[YOU won't and and a welcome back pic for Francis Nii san]] https://images.plurk.com/5641427_125e85b46ac58236fc6a626796a5f38d.jpg
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time. England thought it was a nice change for once, but when he tried to argue with Francis at the recent UN meeting was when the worry set
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in. He didn't even retort back, he didn't steal a kiss or a grope, he was just... solitary. Arthur shakes his head to clear his thoughts and
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rings the bell, tapping his foot nervously.
old!Russia
2010-07-01T00:18:57.000Z
[ you'll do great France~]
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T00:27:33.000Z
Francis was not expecting any visitors, uncharacteristically so – he had not been in a long time due to safety restrictions and his overall
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2010-07-01T00:27:52.000Z
lack of social life recently. When he heard the sharp, shrill noise of the door bell it startled him, and he opened his eyes groggily,
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2010-07-01T00:28:24.000Z
blinking a few times to will himself awake. He had not gotten much sleep at all in the past few months and those rare, precious hours he did
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manage to were often haunted by nightmares, and were usually during the daytime. Even so he could not leave a visitor standing outside and
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he could not risk turning away someone who could potentially bring news of an emergency. He slowly, gingerly walked up to the door
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and opened it as far as the latch allowed. “Oui?” his voice was devoid of the usual charm it held – it sounded rather like one of
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T00:30:01.000Z
someone who had been smoking most of their life, hoarse, raspy and low.
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T00:30:20.000Z
((aww merci you guys <3 ))
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2010-07-01T00:35:09.000Z
Arthur shivers slightly at the groggy voice. Even through the partly agape door, the Englishman could already tell Francis was not taking
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this disaster well. He had never wittnessed the Frenchman like this. Arthur keeps his frown plastered on his face, and folds his
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arms. "What? Are you going to leave a guest out on your door step? That's quite unlike you, I must say."
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2010-07-01T00:41:22.000Z
A click could be heard and the door was instantly unbolted, the chain clinking lightly as the latch swung loose. Francis could not bear for
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2010-07-01T00:41:47.000Z
Arthur,of all people,to see him in such a state,but he figured that it was best to strip the plaster sooner rather than later.
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2010-07-01T00:42:24.000Z
He owed him an explanation after all. “Bienvenue,mon Angleterre. Come in..” he droned in that same, alarmingly unfamiliar voice as he
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stepped to the side and turned his back on him, ready to lead him through the dark corridor and into the sitting room.
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2010-07-01T00:50:12.000Z
"That's more like it," Arthur says in an unamused tone, frowning even further as he sees the Frenchman's full state. He allows Francis to
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lead him to the sitting room, their foot steps echoing the empty dark halls. "How long do you plan to keep the lights off? Good Lord, you
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could at least draw the curtains a tad," The Englishman said, his voice strong and stubborn as usual, a strong facade to hide how worried he
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really was.
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T00:59:39.000Z
“Until ze situation vill stabilise. My people are suffering from a dire electricity shortage, amongst ozer things.”
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T00:59:59.000Z
He offered as they entered the sitting room, curtains drawn. “Forgive my state,I vas trying to catch some sleep..”
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2010-07-01T01:00:37.000Z
he added as he glanced over the thick curtains blocking any light. He plopped onto his baroque sofa,
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an arm lazily draped over the ornate armrest, tired eyes scanning the Englishman. “I am ‘appy to see you.” he spoke after a lengthy
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2010-07-01T01:01:15.000Z
moment of silence.
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T01:08:48.000Z
((Damn and blast! Why must it be 3 am ;A; *bedtimes s-sob*))
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2010-07-01T01:09:16.000Z
(( ;A; I'm sorry for my slow typing <///3 when do you think you'll be up? ))
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T01:10:22.000Z
((Aww don't apologise ma chére <3 I will be up at around 10-11 my time (GMT+1) and I will respond asap. <3 ))
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2010-07-01T01:10:51.000Z
(( ;3; kk <3 ))
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T01:11:28.000Z
((*baise main!* Forgive me for failing you so hard mon bijou ;3; darn sleep!))
