A Love Unlike Any Other: FrUK Fanfiction
Written by: Meh and FRUKLover17 (This betch. Huge shout out to her because I wouldn't have been able to write this fic without her. Even though I did edited and posted and did most of work...cx JK but still :P)
Summary: Not all relationships start off the same cliché way and Arthur Kirkland was about to figure that out. In fact his whole life was just about to take an unexpected change for the worse or maybe even for the better. Foreign Exchange Student AU
Warnings: YAOI! (It's all about the damn homo), Smut in future chapters (or sometimes hinted cause we are lazy fic writers), Crack pairings (some not all), hell yeah it's a damn FrUK fanfiction (So there will be no switching pairings in the middle of the fanfiction; That shit is messed up.)
Now read and enjoy motherfuckers.
Chapter One – An Eccentric First Impression
Not all relationships start off the same cliché way and Arthur Kirkland was about to figure that out. In fact his whole life was just about to take an unexpected change for the worse or maybe even for the better. He sat patiently in his living room, expecting the new incoming foreign exchange student to arrive. For one reason or another, Arthur's older brothers volunteered to be "responsible" guardians of any foreign exchange students coming in. Yet none of the three brothers were at home which left Arthur alone to welcome the new tenant. If Arthur was honest he was very nervous; after all he wasn't exactly a social butterfly and making a good first impression was always important to him. Outside of the Kirkland residence, Francis Bonnefoy was in a car staring outside the window wondering how his time in England would be like. Although traveling was not his absolute favorite thing, the idea of a new adventure in this foreign country sounded much better than having to stay back at his home.
"Well here it is kid." The red-headed driver said snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Ah. Thank you sir."
"Good luck kid. Trust me you'll need it."
"I suppose I will." The blonde looked out the window. "It's a whole new world here."
Francis then paid the driver, gathered his things, and walked towards the house. Before knocking Francis took a moment breathe in and think about what he was going to say. As soon as Arthur heard a knock at the door he stood up.
That must be them! I wonder what they must be like...Well only one way to find out.
"I'm coming!" Arthur said as he walked towards the door and opened it to find Francis waiting. As Francis turned to see the door open, he found himself a young, charming British man who seemed to be around the same age as he was. The Brit had short messy blonde hair and the brightest emerald eyes that Francis had ever laid eyes upon. The blonde's eyes gleamed full with a mixture of emotions and his lightly freckled cheeks were tinted into a light pink color while his mouth was curved into a childish frown as he stared back at the Frenchman. And probably the most striking feature of the Briton was the thickly marked brows decorated on top of his bright eyes. All these features led Francis to one conclusion: Cute. On the other hand Arthur was awed with the handsome Frenchman that stood in front of him. He had long blonde hair that was loosely tied back by an elegant ribbon and was slightly taller than Arthur. The blonde had the loveliest set of deep blue eyes and was dressed up in the most eloquent matter. His lips formed the most charming and charismatic smile that Arthur had ever seen. Although Arthur would never admit it out loud and despite the frown that he wore, he thought Francis was absolutely gorgeous. Could this be this handsome stranger standing outside his door be his long waited prince charming?
"Bonjour", Francis finally said, "My name is Francis Bonnefoy."
Bloody hell he's French! Well not all princes turn out to be perfect right? They all have some type of flaw. Oh well he can't be that bad…
"It is nice to meet you. My name is Arthur Kirkland." Arthur offered his hand which Francis gladly shook. Then Arthur, being the gentleman he usually was, offered Francis to carry his things to his new room.
"Come in. Please allow me to carry to things to your room."
"The pleasure is mine. Oh non I can handle it, they are very heavy."
Arthur scoffed and walked over to taking the Frenchman's bags in each hand.
"I'm sure I can manage carrying your bags." With that said the Briton attempted to lift one bag only to discover that Francis's warning was true.
Crap! It's heavy! Well now I can't back out! I'll look like an idiot!
"Umm non it is really heavy and I don't want to be a bother."
But, Francis thought as his mouth formed a devious smirk. I guess I can have a little fun.
"…But if you insist then I appreciate it very much."
