A/N: Hello people! Here is the last chapter of "The Baker and the Frog Prince". I hope you enjoy all this fluff! I had a lot of fun writing this story, even if it was challenging at times.
And please, if you want to see more of these, tell me! I'm open to most Hetalia ships, and I love faerie tales! Just shoot me a PM or put it in a review ;D
So, without further ado, let's finish this story!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia in any way, shape, or form. Nor do I own any iteration of the Princess and the Frog. All rights go to the respective creators.
"Bonjour, and welcome to The Faerie Glen! How many people are there in your party?" Arthur grinned as he heard Francis greet the new customers at the door. The French prince had taken to working at the restaurant with a passion, stating that "he wanted to see what he could do with his own life without his parents and their money." No matter his reasons, Arthur was grateful for his enthusiasm. Francis was probably the reason why the restaurant was actually successful.
Francis shot Arthur a flirty smile and a wink as he lead the customers to their table. Arthur blushed a little in response before grabbing his pad and a pen and leaving to take some orders.
"Hello! My name is Arthur, and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with anything to drink?" Arthur asked, smiling. He clicked his pen and opened his pad before preparing for the orders.
"Hallo, Artie. I'm assuming you don't remember us?" the tall albino chuckled. Arthur frowned slightly before it hit him.
"Gilbert?! How the hell are you a human?!" Arthur hissed, glancing around to try and find Francis.
"Yao found a spell that lets us become human for a bit. We wanted to see you without freaking everyone out," the other person replied. Arthur recognized Matthew's voice, and was vaguely startled to realize he looked incredibly similar to Alfred.
"Plus, it's easier to go on romantic dates as a human, ya know?" Gilbert finished, grinning.
"Ah, yes, I suppose so. I'll come back and talk once your orders are in. Now, um... what would you like to drink?" Arthur stammered.
"Water," Matthew requested, while Gilbert asked for a beer. Arthur jotted their orders down and scrambled back to the kitchen.
"Arthur? What's wrong?" Feli asked, looking up from an order he was preparing. Feli and Ludwig had both come to work at Arthur's restaurant, which Arthur was eternally grateful for. Both of them were incredible chefs, and they helped to diminish Arthur's workload (and stress) by quite a bit.
"Gilbert and Matthew are here on a date, and they've somehow become human. Help," Arthur gasped out. Feli and Ludwig both rolled their eyes at Arthur's antics.
"You can do this, Arthur. Get their drinks and then go take their orders, then invite them to go do something. You haven't seen them in three months, after all," Feli advised. Arthur sighed before going to get Matthew and Gilbert's drinks.
When Arthur walked back over to the table, he saw Francis standing there and chatting with Gilbert and Matthew. Francis looked up and smiled at him as he approached.
"Arthur! Why didn't you tell me that Matthew and Gilbert came to visit?" Francis asked, feigning hurt. Arthur rolled his eyes and smacked his shoulder after setting down the beverages.
"Shut up, frog, I don't have to tell you everything," Arthur replied, fondness creeping into his voice. Even though Francis was no longer cursed to be a frog, the nickname had stuck, and Francis was actually pretty fond of it now.
"Now, Matthew and Gilbert, do you know what you want to eat?" Arthur asked, digging out his pad again. Matthew and Gilbert both ordered salads and sandwiches, and when Arthur turned around to leave and put their order in, Gilbert called "Come back and talk when you're done with that, yeah?" Arthur called back an affirmative and went to place their orders. He didn't see Francis' nervous glances back to Gilbert and Matthew, or the velvet box Francis fished out of his pocket.
Once Arthur had brought Gilbert and Matthew their food, Francis dragged him out to his greeter's position. He then proceeded to chatter away for what felt like an hour. Arthur kept trying to escape to go see if Gilbert and Matthew needed anything, but Francis kept yanking him back, saying that they were covered.
Finally, after Francis regaled him with a story about a time when he was younger and had fallen in a ditch because he was running away from Ludwig, the Frenchman stopped talking. Arthur smiled at his lover and his crazy antics.
