/AN: End Short drabble for FRUK My friend forced me into writing. TuT I really am not a big fan of this pairing but here ya go :T Enjoy this terrible excuse for a FRUK fanfic xD
Arthur and Francis were walking hand in hand down the crowded streets of London as they searched for presents for Alfred and Mattie. Their argument could be heard from three blocks away. Arthur believed The boys should get a nice book something British perhaps, While Francis believed the boy deserved something a little more to their tastes.
"You bloody git, Video games with only rot his brain! He needs something that will stimulate his brain you damn bloody frog!" Arthur shouted as his caterpillar brows furrowed angrily
Francis let out an exaggerated sigh as he looked down at the adorably cute angry Brit. "Oh c'mon Mon cher, their turning sixteen, they only do that once you know~" He said with a wink and charming smile that just made Arthur's blood boil and a deep blush light up his face
Arthur huffed and squeezed the French mans hand tighter "And Hockey is much to violent! Matthew should get something more calming! Maybe a cookbook or something? He likes to cook, all those lovely pancakes he makes us in the morning." He said thoughtfully as he tapped his finger on his chin.
Once again Francis sighed, the Brit just didn't understand their teenage sons like he did. Cooking was more of Mattie's hobby, while Hockey was his passion. The normally quiet shy and meek Canadian was a completely different person come hokey season, loud mouthed cursing T. V. breaking crazed teen replaced his sweet Canadian. You could nearly mistake him for Alfred come football season.
And Alfred Absolutely loved his video games, and he was quite good at them to, and hell it kept him off the streets and out of the gangs. One of his no good Russian friends were in one of those. He scowled at the thought of it.
"But Mon amour, Mathieu loves hockey, more than anything in the world, and Alfred is actually fairly good at those games he plays, maybe if you paid attention when he asks, you would see!" He scolded "And Mattie Is excellent at Hockey! All he asked for his birthday was new hockey gear! And Alfie dear asked for the new Call of duty game, Come now Amour I'm sure we can get them that surely?" He asked with pleading eyes and the slightest smirk on his lips, knowing he was about to win this argument
Arthur narrowed his brows at the French man huffing before finally giving in "Fine! But we still have to get them books! Book are good! Good for the soul and mind! Prat.." He huffed out as they entered the store, a triumphant smirk gracing Francis's lips. "Anything to keep Mattie away from that damn Prussian and Alfred away from that scary Russian!" He huffed out ignoring the smirk as he squeezed a little tighter and yanked the Frenchman into the store.