Authors Note: Well this actually came to me in a dream... Literally. I dreamed this man. Well uh enjoy the fluffy!
FrUK - Fish
A light breeze carried through the trees. The sun softly shined through the branches with a heavenly glow. Francis Bonnefoy absolutely loved taking a stroll through this serene path. The brook gently flowing, the birds happily chirping, and the sound of soft sobs emitting from the distance- Huh? Sobbing? Francis stopped and listened, following the sound to where it came from.
Soon, he found the source of the sobbing - underneath a green oak tree was Arthur Kirkland.
He was sitting there hugging his knees as he cried.
"Arthur?" Francis walked up to him. "What's wrong?" he questioned with a hint of concern in his voice. Arthur just buried his face into his knees and continued to bawl. Francis sighed. "Are you and Alfred fighting again?" Arthur sniffled and didn't answer, which, of course, meant 'yes.' The Frenchman sat down on the other side of the oak tree and looked up at the sky. "You two have to stop fighting like this. It hurts you."
Arthur slowly raised his head from his knees. "But you don't understand Francis…" he sniffled, "He's the only one I've got…"
"He's not the only one who cares about you." Francis stated without hesitation. Arthur sniffed and turned toward Francis.
"What?" he was unsure how to respond to that... Francis, who always argued with him so hard, was saying that he cared?
Francis scooted closer to Arthur, "If only you weren't so hung up on him you could see that." Arthur was even more confused; what was the Frenchman saying exactly? What was he trying to get out? Arthur rubbed his knees idly in the silence. Francis took a deep breath and stared directly into Arthur's puffy green eyes.
Softly in that familiar French accent, he remarked, "Maybe if you stop swimming in a brook and open your eyes to the ocean, you might find a fish worth keeping."
"Francis…" Arthur mumbled softly. Was this it? Did Francis just tell Arthur he loved him? Almost instinctively, the two were leaning closer to each other. Their lips brushed lightly, tenderly… Was this really happening? Was Francis, the man who seemed to hate him so much- really kissing him? Arthur never felt this much warmth and happiness before, not even with Alfred! He felt himself stroking the Frenchmen's chest. It was silky and firm, yet so warm and comforting. Francis placed his hand onto the Brit's shoulder. He felt his tense muscles gradually fading.
Arthur was so relaxed by this- it was as if this is just what he needed all along. Slowly, they broke away. Francis gave an unsure half smile. "Take a chance on this fish?" he asked with a smirk, anticipating the Brit's reaction.
Arthur giggled and flung himself onto Francis. "Yes! Of course I will you cheese eating surrendering frog!" He affectionately teased as they collapsed on the soft, cushion-like grass.
All the world seemed to melt away...
Authors Note: It was pretty short I know. But hey that was all I dreamed! If this gets enough love, I might make it a chapter story with some USUK, their fight, and the continuation of FrUK in the future~
Also, a thousand thank yous to my Beta Reader Pyramid Hound!