Just a quick little fanfic I wrote that was requested on my Facebook page. Nothing really to say about this, and this is probably as far as it'll go. Also, pardon my French, quite literally. I'm only on my first year, so I know very little. Between my knowledge and Google Translate, that's how I got the French I put in here. Working on my next chapter for my DenNor fic as you read this. I hope you enjoy!
Arthur lay on his couch, sick and feeling miserable. He'd been sick for weeks, not entirely sure why. When it just seemed as if he was getting better, he would get worse again. The Brit was sick of being alone, and wanted someone to come see him. As if by command, his doorbell rang. "Come in." He tried shouting, hoping he'd be heard.
"Bonjour, mon cher~" Francis said as he poked his head in the door, opening it and going to Arthur's side.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" The Brit exclaimed, wishing he didn't invite him in.
"I heard you were sick and decided to come over to make you something to eat and keep you company~" The Frenchman replied, going into the kitchen.
"You better not break or destroy anything! If you do you're replacing it!"
"Now now, I promise I won't. And stop shouting, you're upsetting yourself and you'll make it worse."
Arthur sat on the couch, pouting until Francis returned witha bowl of soup, handing it to him. "Enjoy~"
The Brit was cautious at first, only taking small spoonfuls. Soon, he was taking bigger ones and quickly finished the bowl. "That's the best thing I've eaten in weeks. Thank you."
"You're welcome. And it's probably because it was your cooking~ Anyway, what now?"
"Well, I've been trying to sleep for hours, but no luck." He said, coughing a few times.
"Have you tried spooning?" The Frenchman asked.
"What the bloody hell is that?! It sounds disgusting!"
"You mean you've never done it?"
"No! And I don't think I want to!"
"Trust me. It's nothing disgusting and it'll probably get you to sleep. But it'll easier on your bed." Francis replied, picking the Englishman up bridal style and bringing him into the bedroom, setting him down. "Now, lay on your side."
Arthur was still a bit cautious, but did as he was told. Francis joined him on the bed, wrapping his arms loosely around him and pressing his stomach gently against the Brit's back. "Now, nuzzle back a bit against me, ma petit cuillère." He instructed.
"Alright." The Englishman did as he was told, resting his head on the others' chest as well. He was suddenly much more comfortable. The Frenchman began murmuring soothing words to him, kissing the top of his head. Arthur was soon fast asleep.
"Fais de beaux rêves, mon petit cuillère." Francis said quietly.