Arthur woke up early in the morning, the birds were tweeting outside his window. Beside him laid his love, Francis. It's amazing how two polar opposites managed to fall in love with each other, it was only a matter of time. Arthur looked at the ring on his left hand ring finger, smiling at the memories. He couldn't believe that Francis got him to wear a dress. Arthur sat up and bathed in the sunlight coming from their bedroom window, Francis woke up from the shifting of the mattress. Groaning Francis turned the other way, as if that would help block out the sunlight. Arthur saw the clock blinking the time in green lights, 8:42 A.M. Sighing Arthur gently shook his partner. Francis swatted Arthur's hands away.
"Francis wake up love," Arthur said in a gentle tone.
"Non," The stubborn man replied.
"Francis, wake up, now," The Brit said in a sterner tone.
"Non," Francis replied.
Sighing Arthur didn't know what to do. True it was Saturday but they would have to get out of bed eventually. Arthur thought of plans to try to help him. Sighing again Arthur knew he coldn't cook for Francis because that would get Francis up, but not in a good mood. Last time Francis awoke to a fire in the kitchen, and Arthur had to pay dearly for that, and in the way that Francis wanted him to. Arthur looked around the room to see if there were any objects that could help him. Then he got an idea. Ever so sneakily Arthur grabbed a pillow.
"Oh Francis~," Arthur said in a sickly-sweet tone. The man grunted.
"Wake up!" Arthur then hit the French man with a pillow, causing Francis to be very awake. The man chuckled.
"Ohonhonhon, looks like mon amour is looking for a fight yes?" Francis asked. Arthur knew he was in trouble now, but still smirked anyways.
"Nope, just making sure you are alive," Arthur replied. Francis grabbed a pillow and hit Arthur back. This lead to a full pillow war with two full grown men laughing like schoolboys. Francis managed to gain the upper hand, pinning Arthur down with his body and hitting him with the pillow.
"Apologize or else~" The French man warned.
"Or else what?" A daring tone retorted.
"Or else this~" Francis dropped his pillow and started ticking the Brit. Arthur started laughing as if his life depended on it.
"F-Francis hahaha st-stop! I can-can't breath!" Arthur begged for the torture to end underneath the French man.
"Non, say you're sorry and I might"
"F-Fine I'm sor-sorry!" Arthur managed to get out. Francis stopped and got off of Arthur.
"See that wasn't so hard now love was it?" Francis asked Arthur, the other glaring at him. Francis chuckled at the sight and pulled Arthur close to him.
"Je t'aime," Francis said in a sweet tone. Arthur rolled his eyes.
"I love you too frog," Francis dramatically clutched his hand over his heart, causing him to fall off the bed with Arthur.
"Moi?! A frog?! Non, you must be mistaken," Francis said in the most dramatic voice he could make. Arthur couldn't help but smile at the fool, /his/ fool.
"You're right, you aren't a frog. You're worst" Arthur teased.
"Oh non non non, you are wrong there Mr. Eyebrows, I am not a frog or worst and even if I was a frog I would be human now" Francis said.
"Oh really, and why is that if I may inquire," Arthur asked, ignoring the nickname that Francis called him.
"Because I was kissed by my prince," Francis said, kissing the Brit before he could speak. Arthur responded to his kiss, keeping it short so it wouldn't get out of hand.
"I love you Francis," Arthur said.
"I love you too Angleterre," Francis responded.
Both men laid on the floor for a while, whispering sweet nothings to each other for the day.