UK_
2010-07-01T01:11:57.000Z
(( Q 3 Q no its fine! go to sleep <3 ))
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T01:12:19.000Z
((Oui! Bonne nuit mon amour~ *chu* ))
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2010-07-01T01:18:45.000Z
The Brit chose to stand by the window, arms still stubbornly folded against his chest as he studies him. He scowls and retorts to the last
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2010-07-01T01:19:10.000Z
comment, "In all honesty Francis, I can't say the same." He lets his gaze wonder away from the Frenchman to the window, not wanting to see
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2010-07-01T01:19:43.000Z
the him any longer in this state. It made his heart fall just seeing his drooping blue eyes, groggy with the need of sleep. "From what I see
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2010-07-01T01:20:05.000Z
right now you're not my idiotic, git-faced frog. Have you even had a taste of wine this month? When was the last time you properly groomed
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yourself?" Oh damn it all, his facade was cracking.
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T10:28:33.000Z
“Le vin makes my throat parched,vhen zere are so many people vho struggle to get eau.” he explained, looking at the Englishman’s tense frame
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T10:28:57.000Z
but he offered a small smile at his concern.”Do I look zat bad, chéri?” he asked, almost teasingly, after a long pause in which he pondered
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2010-07-01T10:29:14.000Z
something, sad blue eyes scanning the other’s body language for an answer he already knew.
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2010-07-01T11:24:28.000Z
((Question, starting over or not? ))
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T12:15:24.000Z
((Whatever you wish! It seems like at this point it would make sense...))
UK_
2010-07-01T12:17:22.000Z
((mkay~ then I say relationship, but still in the earier stages of it o3o ))
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T12:18:15.000Z
((Okay! That is why France has isolated himself,choosing not to burden England))
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2010-07-01T12:26:27.000Z
“I would expect you to owned a mirror.” Arthur sneers lightly, but automatically bites his lip after what he just said. Insults and punches
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2010-07-01T12:26:54.000Z
weren’t going to work this time, were they? The Frenchman’s appearance, it was hard to look at. The Englishman stole quick glances at him as
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he stood by the window, almost not wanting it to be true, wishing it was just all one big atrocious allusion or dream that can be swept
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away with ease.
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T12:43:00.000Z
Francis raised an eyebrow at the jab, but also saw Arthur’s reaction to that slip.He smiled warmly,and let out a breathless laugh. “I own
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2010-07-01T12:43:25.000Z
many,mon cher...mais I ‘ave covered zem.” he could feel the tension,he could feel the Englishman’s unease. He knew he was not much to
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2010-07-01T12:43:40.000Z
look at right then,but for once he didn’t really care. “Viens ici, s’il vous plait..” he pleaded, patting a spot on the sofa next to him.
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2010-07-01T12:52:26.000Z
Arthur stays still at the window, eyeing the seat warily. Usually the Englishman would refuse without a thought knowing it’d just lead
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to vulgar intensions by the Frenchman…but now, its probably something he needs. The nation walks slowly over and quietly sits down next to
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Francis, his green eyes gazing at the floor in front of them.
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T12:59:42.000Z
“Merci..” he whispered hoarsely,leaning slightly towards the Englishman. “Do I repulse you, Arthúr?” he asked after a few moments,
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2010-07-01T12:59:47.000Z
piercing blue eyes fixed on the other’s features.
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2010-07-01T13:05:10.000Z
Arthur laughs dryly leaning back into the couch. "You always do." He allows himself to glance over at the Frenchman, offering him a
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small strained smile.
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T13:11:04.000Z
He smiled back,lapis lazuli eyes narrowing appreciatively,a tiny glint of that alluring mischief typical of the Frenchman in them.
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2010-07-01T13:11:30.000Z
“I’m glad..” he extended an arm towards him,long,bony fingers caressing the other’s chest briefly before curling around the fabric of his
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2010-07-01T13:11:56.000Z
shirt,rather like a lost child would.Only then did it hit him just how lonely he felt,and how much he’d needed Arthur.He'd come to see him
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in his moment of weakness,and Francis had let him in.
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Arthur’s eyes softened as he witnessed the childish action. He lets his own hands take a hold of the one on his shirt, clasping it between
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his owns two hands. He held it to his chest, not wanting to let go of the boney hand.The Englishman couldn’t remember the last time they had
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even touched each other, it was almost to painful to think about. It seemed as though every time those blue eyes of his, full of stress
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and depression, blinked, one of Arthur’s heart strings would be snipped apart.
