The two had been in the scorching fabric store for what felt like hours. He watched Arthur try on a black tuxedo and he felt his heart thumped a bit. It was as if his heart had hiccuped a bit and he felt warmness creep on the back of his neck.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on something else. He couldn't help but think about what he had made a deal about and Arthur coughed.

"Hey frog -" Arthur shouted out, getting Francis' attention and then shyly exclaimed. "Pretend I care about your opinion for one second and see if I look good in this."

Francis glanced at Arthur and his heart jumped a bit. He looked charming in it, almost like it was made for him.

"Mon Amie, you look hideous in it." he lied.

"Yanno frog - !"

"Kidding Mon Amie!" Francis chuckled and glanced at him once more and he felt heat rise to his cheeks. "You look..." Francis closed his eyes and shagged his hair. He heard a small cough and noticed a small hue on the Brit's face.

"What if she doesn't like it?" Arthur asked. This was the first he heard Arthur sound so... So.. worried. This brought a soft frown to his face as he gave a supportive smile.

"Oh shush Mr. Worry pants, she's going to love it and she won't turn you down! If she does, I'll give her a piece of my mind!" He gave a soft smile as his muscles wanted to fall downwards.

Arthur ignored the 'Mr. Worry pants' part and scoffed. "Thanks frog. You don't have much of a mind to give her though."

"You haven't seen what Francis is capable of!" He hissed and did a small dance that Arthur scoffed at.

"Quite childish," Arthur had muttered when glancing at the Frenchmale. The two of them finally felt the soft breeze ruffle their hair as they stepped out into the outside, the town square buzzing all around them.

"I will come with you on your way to her house, oui?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Arthur responded smoothly and fumbled with his fingers, not saying anything as the Frenchman kept his purple orbs glued to the male. The suit made his movements a bit choppy; however, he felt a warm feeling a rise to his cheeks. Francis snapped back into reality when Arthur cleared his throat and muttered, "you were staring..."

"Oh sorry!" Francis chirped, he moved his eyes off of Arthur and only gave a small sigh as another familiar face mind its way onto his mind. "Am I seriously not good enough for Joan?"

Arthur didn't respond right away as he shrugged. "She isn't attracted to anyone really, she complains about being hit on and treated like a tool. She likes to rally men who flirt with her; however, she can't get over..." Arthur trailed off as it wasn't his business to tell Francis.

The two left the town square as they made their way towards darkening woods that were even more cooler than the soft breeze that tickled Francis's skin.

"What do you dream of doing, Arthur?" Francis randomly asked, his mind pacing as the Britishmale shrugged, not sure how to answer.

"Probably work more. How about you?"

"I really want to go sail around the world with my lover on my arm," Francis chuckled at the end of the sentence as Arthur only gave a small eye roll.

"Typical, however, it is a dream. Who cares?" Arthur began to walk even more sower as a small cabin began to grow closer and closer into view.

"Is this where she lives?" Francis asked quietly as he only gave a small nod. "You're going to do great! Don't let yourself tell you anything differently, alright?"

"Okay..." Arthur whispered softly as the whisper made him feel off. He wanted to pinch himself if he were dreaming; however, he didn't. Instead, Francis gripped Arthur's cold hand as they approached the small cabin outside the skirts of town. The wood looked sweaty and old and Francis only gave a supportive smile.

"Brittany is going to accept you!" Francis shouted and watched Arthur scoff.

"You're so supportive, why?"

"What do you mean, why?" Francis stuck out his tongue and only whispered softly to himself, "because, you're my best friend." Arthur only glanced at him.

"After this, I am heading back to England for a short funeral, I hope you don't mind."

"I... I didn't know you had someone in your family die," Francis whispered as Arthur gave a shrug.

"We weren't close."

A few seconds passed between them as Francis eyed the male before speaking: "will you come say goodbye to me?"

"What?" Arthur asked as he squeezed the Frenchman's hand that he must have not noticed until now.

