Woo it's me again.
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I do NOT own hetalia
"What, don't make up words!" Arthur retorted.
"I'm not, that was French" Francis sighed back, clearly everything didn't include French.
"Oh" was all Arthur could reply.
"So want do you want to do?" Francis said hurriedly trying diverting the child's attention.
"My cross stitch" Arthur said easily diverted.
"Non Angleterre, that is too dangerous for you in this form."
"I do not need you here; I can do what I want."
"How about we paint instead?" Francis asked hopefully, "it's still creative" he added.
"Fine" Arthur huffed back.
Francis mentally cheered although now came the prospect of making a mess and finding all the things to use.
"But I need to get dressed first" he said pulling at the overly large shirt he had on, which was from before he transformed.
"Uhh… right, hang on" Francis began searching through the drawers and wardrobes around the room trying to find something that might fit the small child, however he found nothing. During this time Arthur slid off the bed and reached underneath it for a clear tub that contained a t-shirt and pants that might fit a person of his size. He quickly pulled on the pants and changed over the shirt, whilst Francis was searching through the big set of drawers on the other side of the room.
"Francis?"
"Hmm...?"
"I'm ready now."
"What?" he turned and saw Arthur wearing a white shirt with the union flag in the middle of the front, and came down to about his knees.
"Arthur, where did you get those?"
"A present from someone, a couple of years ago" he stated "weird friends I have made no sense at the time but it came in handy" he added in his head, turning and beginning to leave before Francis grabbed him from behind and picked him up.
Francis carried Arthur downstairs and set him down in the kitchen, before turning and leaving the room to go find some painting equipment. Francis searched a few rooms before deciding that the attic was probably the best bet for the items, he climbed the pull down ladder, switched on the light and began searching.
Arthur sat in the kitchen for while waiting for Francis that is until he heard the attic ladder being pulled down. Knowing that Francis was looking it the wrong place for the supplies, he stood up and ran towards the cupboard located under the stairs, where the items were actually kept.
Francis continued looking in the attic coming across many a thing that remind him of their past together, he sighed unable to find the art and crafts materials. Then a crashing came from downstairs.
He ran out of the attic and down the stairs to find Arthur stuck under two easels squirming trying to get out from underneath them. Francis quickly pulled of the first easel followed by the second leaving Arthur laying there to catch his breath.
"ARTHUR, WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING! YOU COULD HAVE GOT SERIOUSLY HURT! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAIT UNTIL I CAME BACK OR TELL ME FIRST! YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN REALLY HURT!" Francis shouted.
Arthur looked up at him with tears spilling down his cheeks.
"I'm s-sowie, I d-didn't m-mean to, I was just t-twying to h-h-help" Arthur replied the child's emotions surfacing and taking over. He burst into tears causing Francis to rub his head in desperation.
He picked up the sobbing child and sighed.
"Angleterre, please stop crying. I did not mean to upset you, but you scared me. I do not want you hurt" Francis tried to calm the child.
He began to rub Arthurs back in an attempt to quieten the child. Arthur looked up at Francis when he stopped crying enough to see through the tears, giving him an unintentional pout.
"Uhh…" Francis started trying to distract the 5 year old from the previous argument, "How about we paint now?" he asked hopefully.
Arthur nodded in reply still sniffing lightly. Francis placed him on the floor and gathered up what they would need while trying to shove everything else back into the cupboard.
"Don't just push it in, do it tidily" Arthur huffed whilst walking toward the mess of a cupboard, and began to retake things out and try and sort them. Francis quickly spotted this manoeuvre and pulled Arthur away from the cupboard.
"Non, not there again Arthur we just did that, you can sort it out when you're, you sized again" Francis said back picking up the what he had deemed useful.
Arthur pouted and followed wanting to check he didn't mess up anything else.
Francis placed all the supplies on the table and set up the easels before turning to Arthur who was trying to climb onto the chair but due to his height was only succeeding in tipping the chair. Francis quickly leaned down, picked him up off the floor and placed him on the table before he got hit with the chair.
"Arthur let me help you so you don't get hurt" Francis pleaded puppy dog eyeing him.
Arthur looked away not wanting to meet his eyes. He quickly glanced up unable to resist then got caught in the look, and finally replying.
"Fine" he mumbled re-averting his eyes. Francis pulled him into a hug, which he struggled against but to no avail.
Francis placed one easel in front of the table so that Arthur could reach from his position on the table and one slightly farther over for himself, whilst the paints and brushes were placed between the two. Francis went to fill the cup that was contained in the same tub as the paints, and placed that between the two as well.
"Umm… Francis" Arthur questioned from his position on the table.
"Oui mon chéri?"
"We have no paper" he stated.
"Uh... deux minute" Francis left the room only to return moments later with two canvases, which he set up one on each easel.
Francis picked up a brush and began to paint mixing colours on his magically appearing palette. Arthur sat there staring at the blank canvas, and nothing in his head. He leaned over to look at Francis painting on his canvas, but all he could make out were random blob of colour. He looked around the room for a while trying to find inspiration, before looking at Francis and then his own (tiny) hands. He picked up a paintbrush clumsily in his hand and began to paint. A few minutes in he changed from the paint brush he was using to his fingers which were surprisingly good tools to use.
