Francis sat under the red Maple tree in the cool fall afternoon, back resting against its red orange leaves
fell quietly around him, and the country felt more at peace this time of year, for the world meetings have been stopped
till after Thanksgiving. Alfred made that dicision himself, not very suprising really. It was a eating holiday and
considering that contry ate more then everyone else that showed up it was more likely he was going to
skip out anyways. So this break is nice for everyone. More benifical to Francis is that he has the break from Ivan, he didn't know
how long he could watch him plotting everyones deaths with a innocent smile on his face. Just thinking about it
sent chills down his spine.
Reaching to his bag Francis pulled out a little round scone that he made himself. Looking at it he says quietly to himself,
"I hope this is better then Arthurs bland things, heh what do I have to worry about? I made this, so it must be fabulous!" Just as
he brought the scone up to his mouth to take a bite, he heard someone rustling through the leaves. Then, just before he could put
the scone back into his bag, Arthur appeared behind the tree. "Was that a scone I just saw?" Peering around the tree more to look
at Francis's lap. "What scone? You know better then to ask me that, I never ate any of yours anyways!"
"It's still in your hand you dunce".
Francis's face burnt red as he pushed the scone deeper and out of sight into his bag, "It seems like it looks like that doesn't it?",
rubbing the back of his head, still embarrassed Arthur saw it. "Hey that's not fair!", Arthur exclaimed. "What do you mean?" Francis said, looking confused.
"That scone! You're not going to eat it and then it's going to get stale! Can I have it?"
"Wha- No!"
"Why not Francy pants?"
"Because it mine!"
"Fine.." Arthur crossed his arms, leaning against the tree for a few moments so he can lose Francis attention. Then, in that moment Arthur quickly grabbed the bag and took off running to the furthest tree.
Stunned, Francis watched him run away with his bag. After a moment he snapped out of it and chased after the nation. It was then when he almost stopped mid-run when he heard Arthur yelled " For the love of the Queen this IS a scone!", jogging to the tree Arthur was behind the scone was already half eaten.
"Wow you pig, if I woulda known you would have reacted to it like that I would have just tied it to a fishing pole line and make you work for it!" Arthur took another bite of the scone and shot Francis a offened look. He held his palms up in surrender, "hey hey easy, you can have it". He sat down next to his little thief and stole the scone, taking a bite of it himself, then giving it back. "I had to have some too, I didn't come out here for nothing" Scooting closer to Athur, Francis wrapped his arms around him, kissing his head. "I hope you liked it, I made it for you anyways"
Finishing the scone Arthur was blushing, and softly muttered a "thank you". They both then spent the rest of their afternoon together watching the colored leaves that continued to fall around them.