Whoo fanfic!
Title: Untitled
Pairing: France X England, France X Vietnam
Warning: T for some sex
Summary: Arthur catches France cheating on him. Angst ensues.
Arthur walked around the corner, humming softly to himself as he entered the conference building in London. It was only a short walk from his house, so he walked whenever it wasn't raining. He had a date with Francis for lunch, during which he intended to talk to the other nation about how the sex had started turning into dates where they kissed goodnight instead of fucking, and how if Francis wanted more of that, he, Arthur would be more than glad to oblige.
As he navigated the maze of corridors to the conference room he heard noises coming from one of the usually empty side rooms, and decided that it was his duty to inform the nation or nations of the correct meeting place. He knocked politely on the door before opening it. "Ah, the meeting room is actu-" And that was as far as he got. Vietnam was sitting on the edge of the table, flushed red and moaning, breathing heavily, one strap of her dress falling off her shoulder. But that wasn't what Arthur was staring at. Standing between Vietnam's open legs, hands on her hips, sucking gently on the breast exposed by the fallen strap, was Francis. Arthur's heart stopped. France's sultry gaze turned upward to see who had interrupted them, only for his eyes to fly open as he recognized Arthur's stunned face. Francis let out a shocked "Merde!" before Arthur turned and fled the room.
He tore through the hallways of the conference center, his only feeling a sorrow too deep, a loss so great that he didn't have the words for it. His tears dripped down his face and he bolted through the doors of the building into the streets, where it was now pouring rain. He dashed through the slowly growing puddles towards his house, not caring that he was getting soaking wet, only glad that the rain disguised his tear-stained face. He heard Francis' faint call of "Arthur! Wait! Angleterre!” This only spurred the Englishman to race faster down the empty streets toward his house, desperate to shut himself inside away from the world.
When he finally reached his house he hears the panting of Francis' breath as the other nation chases him, to try to offer false comforts and explanations that would sound so pretty that they could only be lies. Arthur takes the front steps three at a time and upon reaching the landing turns around to face the Frenchman he used to love. Arthur stands there, tears silently streaming down his face, while Francis tries to catch his breath. “Arthur-” Francis begins, but he gets no further as the man in question slaps him hard across the face. “I don't want to hear it!” Arthur chokes out around the sobs that are beginning to wrack his body. With that, he quickly slips inside the house, slamming the door behind him; immediately he collapses to the floor crying. France is left outside, kneeling, begging Arthur to hear him out, knowing that there is no reason the other man should listen, and knowing that there is no way to fix the pain he's caused.
Pairing: France X England, France X Vietnam
Warning: T for some sex
Summary: Arthur catches France cheating on him. Angst ensues.
Arthur walked around the corner, humming softly to himself as he entered the conference building in London. It was only a short walk from his house, so he walked whenever it wasn't raining. He had a date with Francis for lunch, during which he intended to talk to the other nation about how the sex had started turning into dates where they kissed goodnight instead of fucking, and how if Francis wanted more of that, he, Arthur would be more than glad to oblige.
As he navigated the maze of corridors to the conference room he heard noises coming from one of the usually empty side rooms, and decided that it was his duty to inform the nation or nations of the correct meeting place. He knocked politely on the door before opening it. "Ah, the meeting room is actu-" And that was as far as he got. Vietnam was sitting on the edge of the table, flushed red and moaning, breathing heavily, one strap of her dress falling off her shoulder. But that wasn't what Arthur was staring at. Standing between Vietnam's open legs, hands on her hips, sucking gently on the breast exposed by the fallen strap, was Francis. Arthur's heart stopped. France's sultry gaze turned upward to see who had interrupted them, only for his eyes to fly open as he recognized Arthur's stunned face. Francis let out a shocked "Merde!" before Arthur turned and fled the room.
He tore through the hallways of the conference center, his only feeling a sorrow too deep, a loss so great that he didn't have the words for it. His tears dripped down his face and he bolted through the doors of the building into the streets, where it was now pouring rain. He dashed through the slowly growing puddles towards his house, not caring that he was getting soaking wet, only glad that the rain disguised his tear-stained face. He heard Francis' faint call of "Arthur! Wait! Angleterre!” This only spurred the Englishman to race faster down the empty streets toward his house, desperate to shut himself inside away from the world.
When he finally reached his house he hears the panting of Francis' breath as the other nation chases him, to try to offer false comforts and explanations that would sound so pretty that they could only be lies. Arthur takes the front steps three at a time and upon reaching the landing turns around to face the Frenchman he used to love. Arthur stands there, tears silently streaming down his face, while Francis tries to catch his breath. “Arthur-” Francis begins, but he gets no further as the man in question slaps him hard across the face. “I don't want to hear it!” Arthur chokes out around the sobs that are beginning to wrack his body. With that, he quickly slips inside the house, slamming the door behind him; immediately he collapses to the floor crying. France is left outside, kneeling, begging Arthur to hear him out, knowing that there is no reason the other man should listen, and knowing that there is no way to fix the pain he's caused.