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2010-07-01T13:34:59.000Z
The silent gesture of affection is what was needed for Francis to give in. He could no longer pretend, or hold back. He took comfort in
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T13:35:15.000Z
Arthur’s warm hands and leaned over,letting his tired head rest on the Englishman’s shoulder,burrowing lightly into the crook of his neck,
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2010-07-01T13:35:34.000Z
his shoulders shaking lightly.
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2010-07-01T13:48:21.000Z
Arthur held the hand a bit longer before latching his arms around Francis, pressing the nation even closer to him feeling as though he’d
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vanish right out of thin air. His beard pricked his skin more than usual, but the Englishman couldn’t care less at the moment. Francis was
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in his arms, that was enough for now. But even so, it left him a way to break the silence. “Oi, haven’t you even thought about shaving?” One
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of his hands moves the thread itself lightly into the Frenchman’s locks, brushing out the tangles comfortingly.
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2010-07-01T14:59:11.000Z
“non...” Francis mumbled against Arthur’s soft skin as he inhaled his familiar,inebriating scent,one he’d missed dearly.
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The Englishman had such power over him – a simple gesture,a word uttered in a certain way,a brief glance...anything
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T15:00:12.000Z
he did could provoke such strong turmoil in his chest,a churning in his gut,a tremor in his body,a weakness in his joints...such was the
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power Arthur held over the helpless Frenchman.He leaned into his arms completely,hands gripping almost desperately onto his shirt,his scalp
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tingling pleasantly from the soft caresses. “zere is...” he inhaled deeply,eyes fluttering shut as he gave into the comforting sensation
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T15:01:19.000Z
“a certain fascination to ze rugged look..” he teased,even though his body was screaming need.
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2010-07-01T15:13:54.000Z
“Oh, is that so? I must say fashion is going down hill if this is the new casual,” Arthur snorts lightly. “I don’t think I am very fond of
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fashion movement.” The Englishman continued his light caresses, leaning his head down to kiss Francis’ temple. “I’d prefer your normal
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flashy wears to this in comparison.” He relaxes his shoulders letting the Frenchman get comfortable in the nook of his neck. His job
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going to be easier than he thought if this was all the nation needed to be cheered up, but something tells him it isn’t.
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Francis’ dry lips curled into a smile,and he kissed a soft spot on Arthur’s neck before nuzzling it with his nose. “You never vere fond of
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novelties in fashion...you’re so old fashioned” he murmured playfully as he shifted, allowing himself to nestle comfortably into the
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Briton’s arms.His breath hitched slightly as he felt the other’s soft,warm lips on his temple,a shiver running down his weakened body – a
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touch he much needed.
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2010-07-01T15:36:51.000Z
Arthur sees the nation’s reaction and kisses him again. Sure it was uncharacteristic of him, but at the moment it looked as though all that
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Francis needed was to be spoiled right now in his arms. The nuzzles the man was giving him reassured the Brit to continue with his
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comforting, something he didn‘t have much experience in. Now that he thought about it, he was the one who always got comforted. “Your nation
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wouldn’t be pleased if they see you like this…” The Englishman mumbled into his hair as he laid a few more kisses on the other’s head.
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Francis could tell Arthur wasn’t quite used to comforting,but it was that fact that made him feel even more comforted –the Englishman’s rare
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gesture directed towards him was eloquent enough. “non...mais I suppose zey ‘ave greater things on zeir minds..” he let his fingers smooth
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Francis could tell Arthur wasn’t quite used to comforting,but it was over Arthur’s chest and lay on top of his heart, fingertips trying to
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2010-07-01T16:04:30.000Z
((eep I made a mess of the last post because it lagged sob! lemme rewrite it!))
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2010-07-01T16:05:04.000Z
*over Arthur’s chest and lay on top of his heart, fingertips trying to feel the beat.
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He could probably feel it, Arthur thought seeing how it had been pounding loudly ever since he touched the Frenchman. Arthur felt his
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face flush at the thought and decides to takes his mind off his beating heart by worrying over the nation.“And when is the last time you had
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a full meal?"
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2010-07-01T16:34:41.000Z
Francis let out a soft whine at that,pouting like a child and hiding even more onto the other’s shoulder. “I am not ‘ungry,Arthúr...”
