"None of you fucking business."
He fell to his knees, sobbing like a newborn child.
"PLEASE!! I NEED HER!"
-------Arthur's point of view------
"Piss off." My voice was tight with anger. My fist were clenched and it took all of my will power not to hit him.
Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. He glared at me with a ferocity I never thought possible of him.
"You don't understand." His voice was shaking with what sounded like a mixture of anger and sadness.
I scowled, knowing that soon the neighbors would be looking outside, the commotion he was causing was a nuisance.
"Come on in then." I stepped aside to let him in. Francis entered, still glaring at me.
I held up a hand before he could open his mouth.
"I'm not telling you were ______ is."
His face contorted with anger, "WHY?!"
I glared back, "She doesn't want to be the fallback anymore. She's tired of you walking all over her."
Francis flinched, the words cut deep.
"You don't understand! _______ means the world to me! She's the only person I feel I can truly trust!" More tears leaked out of his eyes.
"Your just a bloody bastard who uses her." It was probably one of the worst things I could say to him.
Anger did not look good on Francis. It twisted his handsome features, turning them rancid.
"And you are just ze idiotic fool who silently lusts after her." He sneered.
My fist connected with his abdomen, sending stumbling back a few paces. He doubled over gasping and coughing.
"You are the imbecile that constantly breaks her heart. I am the man she trusts." I snarled, my fists shaking with anger.
He froze, his face becoming a perfect emotionless mask. I flinched at the sudden and unexpected change in emotion.
"Fine. I'll leave 'er alone. I'll deal wiz my problems on my own." He looked different some how, but I didn't see how. Silently I watched as he turned and left, closing the door quietly.
"IGGY!" You ran through the drifts of snow in the parking lot and wrapped your arms around your friend.
"________. How are you love?" He grinned, holding you at arms length. "How was your trip?"
You smiled, "It was great! I had a lot of fun with Lovino and Feliciano!"
He nodded, "Um, is there any particular reason you came back early?" He looked slightly hopeful.
"Yup! I wanted to spend the holidays with my friends." Giving him a soft smile you looked around.
"Where's Ivan?" Arthur rubbed the back of his neck.
"He went to buy a Christmas tree for your house."
You blushed, grinning. "Thanks Iggy." He grinned back, his face bright red.
"A little to the left.....Perfect!" You clapped your hands excitedly. Ivan grinned, patting the tree into place.
"Time to be decorating, Da?" He held up an snowflake ornament. Arthur nodded, picking up a box of glass stars.
"Good thing you don't have a cat that can knock these down, love."
Ivan rolled his eyes, making a face at Arthur's back.
For a few minutes you all worked in silence. But you had something you wanted to ask, something that had been bothering you ever since you had come back.
"Um....How's Francis?" You saw immediately that this was an extremely touch subject. What had happened while you were gone?
"He's fine." Arthur's voice was tight and his hands were shaking. Ivan shook his head and let out a sigh.
You hunched your shoulders, wonder why they seemed so agitated.
"Is something wrong with him?" Ivan tensed sharing a look you couldn't quite decipher with Arthur.
"What?" Your eyes widened. What had happened?
"Listen love." Arthur grabbed your hand, a pined look in his eyes "Francis isn't the man he used to be. He's not how you remember him."
"Sooooooo He's gotten better? He can deal with stuff on his own?"
Arthur grimaced, "Not quite. Just don't go looking for him, okay?"
You nodded, not sure what to make of his request. Ivan and Arthur shared another look.
Of course what Arthur and Ivan didn't know couldn't hurt them. After they left, you snuck out. Not to look for Francis, after all you had promised. Instead you went to the different places you knew he liked to frequent.
You didn't see him anywhere.
'Maybe he really did change' You thought, kicking a drift of snow. Your breath was white in the falling dusk.
Trudging through the snow you smiled at the sight of a swing set. You had always loved sitting on swings.
Sitting down on a swing, you grinned.
For a few moments you swung gently back and forth, staring aimlessly at the darkening sky. Your breath spiraled upwards, the silvery clouds slowly dissolving in the air.
The crunch of footsteps jerked you out of your stupor.
A man was walking across the park, the hem of his long coat flapping about his ankles. You frowned, he looked familiar some how.
He turned his head slightly, flicking a cigarette into the snow. He froze, looking at you.
You stared back. Even though his hair was slightly shorter and shaggy, and stubble covered his cheeks you knew who it was. His emotionless violet eyes stared back at you, almost like they were looking into your soul.
You shivered, wrapping your arms around your torso.
It was Francis.