Valentines day is coming up! To go with your useless Hallmark cards and cheap chocolates, I give you FrUK. But with a fun twist~

Warnings:

Francis x Cupid!Arthur

Fluff

Rated T for France.

Title may change if I can think of something better.

Enjoy!

"Pay attention!" a shrill voice interrupted the classic 8-bit music held in the hands of the young angel apprentice. The DS was taken from him with a sharp tug and the boy reacted instantly.

"Hey, give that back you meanie!"

Arthur, the annoyed teacher, furrowed his rather thick eyebrows at his student who was messing around yet again during a very important lecture. The hand held game device was suspended in his palm for a moment before it disappeared in a quick burst of sparks. "No. You will get it back after your lesson. Honestly, Peter, I have tried everything to keep your attention!"

The boy, whom looked quite a bit like his older coach but with sandier blonde hair, bluer indigo eyes, and much smaller wings crossed his arms and scowled. "Everything but being cool," he mumbled.

Arthur was at his wit's end. "Peter, you are training to be the bloody Angel of Love! This is not like one of your little video games, this is a very important position bestowed on you. Possibly one of the most vital jobs in all the heavens!"

"How the heck is being the stupid Angel of Love so vital? I wanted to be something cool, like the Angel of the Sea. Did you know Ravis is going to be the Angel of the North Wind? How awesome is that! I would live to have a job like that."

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and mentaly counted to ten. He must have explained this to the cherub at least ten times already. "Do you even know what love is? Don't you see how essential it is in the lives of all beings, big and small, and how it plays into life itself? Love drives life like a battery. When the love is gone, all life ceases to exist. It is my job as the Angel of Love to keep the battery charged and one day it will be your sole responsibility." The angel turned towards the bank of clouds they stood on that dropped off steeply into the mortal world below. "See all of those people? They are the reason we exist. Sure you could be the Angel of Time or the Angel of Fire, but none of those compare to the pure astonishing gift of being an angel that interacts with God's most cherished creation. To be an Angel of Virtue or an Angel of Truth is an honor only given to those who can contain the strength needed to nurture something as powerful, fragile, and pure as a human soul."

"Woooaahhh…"

Finally! Arthur was starting to drive some sense into the boy. He smiled and turned back to him feeling a warm sense of humble pride. "Do you see now why your destiny is so impo-"

"Cool! You should have seen that back flip I just did! I think I beat my high score," Peter exclaimed with his eyes glued to the small screen of a Gameboy. Where the heck was he getting those?

"LISTEN TO ME, YOU LITTLE RUNT!" The Gameboy was taken and thrown off the edge of the cloud as far as Arthur could chuck it. "You need to LISTEN if you are going to LEARN how to do this job right!"

"What's there to learn?" Peter stomped his bare foot and crossed his arms angrily, the material of his silk white robe bunched where he stood defiantly at his livid teacher. "All you do is fly around and shoot people with arrows all day! That is boring. This job is boring. YOU ARE BORING."

Something inside Arthur finally snapped. A hundred and fifty years of this torture finally got to him and his eye twitched involuntarily at the unwilling pupil that refused to learn anything. With an angry grumble, Arthur materialized his bow and arrows out of thin air and shoved them at Peter almost knocking the boy down. "Alright, wise guy! If you think you can successfully do my job without any prior instruction, than so be it! Try it. I DARE you."

Peter took the objects and looked at them with wide eyes. The golden curved bow was about as tall as he was and the red and white-tipped arrows were heavier than he expected them to be. For one hundred and fifty years he saw Arthur using them as if it took no effort. How hard could it be? Just aim and shoot. Yeah, he could take on this stupid challenge. That will show his dumb teacher!

"Fine. I will!" Peter set the elegant bow down to get the red velvet quiver over his back and firmly in place. It needed some adjustment to fit the smaller body. Arthur watched with glaring emerald eyes as the cherub struggled to tighten the strap. Finally, he picked up the bow in both hands and stood up determined to take on the world. "Where to?"

~3~

The place Arthur picked to start the challenge was somewhere he classified as easy. The two hovered over the busy streets of Paris, Peter's smaller wings having a difficult time keeping himself afloat with the heavy objects, and Arthur smirked.

"Alright," he clapped. They were invisible to the world of the living below. "Get to it."

Peter hesitated. He looked down at the many people below his gold wrapped legs wearily. "…Get to what?"

"My job, of course. If you think being the Angel of Love is so easy, I want to see you do it."

"Oh, right," he pulled a fake smile and adjusted the shoulder strap of his quiver as if he was getting prepared. It was obvious he was merely stalling. "Okay! I'll get to it, then. Here I go…" The two stayed put for a second longer before the boy turned to his teacher who bore a smug look. "Um…so how do you usually start?"

"I thought you said you don't need help," Arthur stated nonchalantly as he inspected his flawless nails. The younger furrowed his brow and puffed out his cheeks.

"I'm not asking for help! I was just wondering how you do it. You know, for comparison of our…techniques."

Arthur decided to let him believe he got away with this one. It was going to be painfully clear he had no idea what he was doing in a minute or two. "Well, how I often start is I look at the people around me." Peter turned his eyes to the street directly below and scanned it. Arthur kept going. "Then I key into someone who needs me."

