sorry! this one might be a little short since Arthur kinda needs his rest for the upcoming chapters... heh (("-.- WHOOPS, SPOILER ALERT... but come on guys. You know there at least has to be a smut in here somewhere. the next ones might be light smut anyway.)) but this one has some fluff in it! o///o
well, hope you enjoy!
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Francis walked out of Alfred's house with Arthur in his arms into the late afternoon and headed towards the park.
"What are we going there for?!" Arthur screamed.
Francis just replied calmly. "It's a shortcut to get to my house." He fixed Arthur's position and kept walking. As soon as they walked into the park, everyone was staring at them. Francis couldn't care less, and smiled whenever someone whispered 'OTP' into someone else's ear. He felt happy being with Arthur, but he was his enemy and was supposed to hated him apparently. Then why am I carrying him, he thought. Oh well, guess I just didn't want him to get hurt more, stupid French heart that cares all the time!
Arthur on the other hand was boiling with anger.. and joy? The people were smiling at the sight of that frog carrying him and he couldn't take it. Arthur was blushing 50 shades of red in under a minute and his face was boiling. When he didn't want to see anything or anyone, Arthur buried his face in the crook of Francis's neck. The action shocked Francis, but he went along with the butterflies in his stomach, kissing him on the forehead, wait, what?!
He kissed me... Arthur thought. But why? The little harmless kiss sent his heart racing which caused him to bury his face even deeper. "J-Just get to your house and q-quit stalling," he mumbled.
"Oui." Francis picked up his pace a little and left the park. In a few minutes, they were on his doorstep. He opened the door cautiously, since Arthur was still in his arms, and walked to the elevator.
"I think I can take it from here," Arthur muttered, squirming to be free of Francis's grasp. This just caused him to hold onto Arthur tighter. Francis shook his head and got out of the elevator. He walked a few paces to the right and then put Arthur down in front of Apt. 22F.
"Try walking, and see what happens," Francis warned as he fished for his keys. Arthur just leaned against the wall next to the door struggling to keep his balance. The door opened and Francis grabbed Arthur and carried him... again.
Flustered, Arthur protested, "Y-You have to stop doing that! It's weird... and awkward."
Francis just chuckled and set Arthur down on the couch facing the TV. "Well, what do you want to watch?" he asked, turning on the screen.
"Um.." Arthur pondered. "To be honest, just put the c-cooking channel please. Those little twits made me feel insecure..." He looked down and fiddled with his hands.
"Don't listen to them. I know the words hurt but-"
"How would you know, frog?!" Arthur yelled.
Francis sighed. "Do you really think I'm oblivious to everything that they call me?" Arthur looked up at him with sorrow in his eyes.
"I-"
"It's fine, I'll be making some tea for you and I'll bring an ice pack in a second." In a few minutes, Francis came back with an ice pack and a cup of black tea. He handed it to Arthur who was staring at the man explaining the recipe on the screen. Hopefully he won't mind if I sit here for a while. Francis sat down and looked at the clock, it read 8:45. He looked out the window to see the blackened night sky.
Why am I doing this? We are enemies and have been enemies for a really long time, so why am I helping him? Why do I have butterflies whenever I look at him? Why- His thoughts were interrupted when Arthur fell into his lap, snoring lightly.
He looks so cute sleeping. Let me sing to him to make sure he'll stay asleep and not yell at me, Francis thought. He cleared his throat and began.
"Bonne nuit cher trésor,
Ferme tes yeux et dors,
Laisse ta tête s'envoler,
Au creux de ton oreiller,
Un beau rêve passera,
Et tu l'attraperas,
Un beau rêve passera,
Et tu le retiendras.~
Good night mon cher."
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The lullaby that Francis was singing was Berceuse de Brahms. Here's the translation:
"Good night dear treasure,
Close your eyes and sleep,
Let your mind soar,
In the palm of your pillow,
A beautiful dream happen,
And you will catch,
A beautiful dream happen,
And you abide with.~"
goodnight my dearies ♥
OOHH! I almost forgot!! next chapter is their first date, so I wanna know where you guys want them to go!! okay thanks ♥
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The "L" Word ~ {FrUK}
FanfictionFrancis has always hated Arthur. There was no way he could ever like him. But then one day he ends up finding that the strong feelings he had for him weren't hate, but infact the L word... here's to your classic FrUK fanfic.
