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Francis was the most nervous that he'd ever been in his life.

He had never felt the same way about any other person before, and this whole new experience was nerve-wrecking. His heart was racing at an all time high and his palms were sweating like crazy. He felt like he was someone else at the moment, no longer the suave, confident and smooth charmer who never faltered nor missed a beat in wooing people he deemed beautiful. He was French for pete's sake! He knew how to shower people in want and desire for him! He should not be this puddle of lovey dovey goo that he was acting like now.

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"Fr-Francis?" Mathieu said pulling him out of his thoughts and looking worried.

"Oh oui?" Francis replied nervously.

"I, uh, said 'yes'. You can come over m-my house to study."

Mon dieu, how long was he in La-La Land for?

"Merci Mathieu!" Francis said relieved.

"But I h-have to warn you, Arthur always comes over after school to help Al w-with his homework."

Shit.

"Oh that will not be a problem! I promise to stay on my good side! But I cannot guarantee Arthur will do the same.~"

"Just t-try not to egg him on. As you know, he is hot-tempered..."

"Anything for you Mathieu! And if I do act up," purred Francis, "feel free to punish me.~" whispering so dangerously close to the petite blond's ear.

Pulling back, he couldn't help but note the boy smelled of sweet maple syrup. Hmmm. Francis was starting to wonder if he tasted like it...
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"What in the Queen's name is he doing here?" yelled a slightly angered Arthur. "I thought I told you to stay away from the Frog!"

"Arthur! He's just here for some help with the math lessons from class!"

Almost ready to blow his top, Arthur stormed out of the house.

"Ar-Arthur! Where are you going?" asked a worried Mathieu.

"To the store! We're out of milk!"

Crossing over to the living room, the boys sat down on the couch and pulled out their math notes and textbook. After about five minutes, Alfred came down the stairs looking for Arthur to found his brother and their classmate.

"Hey Mattie, where'd Arthur go? He promised to bring up sandwiches and never came back..."

"Oh, he went to the store to get more milk."

"Wah? You don't need milk to make a sandwich!"

"I know that but what I don't know is why you're eating in your room. Didn't Arthur help you clean that two days ago? You'd get crumbs everywhere if you ate in there."

"Well don't ask me! Artie offered to make me one! Someone offers to make you food, you don't turn that down!"

Francis suppressed a giggle. Artie? He should spend some more time with this family.

"Why would he do that?" asked a puzzled Mathieu.

"Beats me! He offered to make me one after I stared talking about those two hot girls in our English class! I asked him which one he thought was hotter, but he completely changed the subject! I even offered to set him up with one of them!"

"Hm Alfred, maybe Arthur doesn't want to talk about girls? Maybe that's something he's not interested in." hinted Francis. That boy was really dense...

"What do you mean Frenchie?"

"Oh nothing Alfred, just maybe that's not something he's into." cringed Francis at his nickname.

"I think I get what you're saying...instead of hooking Artie up with one of them, I should just hook up with both girls instead of one! Thanks French dude!" Alfred said before leaving the house to go and fetch Arthur.

"Sorry about my brother..." apologized Mathieu.

"Nonsense! And besides, we're alone now thanks to him.~" purred Francis as he started to nibble on Mathieu's neck.

"Nghhh...Fr-Francis...n-non..." moaned Mathieu as he tried to push the older blond off him.

"Why do you doubt my feelings Mathieu?" Francis said playfully as he started leaving a trail of red marks.

"I-It's...hnnng..." Mathieu mewled trying to answer his question.

"It's what, Mathieu?" smirked Francis as he started to push the younger one down to crawl on top of him.

"I-I don't want to be your fling or toy, I want to be your only one." said an upset and afraid Mathieu. Pulling back Francis could see the tears forming in the corners of the boys eyes. He kissed each eye closed before reaching for Mathieu's hand. Looking him straight in the eyes, he began kissing each finger tip slowly and delicately.

"Mon amour, you are the only one my heart wants." he said placing small kisses on Mathieu's neck again.

Sighing into Francis's light kisses, he began feeling the Frenchman's stubble rubbing against his skin causing him to giggle.

Sitting upright, Francis had a look of confusion upon his face. Mathieu, sensing his new love's confusion, climbed onto his lap and started stroking the Frenchman's slight stubble while giggling to himself.

"Your beard tickles!" giggled the Canadian as his continued stroking the small hairs.

"Ohonhon~ If you like rubbing it so much, I have a another place you might enjoy rubbing even more.~" said a smirking Francis to a flustered Mathieu.

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A/N: Hoped you enjoyed the story! Sorry if it seemed rushed or anything, but if you see anything wrong, feel free to correct me! Hopefully my wording doesn't seem awkward or anything. Next chapter will be an omake to find out what happens next with our hero Alfred F. Jones and the tsundere prince Arthur! There will be Franada fluff so fear not!

Oh! And Happy Birthday Francis c: