Not the Words I'd Use

by Mickidona

Rapist. Pervert. Pedophile. Words Arthur used to use far too often. But now he's starting to understand the true effect of such insults on Francis' pride. FrUk angsty fluff, a little PruAus in the middle. This fic is getting a massive extension, so stay tuned for more!

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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I should really be finishing my sick fic… but inspiration has yet to strike for the next chapter, so have some random FrUk fluff instead. Oh, wait, this one is unfinished too. Yeah, I hate me too -_-

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Rapist. Pervert. Pedophile.

Words that Arthur used too often, I'm afraid. Yes, he was always ashamed of them, but using them always made that dumb frog shut up and leave him along. It had been a while though, he mused, since he had used such insults. And even then, it was only when he was really, truly drunk. This, admittedly, was a lot more often than he'd care to divulge.

As much as he hated the egotistical Frenchman, he knew the accusations, however numerous, were completely and utterly false. "Love is not something that you can force upon someone," he always said. And the Brit believed him. For as irritating as the constant flirting was, Francis never crossed the line. He always stepped away before going too far.

And yet everyone always expected that of him, always waited for him to go too far, so that they could be the one to call him out on it. Arthur shrugged. People always expect the worst, he told himself, nothing I can do about it. He glanced over at the Frenchman, so elegantly draped across an armchair in front of the fire, roaring brightly even this early in the day. Before he could stop and think, he found himself talking.

"Hey, Francis?"

The handsome blonde looked up, grinning cockily.

"Yes, Angleterre?" he teased. "Something you have to say?"

To his horror, Arthur felt himself blushing deeply.

"Don't look at me like that!" the Brit angrily chastised him. "Besides, I only wanted to ask if you'd show me around Paris, it's been years since I've been. But you obviously don't want to, so-"

Francis' bright blue eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning, and he cut off Arthur with enthusiasm.

"Show you around the City of Love? But of course!" The Frenchman pressed a long fingered hand to his heart. "It would be my honour."

"Bloody frog, always so dramatic…" muttered the Englishman, although he was secretly pleased. God forbid Francis ever rejected an invitation; Arthur would probably die from embarrassment.

"Alright, we'll leave straight after breakfast then."

"I look forward to it, mon chere."

AN

Short chapter is short. I have more written, but it's in a book. I'll go type it up now. Maybe. Stay tuned for more =^-^=

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