"O-Of course!" Arthur quickly responded and took the bags trying to at least drag them inside. "Stupid bag..." He muttered as he struggled with the bags.
If only he could see how he looks dragging my bags. He is making a fool out of himself!
"Arthur…" Francis said barely able to suppress his giggles, "Are you sure you don't need any help?"
...Did he just giggle?! Arthur thought as he turned to find the Frenchman looking highly amused. That arse! He's making fun of me!
"I'm bloody fine! Thank you very much!" said the now flustered blonde.
He's blushing... Ohonhonhon he is quite adorable, Francis thought as he smiled.
"Alright. If you say so."
"Hmmph."
Damn him. Damn his bag. Damn his attractive— WAIT! Stop right there Arthur! You did NOT just think that! No way in bloody hell!
"Umm Arthur", Francis said snapping Arthur out of his thoughts. "Would kindly show me the room I'll be staying in?"
"Of course—! It's upstairs. Let me show you."
God I hope my face isn't red...Stupid French bastard! He'll pay for this!
"Well what are we waiting for? Lead the way." Francis said as he as followed his red faced companion.
His face is still red, I wonder if he's mad or flustered. Maybe even both?
As the pair walked up upstairs, Francis couldn't help but notice that even Arthur's ears had turned red.
Cute. I have a feeling I'm really going to like it here.
"—And this is your room. Lucky for you we had already cleaned out everything for you." Arthur said motioning Francis to walk in.
Francis proceeded into the room and lay down on the bed. He smirked then said, "I am exhausted; do come and lay with me Arthur."
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Arthur said immediately blushing. "You don't just ask someone you just met to lay down next to you!"
Francis chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Well I'm sorry I just figured you would be tired after struggling to drag my bags."
"I wasn't struggling I was just fine! So wipe the bloody smug look from your face!"
"Just shut up already." Francis grabbed Arthur's wrist and pulls him towards the bed forcing him to fall onto the bed.
I want see him even more flustered. Hmm I wonder how many shades of red he can turn.
And just as Francis had predicted, Arthur's face went through several shades of reds just before staying in a single bright shade.
"W-Wanker! Let go of me—!"
"Wanker…? What is a wanker?"
He makes it very obvious. Oh! His cheeks can turn even darker! How can something so annoying be at the same thing so cute?!
The struggle between the two finally ended with a reluctant Arthur finally giving in and lying down.
"I hate you stupid frog!" Arthur remarked frowning. "And you should know what a wanker is since you probably are one!"
"Now you are calling me a frog. Why are you giving me such lousy pet names? After all, all I did was offer you to lie down after carrying my bags and apparently now that makes me a wanker which I have a feeling that it is something very bad."
Arthur let out an exhausted sigh and crossed his arms.
"Whatever I'm lying down because I want to..."
"Of course you are."
"Stop giggling stupid frog! Hmmph…I should get up but anyways! My brothers will be home any moment."
And yet again the same previous scenario repeated itself.
"Non. You're not going anywhere."
"L-Let go of me frog—! I can do what I want!"
"Fine." Francis let go of Arthur's arm. "If you say so mon chér."
That idiot! Arthur thought as he got back onto his feet. I can feel my face burning hot.
Suddenly downstairs, the front door is heard slam open.
"ARTIEEE WHERE ARE YOUUU?! IS THAT FRENCH KID HERE YET?!"
Arthur groaned and closed his eyes. His brothers weren't exactly as mature as he wished they would be. Not to mention very embarrassing as well.
"Oui I am here."
A few moments later the trio of brothers entered the room. The first brother to walk in was a light haired brunette who held a childlike frown once he saw the scene inside the room. The next brother to walk in was a freckled, brunette who seemed uninterested about the whole situation at hand. Finally, the last brother was a tall, red-headed man and was the most attract from the three (or at least in Francis's and the writers' opinion).
"Arthur! What are you doing?! Don't tell me you're already flirting with the French kid already?!" said the shortest of the trio.
Arthur blushed and quickly moved farther from the bed.
"I—! It's not what it looks like—!"
Immediately Francis stood up and introduced himself to the three brothers.
"I'm Francis Bonnefoy. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
They all seem like nice people. Although the red head is very hot.
