The school day finally came to a rest. Students happily walking home with their friends, making plans to drop off their things and meet back together after. Arthur scurried on home, knowing Francis was already at home waiting for him. Wait a second- why was he so excited to talk to Francis?! And why so excited today? At other day could have been fine.
He slowed his pace down, he guess he needed it. his heart was pumping so fast already. With deep breaths, he walked home. The blond Frenchman circling in his train of thought. Homework should be in his thoughts, not some person. No matter now, he was home.
"I'm home mother, father." he said as he entered.
"Welcome home Arthur" smiled his mom, a beautiful blonde woman.
She has soft green eyes; her hair flowed down to her mid-back. Mrs. Kirkland is currently wearing a light blue sundress, a white shawl over her shoulders. Her fair skin gave off a glowing look.
"Ay, my youngest of sons" grinned his father.
Mr. Kirkland was a dashing, daring man. Bright red hair with sharp green eyes. A forming beard on his chin and jawline. He wore a orange, green and black plaid kilt, knee-high socks with his trademark black Scottish coat.
"You're wearing THAT father" groaned Arthur.
He laughed, "What do you think I'll be wearing boy?"
Something other than that is what he wanted to say, but he's spent enough one already. Dwadling with his father's choice of clothing. His oldest brother, Allistor, was the exact replica of their father.
Entering his room, he set his bag down to lay on his bed. letting out a deep breath of relief. He's finally home. And so is Francis. Is he being desperate?
Looking over at his computer, he sighed as he waited for Francis to call him. Sitting up, he grabbed his bag. Maybe homework will get the other off of his mind.
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With a set smile, the Frenchman clicked on the others icon and sent him a call. It took him a bit longer to get his homework done, but he managed to finish it for a call with Arthur. Everything he did was honestly for Arthur and Arthur himself.
Within a few seconds, the call was picked up with a disheveled British man. His hair was even more of a mess than usual, eyes in a slight panic as he blinked a few times. Francis gave an amused chuckle.
"You missed me too"
When Francis's words registered in Arthur's head, he gave of an annoyed look. The Frenchman had to stifle his laugh at that. Arthur's expressions were just to funny not to laugh at.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You of course. Did you just wake up?"
The green eyes teen perked up, his hands reaching up to fix his hair as best as he could. Francis watching him so. He's seen his hair slicked back once, and honestly, it was hilarious.
"Happy?" grumbled he.
He looked up, there he was. With a short nod, he smiled. In the back, Arthur's room looked like a mess. similar to how he had his. Well it was homework after all.
"Sorry for calling later than usual, you can guess why" said Francis.
He nodded, " I needed the extra time anyways"
Holding his chest where his heart is, he gave out a dramatic gasp. Arthur gave him a small smile as a response; their stress levels lessened as they spoke.
"Has anyone asked you mon ami?" asked Francis.
"Asked me?"
"For prom silly"
Arthur blinked a few times before he realized what he said. He doubt anyone will ask him, after all who would want him? The Brit drummed his fingers on the table, obviously stalling from answering the question.
"You're stalling Arthur"
"N-no. No one has asked me." he replied, "Why do you care?"
Francis knew he was going ask this question sooner or later. And he's prepared to answer this.
"I just want to know~ after all they should be treating my best friend right" he winked at him.
Arthur's face flushed lightly at the gesture. Damn why was he so flirty? Was he like this to his other friends? The ones that he can see in person; they're the lucky ones. They can actually see him in the flesh while he could only see the French bastard on a screen.
"Yes yes, whatever" he sighed.
Francis scrunched his eyebrows, "Something wrong mon ami?"
Was he really going to talk to Francis? They are friends after all. Taking a deep breath, he reluctantly told him.
"Just worried no one is going to ask" he said.
"To Prom that is" said Francis.
Arthur nodded, "It's nerve-wracking"
Francis gave a small soft smile, so that was eating Arthur. If only he could tell him all of his feelings he's been keeping. Then maybe..
"Oh Arthur, I'm sure you'll be asked. Who wouldn't want to go to Prom with you?"
"The whole school"
"Don't be such a downer Arthur"
Arthur sighed, he's hoping that Francis is right. Hoping that there's at least one person out there that'll ask him. That's one in a million though.
"You need compliments?"
He perked up, hearing Francis. his cheeks began to burn, blood starting to rush to his cheeks. More compliments from Francis. This is a dream isn't it. This day isn't real and he's still asleep in bed.
"M-More?! You must be kidding" he laughed and scoffed.
"I'm serious, you look like you need it" he replied.
His heart began to pick up speed as he sat there. He must have a dumb look on his face right now. His eyes wandered, why was stalling the only thing he knew how to do around him?
"I guess. Go on, you insisted"
Francis smiled, compliments were one way to express himself to the other. He looked up at his ceiling, thinking of what he should say first. His eyes? Hair?? Maybe how he made his heart jump every time they call.
"Through all of your stubbornness, you're pretty nice inside" said he, "You're adorably cute and I want to know your secret"
The bushy browed teen coughed when he heard the last added part. Cute? Him cute? Impossible. He was annoying and a background. A no one.
"And Arthur, you're the most important person in my life. I don't think how my life would be without you. Honestly."
He covered his face embarrassed as an tomato. His eyes closed shut as he listens to the Frenchman talk. It was making his heart pound hard, his body shakes with pure happiness.
"You're so kind, spare your few curses." said Francis, "And of course I quite like your accent. It's cute, suits you very well. along with your other features, like your bright shining green eyes and your cute puffy cheeks you make when you pout."
"You're too flattering frog" said Arthur, peeking up from his fingers.
"Of course I am~" he chimed.
Looking up and uncovering his face, he looked a Francis. wondering if what he said was true. Was he cute? Is he the most important person in his life? He can believe and he can doubt. He can ignore or taking everything in to heart. Why is love so complicated?
"M-my turn" he said.
"Hnm, you don't have to Arthur- I-"
"No I insist..For a payment for your compliments"
This will be interesting. Francis smile and nodded, telling him to go on ahead. Arthur pursed his lips. He was going to do this. Express his feelings for the other as best as he could through these compliments.
"Francis, I would like to say that you are the most supportive friend that I have. And I really like how you do your hair. Your eyes shine really bright when you see me and I adore that. it makes me happy to know that someone really appreciates my company." he spoke, voice quivering time to time, "I know I can be rude and spit out nonsense, but I really do like our friendship. I feel like I can really trust you with my life if I were to die."
Francis sat there stunned. He really effects Arthur that much? He glanced to the side for a split second before looking back at him. The Englishman was rubbing the back of his neck, a weak smile on his face.
"That's so touching Arthur." he said.
"Don't flatter yourself, I just did because I wanted to return the favor."
They both gave a smile to each other, their love grew each time they spoke. And each time they yearned for each other, it only grew stronger.