HetaFrance

You paced in front of the phone for an hour, waiting, hoping, and praying. It really was too good to be true. Two days ago you had slipped up and confessed your feelings to Francis Bonnefoy. It had all been the result of a silly argument. Francis had been getting jealous of late for some reason because of all the time you were spending with Arthur and Alfred lately. You couldn't understand why. After all, you had all grown up together, and it was only lately that he had started acting so possessive of you. The whole thing had blown up when Francis had picked a fight with you over it, and out of pure anger you had blurted out that he should st