"Nice to meet you Bonnefoy. I'm Allistor and the one in charge here." The red head responded smiling and pointed to his brothers as he introduced them. "And these two are Dylan and Seamus."
"Now tell me Arthur" said Dylan giving a rather stern look. "Tell me exactly what you two doing here...alone?"
Before Arthur could even think of any words to say, Francis took the liberty to give his own answer.
"Well Arthur here wanted to lie on my bed so I happily obliged."
I can't wait to see the priceless look on that Brit's face.
"W-What?! That's a load of bollocks!"
"Oh really?" Allistor said looking over with a large grin on his face. "Looks like someone going to get in trouble~"
"He said he wanted someone to keep him company because he felt...lonely." Francis said giving his most flirtatious smirk towards Allistor as he approached him.
"Oh is that true Artie?"
"That's a complete lie! Like hell I would want your company frog!"
"Dammit Arthur I thought we told you not be a whore." Seamus commented smugly finally speaking; immediately his comment was followed by laughter and Arthur's boiling anger.
"S-Shut up Seamus! That's it I'm leaving!" Arthur said leaving in a fit of rage.
"Aww Artie! Don't be so upset!"
With that said Seamus followed after the enraged Arthur.
"So Allistor—" Francis started but was interrupted by Dylan.
"Listen I going to tell you this once. If you hurt or even touch my little brother in any bad way you will die." Dylan then smiled sweetly and replied in a much happier tone. "I hope you two become good friends!"
Once Dylan left there was an awkward silence until it was broken by Allistor's chuckle.
"Don't worry Frenchie! You'll get use to Dylan's over protectiveness! Now come on! We have to prepare lunch!" He said walking out.
"I suppose I can promise not to touch Arthur but—" Francis said with a low chuckle. "There's no promise that I won't lay my hands on you."
"Huh?" Allistor chuckled and shook his head. "You're a bit too young but I've always thought age doesn't matter. Just like…." He stopped in mid-sentence getting lost in thought then and started walking out. "Never mind that…See ya at dinner Frenchie."
Did I hear him right? I wonder. Francis thought smiling closing his eyes and relaxing back into his new bed.
…
"Food is ready frog." Arthur said walking into Francis's room with a frown.
"I have a name you know. So please stop calling me 'frog'."
"Whatever wanker." Arthur scoffed and walked away followed by Francis.
"Hey what is that supposed to mean anyways? I'd at least like to know what I'm being called."
"Figure it out yourself!"
"Well then."
Then with the magical help of Google, Francis finally found the answer to his question. He frowned.
"I am not a wanker!"
"Suuure and I'm the bloody Queen of England."
"I don't know you that well to know otherwise."
"Idiot."
As they got to the table Arthur sat down at his usually spot while Francis took the opportunity to take to the empty seat next to Allistor.
"Either way I am not a wanker! And if anything I am more of a self-lover. There is a big difference between the wanking and self- loving!"
"That's exactly what a wanker would say! You disgust me!"
"Arthur", Dylan said in a stern tone. "We do not cuss at the table unless there is alcohol."
"Yeah plus I'm only one that can break that rule!" Allistor said putting mash potatoes onto his plate.
"The frog said it too!"
"Artie just because you hate frogs doesn't mean you can just call anyone you don't like a frog." Seamus remarked before taking a drink from his suspicious looking cup.
"Mon chér. Why do you hate me so much?" The french blonde said with a pout.
"Because you're as annoying as my brothers."
"Oi! What is that supposed to mean?!" The red head said highly offended.
"I mean what I say and I say what I mean!"
"Oh yeah! I forgot how much Artie hates frogs." Dylan said chuckling softly. "There's actually quite a funny story behind it."
"Hmmm" Francis said rather intrigued. "I suppose we have enough time to hear it right?"
"Damn it no! Don't start with that again." Arthur groaned and put his hands on his head.
"Too late now it's story time. Okay when Artie was little, he wanted to catch a frog. But when he tried to get it…" Dylan paused and tried to suppress his laughter which was mimicked by the other two brothers.
"If you finish that story I swear Dylan—"
"—it jumped straight into his pants!" Dylan said filling the table with laughter. "So then all you hear is Arthur screaming running across the lawn trying to take his pants off!"
