Hello! This is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy reading this! This is going to be a short series featuring mainly FrUk with a side of Spamano, PruCan and maybe even GerIta. Enjoy~
Arthur didn't have much friends, he preferred to have a quiet and peaceful atmosphere free from small talk, loud laughter and awkward silences. Because of this, he was often at home armed with a good book and a cup of piping hot tea. However, his era of peace was soon interrupted when a flamboyant French man moved into the house beside his.
"Bloody brilliant!" he exclaimed sarcastically as he peeped through his floral curtains to see the Frenchman laughing loudly," Not only do I have to deal with that stupid Alfred but now I have a bloody frog next door, just great!"
Arthur, being the stubborn man he was, made no attempt at contact with his new neighbour so he knew absolutely nothing about him, heck, he didn't even know his name. All he knew was that there was another abnormally loud person he had to deal with and that certainly did not settle well with him. He didn't want anything to do with the loud Frenchie, that was until his doorbell rang in the most unearthly hour.
DING DONG!
Who the bloody hell could that be?! It's 3 in the fucking morning for goodness sake!
Arthur continued his internal rage as he flung his front door open, a scowl gracing his features. He suddenly froze when he found his French neighbour standing at his door. Well, his naked French neighbour to be exact.
"Bonjour, mon ami!" he cried loudly, grabbing Arthur by the shoulders and air kissing him on both sides of his face, causing the Englishman's cheeks to turn scarlet," Would you mind if I stayed over for a while? I promise it will only be a couple of days."
This snapped Arthur out of his flustered state and his caterpillar-brows eyebrows scrunched together in disgust.
"First of all, the fact that you're butt-stark naked in public proves how untrustworthy you are!" he chided. The Frenchman looked down and a surprised look crawled up onto his face, it was as if he just realized he was exposing absolutely everything to the whole darn neighbourhood.
"And secondly, why the bloody hell do you need to stay over anyway? You have your own house, don't you?" Arthur continued angrily. The Frenchman let out a hearty laugh as he leaned one hand on Arthur's doorframe.
"My dear friend, Gilbert, released a bunch of impregnated cockroaches into my house by accident. And when the eggs hatched, all of the little enfants were released into my house and now I need a place to stay until the exterminators make them go poof!" he explained, his smile never leaving his face. Arthur stared at him for a few seconds before yet another scowl scrunched up his face.
"How the hell do you 'accidentally'," he held his hands up to do air inverted comas," Release cockroaches into someone else's house?"
The other man shrugged, his lips forming into a pout.
"Beats me," he said, earning an eye-roll from the Englishman.
"But, s'il vous plait, Arthur! I really do need a place to stay! I don't want to live in a house full of turtles or share a house with a crazy German and his scary brother!" he begged, holding Arthur's hands in his and making puppy dog eyes at him.
"Hello no!" Arthur exclaimed," There's no way I'm sharing my house with you!"
"Oh, merci mon ami! I've already packed up so I'll be moving in straight away!" he declared, completely ignoring Arthur's earlier exclamation.
"I- what? I certainly did not- Oi!" Arthur sputtered, watching his new housemate wheel in three large suitcases into his house. The Frenchman carried the suitcases one by one up the stairs as Arthur continued to sputter angrily and protest. When the Frenchman finished lugging his baggage up the stairs, he leaned on the railing and looked at Arthur with his bright blue eyes.
"And by the way, I am Francis Bonnefoy, pleasure to meet you!" he said happily. Arthur glared at him and stormed past him, stomping on every step. When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned back to Francis and growled," The pleasure is most certainly not mine."
And with that, he stomped into his room and slammed the door shut, muttering about eccentric frogs and troublesome Frenchies under his breath.