"Say goodbye. So I know you're safe and make it back after the date."

"If that is what you wish, then sure." They reached the front door and stood there. Arthur didn't say anything as Francis had to pull his interlaced fingers away from Arthur's. The action caused a sharp ache as Arthur held his breath and knocked on the door.

They waited...

And waited ...

And waited...

The door opened as Francis ducked behind a bush and heard an irritated woman hiss as she opened the door. Her dark red lips seemed like a blur as her dark brown eyes glanced down, "what do you want??"

"I... You look absolutely stunning." Arthur responded softly, picking at the end of his tuxedo cuff and noticed that his emerald green eyes wandered towards him. No, probably just looking in the distance... His mind softly whined as he began to hide between the prickling of the sticks.

"I wanted to ask you about the new restaurant that had opened..." Arthur's confidence seemed to fade when he finally glanced back at the woman. Francis couldn't see a smile on his fine features and only rolled his eyes. He was right, he tooooootally is a womanizer.

"Since my boyfriend dumped me," the woman reached into her bra and smacked on another few layers of lipstick that made Francis shutter as she turned towards the woods and her lips were big blobs of red. "And I was going to go to work at Mrs. Penny's Night Of Fun; however, you're offering food I don't have to pay for. So I am yours for the night."

Arthur offered his hand to her, which she clamped onto and brought him close to her side and was nearly dragged down the stairs.

"Why that's wonderful!" Arthur exclaimed, turning his attention back to where Francis had burrowed himself into and felt his attention begin to fade away when Francis had watched Arthur walk away arm in arm with an auburn girl named Brittney. She wears too much makeup that clouds her beauty and she is taller than Arthur, can't wait to make fun of Mr. Shortstack when he gets back! Francis's mind laughed as a loud voice screamed inside him, if he comes back.

"Before we go," Arthur stopped in the middle of the walkway and began to jog his way back towards Francis, which resulted in his head to shoot up towards the British man.

"Thanks Francis. I hope you can handle this one night without me being there. I know you're scared of the dark however..." The male noticed a small thin smile spread across his face although Arthur never finished his sentence.

"Hey Arthur?" Francis perked open, Arthur glanced back at him and his soft smile began to fade down into a small frown.

"Yeah?"

"I hope you have fun," Francis choked out, he plastered a fake smile onto his pale features as Arthur gave a thumbs up, refusing to say anything in response. Arthur went to open his mouth once more; however, Jessica picked him up by the arm and began to skip away from the lonely bush.

He felt his heart quiver as he watched them leave and he turned away.

As long as he is happy...

As long as he is happy....

Francis told himself and turned away. He didn't know why he was feeling like this as he wasn't the one for romantic intentions with a male, was he? He felt everything he knew tumble around him as a giant sigh escaped his mouth, only wishing for a chance. He wished he had a shot with Arthur and all he wished for was...

"No." He shook his head as he gave a small smile. Even if what he felt was tumbling all around him, they probably had no shot. A void began to grow and grow, but as long as Arthur has fun and is happy with that ... Temptress. He closed his eyes, a small conversation played nonstop within the temptress and Arthur, wishing he would have interfered and brought the Britishman to the fancy restaurant.

"No, I am not like that." He tried to silence the thoughts of hopes and wishes; however, he couldn't fight back with what he wanted. Was there a part of him that WANTED to swoop Arthur off his feet and tell him what he felt about him or was it him being hysterical over something small and feeble?

Francis shut his eyes tightly and knew heartbreak would come whether he liked it or not. He imagined Arthur walking hand-in-hand with the woman and giving him a middle finger and walking away from here.

"He's happy. I should be happy..." Francis muttered as he began to stand up out of his uncomfortable position in the bush. He didn't have anywhere to go and his thoughts of catching the pirate began to fade as he wished he could find someone to spend the rest of the night with to get his mind off of Mr. Kirkland.