"God dammit Dylan! I was only seven years old!"
"Ohonhon~ How cute! Poor little Arthur with a frog in his pants." Francis chuckled as he pictured the scenario.
"Or should you say poor frog!" Seamus said smirking
"S-Shut up! I was seven!"
"Alright everyone calm down!" Allistor said finally settling down. "We all know how sensitive Artie is."
"I am not!"
"Aw!" Francis said with a pout. "Alright if you say so Ali."
The redhead paused at hearing his new nickname then smiled.
"Ali? Hey that's not a bad nickname. I like it."
"What? You accept that nickname just like that?! How come I can't I give you a nickname but Frenchie over here can?" Dylan said frowning.
"Because you're stupid."
"Fuck you."
"What time? Also what happened to 'no cussing'?"
"One we all know what Seamus is drinking isn't water. Two, I'd rather fuck a whore oh wait you are one."
The freckled brunette who had been drinking stopped almost choking on it.
"Damn it how did you know Dylan?!"
"You fuck a guy one time and suddenly that makes you whore!"
"One time?! That's not what I heard last night! Next time please do it somewhere else!"
"Damn it for once I would like to eat without someone one bringing up their sex life!" The youngest Brit yelled.
"You're just pissed Artie 'cause you still haven't gotten laid!" Allistor said with a smug look.
"Shut up that has nothing to do with my comment!"
"Ohonhon! So Arthur here hasn't gotten laid yet." The French man smirks deviously. "Not very surprising."
"Of course he hasn't! Just look at those!" Allistor said pointing at the thick eyebrows decorated on Arthur's face.
"Don't point at them you whore! Yours are just as thick!"
Allistor frowned and glared at Arthur. If there was one word that Allistor hated it was that very word. And the fact that he had been called that twice already irritated him even more.
"Then don't call me a 'whore'."
At that moment there was a long pause, making the conversation appear to be over which was really far from it. During this time, Francis took the chance to speak to Allistor again. After all what's the damage in trying to start a conversation with such a good looking red-head?
"Ali I was wondering if—"
"Whore! Whore! Whore!" Arthur yelled impulsively.
That's when two cold glares were set on the fired up blonde.
"That's it!"
Allistor stood up and walked over towards Arthur and tackled him to the ground in one quick motion. This action caught Arthur off guard but once he realized it was the familiar family quarrel he began to fight back.
"Damn it no! Guys stop it! Can't you at least stop fighting for our guest?! Guys?!" Dylan says trying to stop them.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Seamus chanted childishly while taking the opportunity to sneak a drink.
Francis stood there blinking and watching the chaos trying to make sense of it.
"God damn it! Eyebrows you ruined it! My opportunity!" Francis yelled with frustration.
"Did he just call me...EYEBROWS?! Let me up so I can kick his arse!"
"Take it back first!" Allistor said restraining his younger brother pulling him back from his collar.
"Never!" Arthur yelled before kicking Allistor.
"Ah! Son of—!"
"Don't insult Mum!" Dylan said finally trying to intervene in the fight. At this point Francis joined into scaffold and attempting to get a few hits at Arthur.
"You ruined it! My chance!"
"Like I care if I ruin anything for you or not!"
Arthur threw a punch at Francis but was held back by Allistor who put him in a headlock. Suddenly the fight took an unexpected turn to the ground.
"Take it back!"
"No!"
"Stupid cock block brows you ruined it!" Francis said as he got on top of Arthur. "I believe it is my turn to choke him!"
"Go to hell frog!" Arthur said still attempting to hit but continued to be restrained by Allistor.
"Just say you're sorry so I can let go of you and Frenchie can choke you!"
"Oh yes because that's so much better!" Arthur retorted sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.
Francis completely frustrated with Arthur, pulled him by the collar of his shirt to meet his face taking him away from Allistor's grasp.
"Why cock block brows?! Why do you have to ruin everything for me?!"
"I told you not call me that frog!" Arthur said glaring grabbing Francis by his shirt.
They both stared at each with enraged eyes until realizing how close they were to one another.
Merde. He's too close. If only he would lean in closer... Wait what the hell am I thinking?! Francis thought as he studied the Brit's harsh face.
