The Gambler
Characters: England, France; mentions of America and Canada
AU
Songfic: Gambler by Fun.
Pairing: FrUK
Summary: wow if u listen to the song youd know
dumb dumb
Arthur had known Francis for the longest time. Since they were kids, actually. Arthur did have a certian distaste for the man's attitude, and even today, he does. Although, there are times where he's willing to push those aside. Arthur had been living with Francis for a while now, since hard times had fallen on him, dubbing him unable to pay for his own household.
We'll begin in the winter. Francis and Arthur were returning home from a shoping trip. "Why'd we have to go out know?" Arthur cursed, glaring at Francis. The Frenchman shrugged, giving Arthur a smile in return, "Because you decided to cook again, and used all the ingrediants you could find in the cabinet. That's why." Arthur pouted, shifting the bags over to his other hand, and adjusting his scarf over his redened nose.
Francis walked up the front steps first, Arthur in tail. He appoached the front door, and pat his coat pockets for the key. Not finding one, he turned to Arthur, a worried look gracing his face. "Do you have the keys?" Arthur shook his head. "Nope." Arthur narrowed his bushy brows, "Don't tell me you locked us out of our own home."
Francis pat his pockets once more, then hurried to look in the pocket of his pants. "Ah, here it is!" he proclaimed, then shoved the key into the lock. He opened the door and stepped in, a sudden rush of heat hitting his face. "Nice and warm in here," He said, stepping into the living room. The smell of the fire was a beauty to his nose. Arthur joined him in the room. "Much better," he said to himself and began to strip the winter clothing off. Francis took all the bags into the kitchen and began sorthing through the contents.
Arthur was sitting on the couch, cozying up with his arm outsteached to the heat source. Francis walked back in, a content look on his face. He walked over to Arthur, standing infront of him. Arthur looked up at the taller man with a blank face. "What?" he asked. Francis put out a single hand out to him. "Care to dance?" was all he said. Arthur sighed, "Will you leave me alone, then?" The Frenchman chuckled, and nodded. "Sure."
Arthur rose to his feet and took his and, Franis immideitley jumping into the dance. A waltz; how typical. After a few faulty footsteps, Arthur finally managed to remember the moves. Francis hummed a tune, his eyes closed, savoring the moment. Arthur, on the other hand, had a faint blush on his face. He may not have noticed it before, but here in the light of a burning fire, he may have a thing for Francis.
Artist's comments: wow im probably never even continuing this its so shitty
im sorry, fruk shippers.
srry
maybe ill add on a few chapters maybe not
u dont know me