Shorter chapter because I'm lazy. It's my b-day tomorrow so I don't really care. Lots of hugging in here.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia as I've mentioned alot.
At 7:30AM the next day, Arthur snuck out of his bedroom hoping that nobody was up already. He shut the door waiting for a click until tiptoeing towards the kitchen.
After a final check of his surroundings, he flicked the jug on that was on top of the kitchen bench. Alfred had bought him an electric jug after he had almost burnt the house down when he had a kettle on the stove and forgot about it.
As Arthur waited for the water to boil, he sat down at the kitchen table letting his head rest on the table. He sighed and let thoughts of yesterday night flow through his mind. 'Bloody frog….'
Arthur was suddenly pulled into a hug from behind and almost fell out of his chair in shock if it wasn't for the sturdy arms around him.
"Good morning mon petit lapin" Francis mumbled as he buried his face in Arthur's hair.
"Let me go frog!" Arthur shouted, squirming around in Francis' hold. Figuring that he couldn't escape, he gave up and pouted, crossing his arms. "What are you doing up anyway? Where's Alfred and Matthew?"
"Well Angleterre, it isn't that early, it's 8:30 after all… And Alfred and Matthew left half an hour ago. They left me here to babysit you so the house doesn't go up in flames when they're away." Francis explained with a smirk on his face.
Arthur mentally facepalmed. He had forgotten to change the time on his clock. He gave Francis the most menacing scowl he could manage. "I do not want to spend the day with the likes of you. Now let me go!"
"You know, that blush on you cheeks makes you look so adorable. You would be even cuter if you were smiling." Francis said before removing his arms and going over to the jug and leaning on the counter.
Arthur was now beet red. "I am not cute!" He shouted. Francis only chuckled.
"How about I make you anything you want for breakfast to keep you out of trouble?" The Frenchman asked.
"Fine," Arthur pouted "but you better make my tea right!"
After having pancakes for breakfast, Francis decided to say to Arthur "You say you a perfect gentleman, but you swear more than anyone else I've ever met."
That set Arthur off. In an instant, Francis was tackled to the kitchen floor with a very angry Brit on top of him. Taking the opportunity, Francis rolled onto Arthur and pinned his arms and legs down. He leaned in closer until their noses were touching. "W-what are you doing?" Arthur stuttered, face heating up.
Francis smiled and released him, heading off to the lounge. "Mon cher, are you going to come into the lounge or lie of the kitchen floor all day?" He asked, laughing.
Arthur finally came to his senses and got up off the floor, trailing after Francis. He glared at him when he came into view and sat on the leather couch as far away as possible from the Frenchman. They watched the television in silence until Arthur let out a large yawn, proof enough that he hadn't slept very well the night before. He drifted off into a deep sleep, head resting on the arm of the sofa.
When he awoke at around 3:15PM he felt surprisingly warm. He noticed a pair of arms wrapped around him and rolled over to see Francis dozing beside him. Arthur tried to slip free but his grip only tightened around him.
"Well Artie, I didn't know you liked Francis so much! We only leave you for a few hours and you've already warmed up to him. It's about time!" Alfred beamed from the other side of the room, surprising Arthur.
"I-it's not what you think! I fell asleep and I woke up to see this pervert!" Arthur hissed.
"U-Um Arthur, you were cuddling him in your sleep and murmured something undecipherable…" Matthew said quietly.
"You too Matthew? Honestly, I hug my pillow (*coughflyingmintbunny*) in my sleep so don't start getting ideas!" Arthur retorted.
"Whatever you say Artie~" Alfred teased.
"Stop accusing me and help me out here!"
"Sure thing. HEY FRANCIS WAKE UP!" Alfred shouted 'helping'.
Francis sat up and stretched before pulling Arthur into his lap. "Good afternoon mon petit lapin~" He sung into Arthurs ear.
Arthur squirmed in his lap blushing madly.
"Aw, Arties blushing" Alfred said laughing.
He finally got out of Francis' grasp and hid in his room until dinner time. Again, nobody really noticed Matthew.