Crap he's too bloody close! I need to move back or something! Arthur slowly started to lean back until something caused him to be pushed front. And that something happened to be his brother Allistor.
"Oi! Get off me!"
"I'm goi—!" Arthur said before being pushed into Francis causing their lips to be pressed against one another. Francis eyes widened as he processed what was happening.
Oh God he's kissing me! Should I kiss him back intentionally...? He'd probably get pissed again. Hmmm screw it.
Meanwhile Arthur was going through a mini breakdown as Francis kissed back.
Is he—?! He is! Shit! Shit! Shit! What do I do?! FUUUUU—!
The accidental kiss lasted no more than a few seconds but the awkward feeling would continue to stay in the room filling it with a momentary silence.
"...Crap this got gayer than expected..." Seamus said still sitting at the table.
Most people after being accidentally being kissed react by blush looking away and shyly excusing themselves. Others give either other a kind smile followed by something like "Wow" or "That was amazing". But instead Arthur chose the most logical answer at the moment and punched Francis right in the face.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Arthur said moving away quickly as far away as possible from Francis.
"Ouch…that hurt you cock block brows." Francis said standing up rubbing his cheek where he had been punched.
"Looks like Artie made the first move~" Seamus said chuckling as he looked over at his brothers who all shared the same expression.
"So as I was saying before I got interrupted—"
"I don't think it matters." Allistor chuckled and turned around walking towards his room. "Eh thanks to Artie I'm not hungry anymore."
Arthur glared in response.
"I'm leaving too! I don't need this!" He got up avoiding the area near Francis then continued walking quickly upstairs.
Francis disappointed in the end results of prior events and the answer received he started to leave as well.
"Well this is no fun no more." He walked up stairs towards his room.
"Hey! I cooked today! Come back and love my food!" Dylan yelled furiously. "How dare you all leave after fighting?!"
After that the house was overwhelmed by quiet and peace returned again. Or at least at for a short time.
…
Later that night, Francis was still trying to understand what Allistor had said. What did "It doesn't matter anymore" mean? He decided to go investigate and ask the red-head himself. He walked towards Allistor's room and knocked on the door. However Allistor did not appear behind the door but instead behind the young Frenchman.
"Looking for me…?"
"Mon Dieu! You scared me!" Francis said putting his hand over his chest feeling his heartbeat accelerate from the fright he just received. "And yes I was looking for you."
"Sorry." Allistor said chuckling softly. "What do you need?"
I want to what he meant but I can't make it to obvious. Hmm maybe I can play it off cool and he won't notice that I'm lying.
"Umm where is the...the restroom?" Francis said with a grin.
"There should be a door that leads to the bathroom in your room. But just in case it's the door next to yours."
"Thank you Ali." Francis said smiling with the response. "Oh hey Allistor…Just out of curiosity what did you mean by it 'doesn't matter'?"
"Frenchie" Allistor said smirking. "If that's what you wanted to know you should have asked that first. And to answer your question you yourself should know. Now I'd love to stay and chat but unfortunately I have things to do thanks to Dylan. See ya around."
"Well I really did want to know where the restroom was—"
However Allistor was gone before Francis could finish his sentence.
Well he seems to be in a hurry…Oh well you can't win them all.
After that Francis went to his room and walked towards his bedroom. A nice shower would help him get over the small defeat he just faced. He quickly grabbed clothes and towel before walking into the bathroom. But he would soon realize he wasn't the only one who planned to take a shower. Arthur was in his room preparing to take his own shower alone not planning to have the company of any Frenchman whatsoever. As Francis got into the shower closing the curtains, Arthur walked into the bathroom unaware of his companion's presence. The Brit careless set his clothes down near the sink without noticing the conspicuous extra clothes already piled near there. Meanwhile the Frenchman inside the shower was trying to figure out which knob was the hot or cold before he could turn either of them. Things were about to get very interesting.
Once Arthur had finished undressing, he then walked towards the shower unaware of the surprise he was about to take on.
Swish!
At hearing the curtain open Francis turned to see Arthur completely naked while he was in shower naked as well. Well this got awkward didn't it?
