A/N: This is set in university. FrUk warning, maybe other mentions of ships. Ages are roughly 18 for all characters. Arthur's POV. Enjoy, my lovelies.

I let out a large sigh as I sat down at the kitchen table. I picked up a new paper that tickled my fancy and began to read, while cautiously sipping at my tea, being careful not to burn my tongue. Yawning, I remembered the reason why I was tired in the first place. My English teacher had set us an assignment that was due in for the next day. I unfortunately procrastinated longer than I anticipated and spent 6 hours finishing the task, finally going to bed at 3 am.

As you could already interpret, my life was rather boring. I was just a British student, single, who lived alone in a university dorm. I would spend the majority of my days studying for exams. I never went to parties, purely because I didn't have enough friends to invite me. I felt a tad left out, but I enjoyed my company more than others. Begin alone could be awesome; but not all the time. I sometimes wished that I could have a significant other, just to keep me company, or to cuddle up to late at night. I craved body contact more than anything back then.

I sighed once again and put down my newspaper, gulping down the rest of my tea before getting ready for period 1, which was Phycology. I never really bothered with breakfast, it didn't seem important to me. But not eating in the morning was probably the reason I was so slim.

After carefully brushing my teeth and attempting to tame the animal, which was commonly known as my hair, I slung my rucksack over my shoulder and opened my apartment door, only to see a man, surrounded by a couple of suitcases.

The man was tall, somewhat feminine, but manly at the same time (if that makes any sense). He had blonde, silky hair, which I was ever so envious of and a stubble. His eyes where a radiant blue, which reminded me of the ocean and his face was sculpted like an ancient Greek god. My legs felt like jelly as I felt my face heat up. I mentally slapped myself and forced myself to look into the deity's eyes.

"H-Hello. Can I help you?" I said, trying not to sound nervous. The god-like man smiled, showing off his perfect pearly white teeth, making me self-conscious about my own. The man's lips were rosy, almost like rose buds.

"Ah, no. Thank you. I have just transferred from France and I have been placed in an apartment with a 'Mr. Kirkland'?" He said, raising a (presumably) plucked eyebrow. His accent caught me off guard. Oh god, it's a frog. And an attractive one that that! I thought to myself. Ever since I can remember the French and the English have always loathed each other. I used to make jokes about the French, when I was a child, only to impress my mother, but secretly, I had a lust for the peculiar accents and attractive men.

I was snapped out of my daydream by the French man in front of me, coughing.

"Ah, yes. I do apologise, I was just in deep thought. Yes, I am Mr. Kirkland. Please, call me Arthur." I said politely sticking out my hand for the fellow to shake. To my utter surprise, the frog took my hand, but instead of shaking it, leaned in and kissed my cheeks. I froze. The man obviously noticed my surprise because he then said;

"Oh, I am sorry. It's just what the French do, as a greeting back at home," He said, smiling apologetically. " My name is Francis. Francis Bonnefoy," As I looked at his facial expression, I realised something. He wasn't smiling, he was smirking! He planned to kiss me all along, he planned to make me feel uncomfortable. I gritted my teeth, trying not to show my short temper. "I do hope we can get along. " He said as he walked past me, and placed his suitcases in my apartment's hallway.

The audacity of this man was unbelievable! I knew from the very start we wouldn't get on, not one single bit.