I hurried over to the airport. I'd forgotten so many things, and I've only realized now due to sitting Down. I ran a hand over my forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat. I really hope I don't have any white strands in my hair. I'll have to check when I get to Ivan's. Well, at least the view is nice.. I thought to myself as I stated out the small window. It'll be a while to get back to Russia. I'll just rest until we get in there.

I shocked myself awake and ran out, I had woken up just in time for my stop. I ran out into the lobby with all my things and sighed when I saw Ivan.
"Ivan!" I sounded exasperated. Gross.
"Halo Francis, I'll take you home?"
"Ah, yes, that would be nice" I smiled. He took my bags from my hand.
"Let me, please," he nodded.
"I don't think I have a choice,"
I chuckled, "you have taught me that so far."
He chuckled in turn, "it is only kind." I smiled.
"Oui, it is, and so are you. Such a kind friend. Merci." I hopped into his automobile. Ivan put my bags in the back and hopped in beside me. "So.. They really did it?"
"Yeah, they did. And they're engaged."

"They are?" I asked. I felt so ashamed now. Why does it hurt so bad..? I told myself that I hated Arthur. I guess I never convinced myself.
"They are."

(I'm going to update this chapter so for anyone who wants to read on, they must read that first.)

Francis sat there in silence. Neither of them had spoken a word. The Frenchman was conflicted. Part of him still seemed to yearn for the Brit, but another part of him was only, simply happy to be with a good friend during these stressful times.
  "How, have you Been?" He asked scratching his chin.
  "Work has been kindly.  Francis has been on my mind a lot, friend."
  'How can he look so kind and cutely, but sound so menacing..?' Francis internally shivered. He tried his best not to chuckle.
  "Who so shaken?" Ivan asked.
  "I guess.. I love Arthur," Russia remained silent, "I have yet to get over him. After all this time." His voice lingered. "I thought I hated him.."
  "We're here!" France jumped, startled. Ivan stepped out, carrying his bags as the duo made their way into the Russian home. Francis sat on the couch with a sigh.
  "Wine?"
  "Oh, oui, that would be kind of you."
He watched Ivan as he went to retrieve the alcohol. He couldn't help but wonder if the Russian had got it just for him.
  'He didn't have it last time.."
  Ivan grabbed his vodka, and sat next to Francis. That's when the poor man's emotions started to get to him. Francis gripped the glass and silent tears dropped down his cheeks. Ivan put both glasses on the table. He wrapped his arms around his friend until his companion started to sob.
  "It's not fare!"
  "I know, I know."
  "I hate it so much! I wish..! I..!"

Dear journal,
  I think I've found the greatest friend in history. Russia and I will remain close forever. I couldn't wish for a better best friend.