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Francis yelled at the top of his lungs.
Oh God he's NAKED! Calm down Francis! Don't make eye contact maybe this is all a bad dream? Yes that's all it is!
To test out his theory he poked Arthur's chest just like any sane person would have done in that situation. He was dumbfounded and disappointed feel Arthur as he realized it wasn't a dream as he had greatly hoped.
"Non, non, non, non, non! Wake up Francis! This is no time to be asleep and be having this type of dream!" Francis said attempting to wake himself up by pinching and slapping himself. It didn't work.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BATHROOM?! DON'T TOUCH ME FROG!" Arthur yelled as his cheeks turned bright red trying desperately cover himself.
Don't look down! Don't look down! Don't look—DAMN IT ARTHUR WHAT DID I JUST SAY?! Shit! Well don't stare you idiot! Look away you idiot agh! This can't be happening! Why me damn it why?!
Arthur knew at that moment he needed to get away from Francis as far away as possible so when the idiot slipped and fell down into the bath he panicked. But then again who wouldn't?
"Oh! I'm sorry! Are you okay?! H-Here let me help you up!"
"D-Don't touch me! Stay away! Don—Ah!"
Then as if the universe had decided that the situation wasn't awkward enough, Francis accidentally slipped and fell on top of Arthur. The moment their skins came in contact the pair blushed intensely.
This can't be happening to me! Can this get any worse?! Francis thought as he frantically tried to get up.
To the pair's horror Allistor decided to "stroll" into the bathroom at that very exact moment.
Fuck my life! Fuck my life! Fuck my fucking life! Arthur thought as he heard the door open.
"I didn't see anything..." Allistor murmured as he smirking closing the door leaving the two in privacy.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—! Let me just—!" Francis stuttered trying to stand up and touch Arthur as little as possible.
"—! Just get off b-before you make things worse!"
"W-Wait was that Allistor?! Did he just walk in and s-see us?! Mon dieu! What must he think?!"
"J-Just get the hell off me!"
"I-I'm trying!" Francis sighed. He put his hands on the sides of the bath to support him then slowly began to lean forward to stand. Arthur leaned back trying to get his thoughts away from the entire situation as he looked away blushing furiously.
Just think of something else! Anything! Like— SHIT! I can feel him! Fuck! Arthur bit his lip trying to suppress the moan. Don't make a sound! It could get worse if you do!
Meanwhile Francis was having his own problems trying to ignore the obvious fact he was starting to get aroused.
This is very bad! I'll be as hard as rock if I don't get up now! Francis leaned in more to gain support to get up. Unfortunately this time for Arthur, he could no longer restrain his own moan.
Merde! He just— under me…God his moan it us too much for me! I need to leave now before things get—
"ARTHUR KIRKLAND what are you doing?! Allistor! Seamus! Get in here this instant!"
—worse. Shit! Dylan! Fuck why Dylan from all the other brothers?! Couldn't it have been Allistor again?!
As Arthur turned towards the doorway to see an infuriated Dylan glaring in his direction he immediately tried to explain the ridiculous situation.
"D-Dylan! Ah—! I swear it's not what it looks like! I can explain—!" Arthur said red face trying to push Francis away.
"No! Dylan don't think that—! I'm not—! I swear! Arthur is telling the truth!"
"Damn it!" Seamus said as he walked in looking at the scene with a poker face. "I fucking told you Allistor! I told you would be a bad influence on Arthur!"
Allistor walked in and smirked looking at the scene.
"What happened? Are they not using protection?" He asked teasingly knowing it would fluster them.
"NO! Wait no—! Allistor that's not what I meant! I meant it's not what it looks like—! This is all just an accident!" Francis said blushing trying to hide his body but as he did he only pressed himself closer to Arthur.
"F-Frog! Get off—!" Arthur said moaning softly.
"YOU FRENCH BASTARD GET OFF MY LITTLE BROTHER!" Dylan yelled.
"Well rest in peace Frenchie." Allistor said chuckling. "May God have mercy on you."
"Wait—! I'm not doing anything! I'm not even inside him yet! I'd much prefer someone like Allistor instead!"
"Wait…what the hell do you mean by yet?!" Dylan said walking over and punching Francis with rage.