Arthur leaned back from his painting, and looked over it smiling he was quite pleased with it. It showed a young England and France standing next to a unicorn in front of a forest. Francis was still painting and Arthur looked over at him to watch him while he put the finishing details on his picture of a meadow with a wood around the edge and a few random trees dotted around with a bunny peaking its nose out of a burrow near the tree, all of this with meticulous detail.
Francis finished with a flourish, and pulled the sky blue ribbon from his hair. He then turned and looked at Arthur, to see him with paint up his arms and across his face. Causing him to laugh and Arthur to look at him in confusion, before noticing where his gaze was and looking down at his arms and hands seeing all the paint marks. He joined in with the contagious laughter.
"Arthur I think we may need to get you cleaned up."
"Pass me a cloth then."
Francis took a cloth from the side ran in under the tap and passed it to him. Arthur sat and scrubbed at his arms while Francis leaned over to look at the painting he had made. Arthur quickly stood in front of it blocking the view from the elder.
"Come on Angleterre, I just want to see what you painted"
"But, yours is better" Arthur said continued shielding the picture.
"Angleterre that does not bother me, I just want to see it" Francis reasoned.
"But it's stupid" he argued back childishly.
Francis gave up reasoning and simply used his superior size and strength, and picked up the child and placed him back on the floor. He then picked up the painting carefully and glazed over it whilst Arthur hung his head and adverted his eyes.
Francis smiled at the picture noticing the unicorn as a favourite mythical creature of Arthurs.
"Arthur"
"What?"
"It's a nice a picture especially considering most of it was painted with your fingers."
"…s not good" Arthur mumbled
Francis placed the canvas with the painting on the table and picked up the now clean England and tightly hugged him from behind.
"Well, I think it looks great" Francis smiled down at Arthur, who was flailing in his arms. Francis put him down before walking into the living room with Arthur running to keep up behind him.
When in the room Francis turned on the TV and switched to a children's channel and sat Arthur in front of it. Arthur looked at the television before the bright colours sucked him in and he sat down and stared at the screen.
Francis watched him and when he saw that he was comfortable he walked out the room and pulled out his mobile and speed dialled Canada.
He waited a few moments until Canada picked up the phone.
"'ello Matthew speaking"
"Ah, bonjour Mathieu, can I talk to you for a few minutes?"
"Of course."
"I need your help; somehow Angleterre has turned himself into a child. He still remembers everything, but can't speak Français anymore, and he's much calmer and doesn't argue much, I think it might be the magic, he was always nicer as a child" Francis spoke quickly and began to ramble before Canada cut it.
"Umm… how am I supposed to help?"
"Mathieu what should I do?"
"Well, I guess you should take him back to France with you and look after him, and I'll look for a way to fix this. Okay?"
"Merci Mathieu that is exactly what I should do" Francis chirped slightly calmed from the idea of a plan.
"Au revoir."
"Good-" Francis hung up the phone halfway through the other farewell.
Francis returned to the living room to see Arthur watching the same program and repeating the Spanish phrases after Dora. He sighed and reached over turning the box off. When the picture vanished Arthur blinked and turned to face Francis.
"What was that for? I was watching that?"
"Come, we are leaving soon, and on the way we shall buy you some more clothes."
"Where are we going? Why can't we stay here?" Arthur questioned not wanting to leave his house.
"Arthur" Francis said crouching down to his level, "We cannot stay at your house because I do not have any clothes here, and I don't want to leave you on your own, you would get hurt" he explained slowly then picked up the sad looking child.
Francis carried Arthur out to his car and set him down in the passenger seat, before deciding that actually he would need a car seat or at the very least a booster seat. But for now he left it leaving him in the seat and hoping that nothing would happen and the police would not catch him without the seatbelt on. Francis walked around the car and sat on the opposite side, buckled his seat belt and reversed of the drive and drove to the nearest retail centre.
Once he parked the car he saw that Arthur had fallen asleep during the journey. He unwound the window slightly and left locking the car and hoping that if Arthur did wake up whilst he was gone, he would be okay.
He first went into a clothes shop and bought a few t-shirts in the correct size, they were mostly plain but one was green with a unicorn on the front and another was blue with a boat on the waves printed on the front. He also picked out some combats and a pair of jeans. He only bought a few clothes in hopes that Arthur would not remain a child for long, for as much as he loved him as a child, he did also miss the arguing.
After this he went into another shop that sold various different things and bought a booster seat hoping that Arthur didn't need a car seat.
When he got back to the car with all his goods he found Arthur still asleep and leaning on the door, Francis got back in the driver's side placed the bag with the clothes and the booster sheet on the back seat, he picked up the sleeping figure and placed him on his lap then put the booster seat where Arthur had previously been. He then grabbed a pair of combats and pulled them on Arthur over the pants he was wearing. Arthur stirred in his sleep as Francis put him back on the seat and buckled him in, glad that the booster seat was enough.
Francis started the engine, which served to completely shake Arthur from his sleep.
Arthur looked down to see he was wearing trousers which he didn't remember falling asleep wearing and on a booster seat raising him from the chair. He gave a mumbled thanks, to which Francis smiled.
"Not much farther we will be at the Eurotunnel" Francis informed Arthur watching the road carefully, he always did when in the UK he never did get used to driving on the left no matter how many times he came here. Arthur nodded and turned to watch the tree trees that lined the motorway go flashing past outside the window.
Okay that chapter is finished
Right, if you want any translation (that includes French and British English) feel free to ask and i'll do my best to help ^^
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Yay for Dora the Explorer appearance and in case you are wondering no i don't own that either ^^''
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