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2010-07-01T16:39:19.000Z
Arthur frowns at not having an answer,"And how long have you been like that?" Honestly, Francis could be such a child at times...
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2010-07-01T16:41:22.000Z
“Je ne sais pas...” was his answer,his voice lowering to a whisper,slowly gaining back its charm.
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2010-07-01T16:50:58.000Z
The nation clicked his tongue in disbelief. "...you don't know. Do you honestly think that I would believe that?" Arthur huffs, looking
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down at the Frenchman on his shoulder.
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2010-07-01T16:55:12.000Z
He nodded playfully,refusing to look up,rubbing his beard lightly onto his neck. “mhhmh...”
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The beard, Arthur was ashamed to say, actually *tickled* his neck. He cringed at the rubbing, tensing up his shoulders. "Oi, don't do that."
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Francis actually /grinned/ at that,for the first time in months,his face almost aching as his lips stretched,and kept nuzzling him like
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that,highly amused “Pourquoi..?”
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Arthur feels his stomach squirm at the tickling sensation and tries to unlatch the Frenchman from the crook of his neck. "O-o-oi! stop it!"
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2010-07-01T22:09:04.000Z
Francis let out a breathless laugh and kissed the spot he was rubbing,letting his lips linger there for a moment.
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The nation stayed tense expecting more tickling from the Frenchman. After a moment, Arthur sighs, relaxing his body back. "You're so
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childish some times."
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2010-07-01T23:37:48.000Z
“And you are so easy to tease...” he chuckled, considerably happier in Arthur’s hold. He began a trail of kisses up his neck before settling
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back down.
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2010-07-01T23:42:11.000Z
If this were any other situation, Arthur would have probably shoved the Frenchman off once he started kissing his neck, but if this is
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what Francis wants, Arthur supposed he could live through the embarrassment.
AmourTojours
2010-07-01T23:44:54.000Z
“hmm..?” Francis mused, rather surprised by Arthur’s lack of protest in the form of hitting.He usually ended up bruised.
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He frowned a little, looking up at the Briton. “Arthúr...? Are you alright..?”
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Arthur frowned slightly at the question,blushing slightly."You of all people are asking me *that*?Of course I'm alright, why wouldn't I be?"
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2010-07-01T23:50:36.000Z
“You are be’aving in a strange vay. ....Do you ....pity me..?” he asked candidly, but wore a serious expression as he drew back a little.
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Arthur breathes deeply in, no really wanting to answer that."I'm just... concerned, okay?"His blush deepened as he admits the truth, letting
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his eyes look anywhere but at Francis'.
AmourTojours
2010-07-02T00:12:29.000Z
“Concerned...” Francis looked at him intently, scouring for a sign,anything...of course there must have been a reason as to why Arthur
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2010-07-02T00:12:52.000Z
turned up on his front step, and it went beyond mere curiousity. Concern. His Arthur was concerned about him..and he knew for it to be true,
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since he normally would never admit to that.
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2010-07-02T00:22:16.000Z
Arthur huffs in embarrassment and folds his arms against his chest. "I-its not like I'm fretting over you, I-I'm just a tad concerned. My
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inbox has been spam free for months!" The Englishman continues to ramble on, trying to make it seem as though his concern was
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minuscule. But it might have been to late...
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2010-07-02T12:04:08.000Z
"You miss my spam?" Francis smiled a little impishly,leaning onto his shoulder in a casual manner.He'd known Arthur for a long time and knew
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2010-07-02T12:04:33.000Z
better than to completely believe what he said. The Briton was the king of denial after all.
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2010-07-02T12:10:25.000Z
"What? No! How could I miss such crude waste of space in my inbox?!" The Englishman refused to look at the casual leaning man, he could
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2010-07-02T12:10:28.000Z
already feel the smugness admitting off of him...Damn it...
AmourTojours
2010-07-02T12:12:29.000Z
"It's alright,Arthúr. It makes me 'appy to know you missed me." his smile is sincere,and he raises a hand to the other's cheek, caressing it
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2010-07-02T12:12:38.000Z
lightly. "Merci for coming."
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2010-07-02T12:21:58.000Z
"I wasn't missing you, I was *concerned*," Arthur denied, but Lord, that was false. He had been missing his pestering, his arguing, just
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in all, him. Sure, Arthur was usually a solitary person confined to himself, but after a while... it does get lonely.
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