APH Mirror Week || Day 3 || FrUK
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Day 1: https://slytherin-bunny.tumblr.com/post/178983044149/aph-mirror-week-day-1-fruk
Day 2: https://slytherin-bunny.tumblr.com/post/180068074259/aph-mirror-week-day-2-fruk
As soon as the first ray of sunlight hit his face, Francis got up. He had to make breakfast for Arthur-Oh wait... They were still there. A sigh escaped his lips and he got up to put yesterday's clothes back on (he slept naked). He turned to look at Arthur's sleepy face. He could feel him turning around all night long. He hadn't had a good sleep. But neigher had he.
He didn't want to leave him there tho. Those two could come any moment then. So he shook him awake. "Arthur... mon amour... C'est le matin... It's morning. Time to get up" He told him sweetly and Arthur opened his green orbs. "The whole situation wasn't a dream, huh?" He asked in frustration as he got up himself.
Oliver opened the door with a wide smile. "Rise and shine~ Come on! Breakfast is ready!" He told them sweetly and they both glared. Francis was about to follow but was stopped by Arthur. "We are not going anywhere" He responded.
"François!! They aren't coming!!!" Oliver whined and Francis cringed at the name of his 2p. The man came in, smoking his 1st cigarette of the day. He was forced to get up early goddamit. "You comin' or will I make you?"
Arthur sighed and looked at his French lover who nodded and so they followed Oliver to the kitchen. The pink haired man was delighted but a glare from François ruined his mood. What was his problem?
The kitchen was really lovely surprisingly. The walls were a nice pinkish colour and all the nutencils placed in order. It was obvious that Oliver was the one to take care of the kitchen. "Please, take a seat" he told them, the smile never leaving his face.
They all sat down and started having breakfast. Well, not all because Francis and Arthur weren't even having one bite. Oliver noticed but chose not to speak about it.
"Okay that's enough." Arthur broke the silence and Oliver payed attention to him with a smile while François raised an eyebrow. "What do you want from us!?" Continued Arthur.
"Oh we just wanted to meet, dear. After all, we represent the same country." Oliver replied. "Oui, we met." Francis spoke up. "When do we get back home?"
"When we find out a way for you to do so" Responded François and then everything was silent once more. Both Arthur and Francis could see that François was angry at Oliver but had no idea why.
"Sweetheart~Do you want to have a bath together?" Asked Oliver with a smile.
"No" François coldly responded.
"Oh come on now. You stink!" Oliver whined and pouted his lips. "Plus it is a chance to do something together!"
But François ignored his every word. "Why did you bring them here, Oliver?" He repeated himself.
"You wanna know why!?" Oliver angrily responded. He teared up. "Because I am jealous, François! Our relationship is just going worse and worse! And them? They are fine and happy together. Why do they deserve happiness as that, François but we don't!? I want us to have a happy relationship like theirs! Do you get me!?" He shouted with tears now rolling down his cheeks.
Anybody would except François to hug him, comfort him, calm him down. But no. He didn't. He just stared at him for a while and then walked out of the room...
•C'est le matin= It's morning in French (it might be la matin I don't remember, I am a beginner in French sorrryyy)