"Whoa! Yet?!" Seamus said shocked. "When you try to fuck my older brother it's okay but when you try to fuck my younger brother that's when I draw the line!" Then he joined Dylan to scold and hit Francis. ("Plus who doesn't like smacking foreign people?")
"J-Just get him off me you idiots!" Arthur yelled furiously.
"DON'T HIT ME! OUCH THAT HURTS!" Francis said as he pressed himself against Arthur's chest to protect himself from the hits.
"A-Ah Francis…GET THE HELL OFF ME!"
"He's making Artie do those dirty noises again! You're going to pay for this Frenchie!"
Allistor stood at the side he watched amused the whole scene chuckling.
"Should I do something?" Allistor pondered. "Hmm…nah not just yet. Maybe until some yells 'Bloody—"
"—MURDER!"
"There's my cue."
…
"Ugh…Why can't I just go to sleep already?" Francis grumbled as he rubbed his now bruised shoulder.
"Absolutely not! We have to set some ground rules!" Dylan said holding Arthur protectively. "First off we are switching Francis from his room!"
"Dylan let go of me!" Arthur said struggling to get out of Dylan's grasp.
"Oh my—! I've told you already it was an accident! I didn't mean to!" Francis groaned pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Sure!" Dylan scoffed rolling his eyes. "And Allistor isn't a whhhorrible person! I don't care! You will be switching your room with mine! And secondly you two will not be allowed to be in the house alone!"
"Question…Does that mean I'll be closer to Ali?"
"…Are you fucking serious frog?!"
"—As long as you stay away from Artie!"
"Well this has been lovely but I'm tired..." Allistor said standing up and starts walking away.
"Whatever I'm tired too! I've had enough stupidity for one day." Arthur said as he got up.
"Well being punched and humiliated has been very tiring." Francis yawned. "Au revoir."
"Wait both of you! I need to give you two the talk of special hugs and abstinence!"
"Considering Allistor fucks with someone every other day I'm pretty sure Artie's got it." Seamus retorted leaving the last brother behind.
"Shut up! Don't bring that up right now!"
"What is he even talking about?"
"Oh God! Don't even ask Frenchie!"
…
That night Francis laid in his bed looking at the ceiling as he thought about everything that had happened. He smirked as he replayed the scenario in his head.
Oh Arthur has a very cute face when he's flustered. Not to mention the way he moaned was quite exotic…
Francis then pouted as he realized something.
He's probably pissed at me now. What a shame. I should go apologize.
Francis stood up and walked towards Arthur's room then knocked on the door. Inside Arthur was having a fit as he buried his blushing face into his pillow yelling as many muffled cuss words as he knew. He finally looked up as he heard the door knock.
"Who could it be now?!" Arthur said as he stood up to open the door. "I don't care what it is I want to be left—"
"Um…Hello Arthur." Francis said clearing his throat as he avoided eye contact.
"—alone…! Oh it's just you f-frog…" Arthur said looking away. "…What do you want?"
"Um...Well…may I come in?"
Arthur internally debated back and forth to decide whether he should let him in. If he didn't let Francis in he could avoid a completely awkward conversation for at least another day but if he did let Francis in he could at least clear things up once and for all. Arthur let out a sigh.
"F-Fine but make it quick..."
Francis closed to door behind him then took in a deep breath before looking at Arthur.
"Well I came in here to apologize for the inconvenience that happened earlier. I didn't mean to make you feel flustered or uncomfortable. I promise it won't happen again."
"W-Whatever." Arthur continued to look away. "At least no with the new room switch it won't happen ever again."
"Well that's a relief." Francis said smiling. Suddenly he noticed something odd about Arthur. "Arthur are you alright? Your face is more red than usual. Do you feel okay?"
Francis then reached his hand placing it against Arthur's cheek only to be avoided by the red-faced Brit.
"I feel just fine—!" Arthur responded rather quickly. "I t-think you should leave now!"
"Non. Now hold still Arthur while I trying to feel your face. Your cheek feels warm and I think you may have a fever." Francis said moving closer.
"No—! I'm perfectly fine—!" Arthur continued to move back until he was stopped by the end of his bed.
