" Alfred! Francis ! A pleasure to see you once again!"
" PAPA! Papa!" The boy with the glasses and caramel hair yelled,who nearly tripped on his way downstairs. He held against the stairway handrails and swung on every newel. He laughed and howled. The great hall echoed his cheers. He jumped over 3 steps and landed right on his feet which met the ground with a hard thud. He gasped and looked to see if his papa coming down the stairway.

He rolled his eyes and chuckled." Papa! Please..come and see! Arthur is here and expecting us!"
" Coming Alfred!" His papa responded from above, " I'll be down shortly!" Alfred merely shrugged at his father's response and eagerly ran to the front gates outside. He smiled as he waved when seeing Arthur from the window, leaving his car and walking towards the door.

Francis sighed and played with his hair a few more times. Feeling disgusted, he settled on letting his gold-blonde hair free and instead dabbed perfume on his wrists. He stood up from his dresser and walked to the full length mirror. He puffed up his chest and slapped his checks two times each. With his reddened face, he look down to his cuffs and fidgeted then with the roughness of his dry hands. Scoffing he left go of his cuffs and ran to the dresser and reached into the drawer for moisturizer. He out of at least 3 tablespoons on him. His hands were very greasy. Francis looked seeing wildly and saw his bed covers. He immediately ran over and rubbed his hands against the silk.

Once he was satisfied, the newly widowed Francis headed downstairs. He held his head high and walked elegantly just as any man should down the spiraling stairway. He looked down to Alfred and Arthur. They eagerly waited for his presence in the great hall.
" Arthur..a pleasure to see you." Francis said in a melodic tone. He tried to keep a small smile. Arthur grinned and bowed lowly.
" A pleasure it is to be here ma'am." Arthur responded. Francis cheeks went pink when the Englishman looked right at him with his beautiful green eyes. Francis mentally stopped himself from being too obvious.

" You are doing well I hope!" Francis called out suddenly. Arthur eyes widened and he took steps backs. He soon stopped himself and laughed aloud. He quickly covered it with a cough and curtsied." Fine and you m'lady?" Francis chuckled. " Good sire." He curtsied back. Alfred huffed and crossed arms, but chuckled at the old men's game.

" How ..are Alfred's lessons doing?" Francis said abruptly, in hopes of striking a conversation. Arthur smiled and put a head on Alfred's head and ruffled his hair." The lad is doing quite well in fact, we shall be sending to Oxford very soon. "

Alfred beamed and enjoyed the Englishman's hand on his head. It was a warm touch.
Francis took a breath and played with his cuffs again. He waited. " well..I'll leave you to it." He walked past them into the great library that stood ahead.

Arthur looked at Alfred and smiled. " let's get a move on now!" He chirped pushing Alfred playfully ahead of him. Alfred laughed like a small child and ran ahead. Arthur followed close behind up the stairs.

Francis watched then from the crack og the library door. He sighed and smelled his wrists. He then grabbed a lock of hair and inspected it.

I don't understand. Francis thought glumly. I've put new clothes, new perfume..and yet not one word. He thought back to Alfred, and how well he went on with Arthur, it made his blood boil. He huffed and walked down the many aisles of books he had in his possession.

Arthur loved to read, so Francis loved to read too.
He would do anything for Arthur, just for so much as a look from those emerald eyes.

Francis wanted to lick those lips of his, to touch his skin. He wanted to hear the Brit moan. He wanted to kiss those bushy brows, to feel his smooth, pale legs.

Yes.

Francis giggle and blushed at the thought of having Arthur beneath him, naked and vulnerable.

Hey, Francis loved him after all. He wanted Arthur He was going to make him his, eliminating ANYONE who got in the way of him doing so.

Anyone.