"Someone who…"

"I don't kid myself with the small ones. I always jump right for the hearts with the biggest need." Peter was at a loss. Hearts with the biggest need? How was he supposed to find those out of all the people here? How could Arthur tell the difference between them? "You do know how to see hearts, don't you? I know I haven't taught you that yet, but I am sure you know what you are doing. You said it yourself."

"R-right!" If he couldn't see them, he would have to do it the old fashion way. The boy looked around for anyone who looked like they needed a lover. "This isn't timed, is it?"

"Take all the time you need."

Alright, it is ON! There was a woman over there on her bike. She looked sad and alone: a perfect target. He drew the string back on the bow with a heavy arrow between his fingers. It wobbled a little bit as he took careful aim, and right before he was about to fire…

A man came out of the bakery she was parked in front of and her expression instantly lit up. They shared a quick kiss before they started talking cheerfully and walked off hand in hand. Peter relaxed the bow string when he realized his target was already taken. Dang, this was a little harder than he thought. But he wouldn't tell Arthur that.

The senior angel watched from the side, his long white wings keeping him afloat as his toga-like dress and short yellow blonde hair danced in the light breeze. He could tell the other was having difficulty just trying to find a target. This argument was going to be won very easily and perhaps now he could convince Peter to pay attention during his lessons.

The taught string was suddenly released with a loud snap. A trail of sparks highlighted the path the arrow took as it shot out and hit a person below. Just Peter's luck, it was a bulls-eye. "Yeah! Got one!" he cheered.

"Very good," Arthur clapped his hands twice with slight amusement. "You completed the easy part."

"Easy part?"

"Yes. Now you have to find that man's match." Matching people wasn't as easy as shooting two humans and expecting them to love each other. There are rules that need to be followed if an arrow is going to take. Many things must be considered before you can pair two people up. It wasn't like Arthur was going to sit back and watch Peter screw up two lives, though. He would intervene when the foolish boy attempted to match the wavy haired man tending to flowers in a shop window with someone completely inappropriate.

Peter gulped and slowly drew another arrow from his back. This one had a white tip and he placed it at the ready while he searched the crowd for a girl that looked like she might give a flying mint bunny about that guy with the little ponytail. There was one who looked around his age and he started to draw the string.

"Nah-ah," Arthur shook his head. I wouldn't if I were you. Not a very good pick."

"Sh-shut up. I was just…testing you." He took aim again at another pretty girl in a car. The one watching made a noise like he was clearing his throat. When the boy looked at him, he was turned the other way and whistled a little tune that sounded like 'London Bridge is Falling Down.' Becoming agitated, Peter grumbled to himself and hurriedly searched again.

"Really? Her charisma and his tolerance?" Arthur murmured over Peter's shoulder.

The boy had enough. "Stop interrupting me, you are breaking my concentration!"

"What concentration? You are trying to put apples and oranges together. Here, let me show you the proper way to do it." The older decided to end the charade here. He went to take the golden bow from Peter's hands but the boy suddenly dodged.

"I can do it! I told you, I don't need your help."

"Yes you do. You have absolutely no idea what you are doing or why." Arthur attempted to take his items again but Peter dropped low and out of his reach.

"Yes I do. You just won't let me show you that I can. Stop treating me like a kid! I'm an angel like you!"

"You are not an angel until you can master this properly," Arthur narrowed his eyes and followed. Peter kept darting away and refusing to be caught insisting that he wasn't given enough of a chance. He refused to give up. "Peter, give me the bow!"

"No!" he refused and flew away again just out of Arthur's reach. The angel was really starting to get tired of this. "Let me do it, I can do it!" He drew the arrow again and randomly locked onto a target below. Who cares if it was a bad idea? He just had to make a match and show Arthur who was boss!

"Peter, stop!" Arthur launched himself at the younger trying to prevent him from releasing the arrow and grabbed his arm. The other thrashed about trying to get away. "You don't know what you are doing! Give me the-"

During the struggle the cherub accidentally let go of the string. On most occasions, with that little pressure behind the arrow it would not launch very far at all and simply fall to the ground harmlessly. However, this one did not. Peter went still when he realized what he'd done and Arthur blinked in shock. Imbedded in his chest was the white-tipped arrow shaft, the silver feathers on the other end protruding from his heart.

"…Whoops," was all Peter was able to say before something unexpected happened. Arthur's glow was starting to fade. His wings were becoming transparent and his bright green eyes were growing dull. Before the young one's sight, his mentor was starting to fall.

Arthur could feel the energy suddenly being zapped from his body. Never has an angel been hit by one of his arrows and it appeared to be detrimental as he lost his balance in the sky and started to descend. Slowly at first, then gaining speed as earthly gravity took effect. Peter took his hand and tried his best to pull Arthur back up but it was no use. The cherub could hardly support his own weight on tiny fluttering wings much less a full grown angel. Their contact broke and Arthur felt the breath leave his lungs as he plummeted to the ground with his pupil calling after him. The warmth of heaven grew faint until all he felt was cold wind rushing past his ears, then…

CRASH!

Oh, I wonder who he fell on? *rolls eyes*