"Arthur calm down. I'm just trying to see if you are okay."
"I told you there's nothing wrong with me!"
"Well we can't know for sure unless you let me check again! Now hold still!"
"Francis just leave me alone and go away—! Ah!"
Bam!
Suddenly both found themselves face to face lying on the bed.
Ugh…why does this happen to me? Francis thought as he looked down at Arthur. He brings more bad luck than a black cat.
Seriously?! Stupid frog making my life miserable! I was bloody fine until you came into my life! Arthur thought as he looked up glaring.
"Get. Off. Me. Now."
However Francis was not listening at that moment; in fact he wasn't even in that world. He was far too busy being mesmerized by Arthur's bright emerald eyes which were filled with a hypnotic fiery glare. The British man's lovely fiery eyes were filled with an odd yet wonderful sense of familiarity and comfort; it was almost as he had gotten a glimpse of his home. When he was finally able to snap out of his trance he looked down and smiled.
"You have the most beautiful eyes." Francis said without second thought.
"S-Stop being an idiot" Arthur's cheeks fired up a bright crimson color. "And j-just get off me!"
"A true idiot is someone who isn't able to recognize beauty."
"Oh and tell me exactly what you even know about beauty?!"
Francis made a pause before answering then smiled to look at the Brit below him.
"Beauty is a thing seldom seen. It is held by all and within the soul it lies where it patiently waits to come up to the surface. Yet it can only truly be discovered by the one who shares your soul. Beauty is suppressed by the evils of the world but only love can bring beauty out. Once seen, beauty never hides again. Not even hatred can deny beauty of its true design. Beauty, although possessed by all it is still found by few. And even fewer will ever see one of the most beautiful sights..." Francis paused once more staring deeply into Arthur's eyes. "…and that most beautiful sight is staring right back at me."
Arthur stared as Francis spoke not being able to take his eyes off him and stayed quiet. He felt his heartbeat fast with every word and didn't know what to do. He desperately wanted to say something in return but could not come up with any words.
"You are beautiful Arthur." Francis said trying his best not to lean down and kiss him. Arthur's eyes leaped back and forth from Francis's deep lovely blue eyes to his lips. In the end Francis could no longer resist temptation and slowly leaned close until his lips finally meet Arthur's. At first Arthur tensed up as the sensation of Francis's lips pressed against his but eventually returned the kiss. Francis smiled into the kiss while Arthur wrapped his arms around Francis without even realizing it.
I'm such an idiot… What am I even doing? Why am I kissing back! Why can't I stop…?! S-Stupid amazing frog...
This feels amazing! Cock block brows is actually a great kisser. His lips taste like tea and are softer than anything I know…
As Francis pulled away he stared down at Arthur who immediately looked away blushing once they broke away.
"...I-Is there anything else you need frog...?"
"Non." Francis smiled leaning in to peck Arthur's lips one last time before getting up.
"W-Well Goodnight f-frog..." Arthur said sitting back up.
"Goodnight Arthur. Sleep well." Francis said before leaving to his room. He was smiling like an idiot and was completely enchanted by the kiss.
That Brit. He's put me under a wonderful trance. Now I know for sure I will love it here…
As soon as Francis left Arthur buried his face in his pillow and yelled into it while hitting his fists against the mattress.
"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!"
After his little tantrum Arthur looked up sighing and touched his lips remembering the bittersweet kiss.
Well it wasn't that bad...I might even say I liked it.
Arthur went to sleep and closed his eyes smiling.
Stupid frog.
Thank you for reading and please review and tell me if you either loved it or it made you stab your eyes out. C:
Also if anyone catches any mistakes feel free to tell me! (We'd really appreciated! FRUKLover17 is my little spellchecker but hey we're all humans and we all make mistakes.)
We hope you all enjoy it!
-Aoi
Note: For anyone reading my Group Chat Fanfic thank you for all the reviews and love! I'm glad you all appreciate! But apparently I was told it goes against the rules on here... :| So Chapter 2 will take a bit of time to be uploaded. Also the ideas mentioned in the reviews are pretty good so I might just make them after the second chapter is uploaded. Aoi OUT! *drops mic*