"Francis, darling, those stories are incredibly interesting, but I really should be getting back to my job," Arthur announced, turning to leave.
"Wait!" Francis yelped, his hand shooting out and grabbing Arthur's wrist. "I have to ask you something!"
Arthur paused and turned around. Francis gently released Arthur wrist before taking both his hands in his.
"Arthur, mon cher, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Not only did you attempt to help me when you didn't even know who I was, you willingly took me in and gave me the chance to be your boyfriend. You're the kindest, sweetest, and most passionate person I know, second to none. Every day I've spent with you has been a joy, and I look forward to spending many more with you." Here, Francis paused to take a breath before kneeling down on the floor and pulling something out of his pocket. Arthur gasped and his hands flew to cover his mouth. Was Francis...?
"With all that said: Arthur Kirkland, mon petite lapin, will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?"
Everyone in the restaurant had turned to look at the couple, and Arthur stood frozen. Francis had just... proposed to him. Francis had just proposed to him. Francis Bonnefoy had just proposed to him.
Oh bloody hell, he was getting married!
"Arthur? Mon cher? Are you alright?" Francis asked, looking incredibly worried.
"Yes," Arthur breathed. Francis looked hopeful.
"Yes, you are alright...?" Francis ventured, biting his lower lip in nervousness.
"Yes, I will marry you, Francis Bonnefoy," Arthur managed to say before breaking into tears of joy. Francis laughed and slipped the ring onto Arthur's right hand before standing up and pulling Arthur into a kiss. The patrons cheered and clapped, and when Arthur and Francis finally broke their kiss, Matthew and Gilbert were standing there and smirking at them, as were Feli and Ludwig.
"Told ya Franny'd propose," Gilbert said, his smirk widening. Arthur blushed when he realized that he and Francis were the centre of attention, and Francis pulled him back in for another kiss to distract him. It worked quite well, actually. Francis was a brilliant kisser.
"This is it. This is the day," Arthur breathed, staring at himself in the mirror. He adjusted his tie for the umpteenth time and attempted to smooth down his wild golden hair.
"Relax, Arthur. You look perfect," Roederich soothed. Arthur's father stepped forward and looked Arthur in the eyes, smiling sadly.
"Vash would have loved to be here," Roederich murmured, his eyes misting over with unshed tears. Arthur pulled his father into a hug and whispered back "Yeah. He really would have." The two of them took a moment to cry before Roederich pulled away, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
"What am I thinking? We can't get tears on your suit!" he sniffed, attempting a real smile. Arthur laughed and wiped his own eyes. Alfred poked his head into the room just then.
"Did I interrupt something?" he asked, smiling softly when he saw Arthur. Arthur smiled back, and Roederich straightened his spine in an attempt to look put together.
"No. I was just helping Arthur finish preparing. I assume they're ready for him?" Roederich answered.
"Yep. Relax Artie, you'll do fine," Alfred replied, heading back to his seat. Arthur took a shuddering breath, and Roederich grabbed his arm and dragged him out into the church.
The ceremony was over with fairly quickly, just as Francis and Arthur had requested. When the priest finally said "You may kiss your husband", Francis pulled Arthur into a passionate kiss. Arthur barely registered everyone's happy cheers, he was so filled with happiness. Francis eventually pulled back and grinned brightly down at Arthur.
"So, how does it feel to officially be royalty?" Francis asked teasingly. Arthur shot a teasing grin right back at him.
"Like I'm living in a faerie tale," Arthur responded. Francis laughed and began to walk back up the aisle with Arthur.
"I was hoping you'd say something else," Francis remarked. Arthur squeezed his hand and turned to glance at him.
"I thought you knew that I don't care about a title. All I care about is spending the rest of my life with you." Francis squeezed his hand in return, and the two newly-weds walked out of the church and into the glow of the sunset.
A/N: And that's the end, folks! Thank you so much for sticking with me on this ride. School has been murder, but I finally finished it! I have a few other fics in the works as well, so I hope you'll check those out when they get published!
For now, this is Neah, signing off! Hope to see you again with another story!