A/N: Hey guy's back again, hope you guys are still reading. Anyway thanks to all who reviewed and favorited.

Chapter Ten: To Francis' House

It had taken a total of four days for the pair to cross the body of water. The ship pulled into a dock at Cherbourg, about three hundred and two kilometers away from Paris where Francis lived. By horse it was about three and a half hours, but since they didn't have horses it would take longer unsurprisingly.

So as soon as they landed in the French city they began to walk, which was painstakingly slow. But they could care less, they were safe and together. They walked hand in hand down the busy streets of the French city. Finally Arthur's stamina broke; he huffed and stopped walking, causing Francis to stop as well. Francis turned to his husband, "Something wrong cher?"

Arthur was about to reply, when his stomach decided it was time to complain. Arthur blushed madly as he looked down at his stomach cursing himself. Francis only began to laugh uncontrollably, letting go of Arthurs hand to hold his own stomach. "Shut up! This is not funny frog!" Arthur yelled his hands balled into fists by his side, his face scarlet.

"B-but It's so f-funny~" He said between breaths, tears leaking out his eyes.

"No it's not!"

"Y-yes it is~"

"NO IT'S BLOODY NOT!" suddenly Francis' stomach made the same noise the Brit's had earlier. There was a silence for a moment until it was broken by the Brit muffling a snigger.

Francis blushed, "Shut it you Brit."

The Brit could no longer contain his laughter; he fell to the floor laughing much to Francis' displeasure. But instead of yelling like the Brit he began to laugh. They sat there laughing clutching their stomachs with tears rolling down their cheeks, their faces were slightly red.

Francis was the first to stand he held out a hand for Arthur to take, which he did. Francis kissed the back of his hand, "Shall we go in search of food mon amour?"

Arthur blushed, "Yes but on one condition…"

Francis smiled, "What is it mon petit Brit?"

Arthur looked to the ground kicking the few small stones on the ground, his face a scarlet color. He took a deep breath, "Youhavetogivemeakissfirst!"

Francis's eyes widened and he smirked. He picked the Brits head up to look him in the eye, "Could you repeat that cher~? I couldn't hear you~"

Arthur fidgeted under Francis's gaze, "I said, that y-you… have to give me a kiss first." His voice lowered as he finished the sentence, looking to the ground embarrassed.

Francis smiled and caressed his husbands' cheek, "You only have to ask Arzur." He pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss. Arthur smiled and pressed himself close to his Francis. Francis wrapped his arms around the Brit's small frame pulling him even closer; he licked the bottom of Arthur's lip asking for entrance. Arthur shivered and opened his mouth letting Francis reclaim his territory. Francis hummed happily as Arthur began to push back with his own tongue beginning a battle for dominance. Francis won as always and the two pulled apart connected by a thin strand of their mixed saliva. Francis panted lightly, "Well mon amour should we go?"

Arthur smiled and kissed him quickly sliding his hand into the others larger one, "Yes."

Francis smiled and squeezed the Brits hand, and began to walk to the nearest restaurant.

Luckily it wasn't to far away and they were seated immediately, their waitress pranced to their table and gave a flirtatious look to Francis, "Bonsoir monsieur est. Mon nom est Alex que puis-je obtenir pour vous aujourd'hui? Aimeriez-vous un peu de vin?"

Francis sighed, if it had been any other night he would have gotten wine, but they still had to travel some more. He waved his hand, "Pas de vin pour nous aujourd'hui, juste de l'eau. Et comme pour la nourriture dont nous avons besoin d'une minute."

She nodded, "D'accord, les boissons seront ici dans une minute." She winked at Francis and left the two men.

"She has a liking for you love."

"Oui," he sighed, "what a bother."

"What are you talking about? She was rather pretty." Arthur said looking through the menu, translating the French to English. He was slightly mad… okay maybe not slightly mad that the girl had the nerve to hit on Francis.

Francis smiled as he placed his chin in his hands staring at Arthur, who hid his face behind the menu, "May I ask what the bloody hell your staring at?"

"You~"

"Why the bloody hell are you staring at me?"

"Because you are so cute when you are angry~"

Arthur blushed and scowled, "Am not."

"Are too~"

"I am not!" Arthur said, irritation showing clearly on his face.

Francis only smirked, allowing silence to cover the table. "…are too~"

"I said that I'm bloody no-" Francis quickly pressed his lips to Arthur's. Arthur squeaked in surprise, and tore away from Francis blushing violently.

The waitress returned smiling; she looked to Francis, "Savez-vous ce que vous voulez commander monsieur?"

"Oui, je vais avoir la Bisque de Homard." Francis said not even looking at the waitress.

"Bon, et vous monsieur?" she said scribbling down the order on a pad of paper and turning to Arthur.

"Je vais avoir le canard à l'orange s'il vous plaît." Arthur said placing the menu neatly on the table, she nodded and handed Francis his water glass brushing her fingers against his hand.

When he took no notice she huffed, "Votre nourriture sera bientôt là." And with that's she walked off to the kitchens.

"Told you."

"Told me what mon amour?"

"She fancies you Francis."

"And?"

"And that's it, she fancies you."

"Do you zink I would go for someone like her?"

"…"

"Do you zink zat I will leave you?"

"…"

"Arzur answer me! Please!"

"…yes."

Francis stood immediately and sat next to Arthur pulling him close, Francis' chest touching Arthurs shoulder. "Arzur I will never do zat to you. I am never going to leave you cher. Do you believe me?"

Arthur nodded and curled up closer to Francis, inhaling his familiar scent. He entwined his fingers with Francis' squeezing his hand gently, "I love you Francis."

"I love you too Arzur, toujours."

At that moment the waitress returned with the food, she took one glance at their hands and her face fell immediately. Arthur felt a surge of triumph and embarrassment but said nothing, only moving closer to his husband.

They ate quickly still wanting to cover more ground while they could, when they finished the sky was a pink-violet color. They walked hand in hand as they had before happily. The sun had finally gone down and Francis looked to Arthur, "Cher, it is late I zink we should stop walking and find somewhere to sleep."

Arthur nodded, "Is there any place nearby, love?"

"Oui there is, follow me~" Francis replied cheerfully half dragging Arthur along with him. They soon arrived at the hotel, and took the keys from the unhappy worker. As soon as they got into their room Arthur face planted on the bed with a huff, Francis chuckled, "Zat tired mon amour~?"

"Bugger off Francis, I wanna sleep damn it." Francis smiled and reached for the bottom of the Brits shirt lifting it, Arthur jumped, "What the bloody hell are you doing frog?"

"Taking off your cloze~" Francis replied as if it were completely obvious which it was, still pulling on the shirt.

"Why!"

"Your cloze will get wrinkled if you sleep in zem cher~" Francis had managed to take off the Brits shirt and was working on the belt buckle, 'Damn him and his Britishness wiz wearing zings zat aren't necessary!'

"I don't bloody care!"He yelled struggling to get away, holding onto his pants.

"Come on cher I have seen you naked before why not now?"

"Because I said so!"

"You're no fun cher, fine I will leave you alone~" Francis said holding his hands in front of him as he slowly backed away from the fuming Brit. Arthur gave a skeptical look to his husband, not fully trusting him. But he shrugged and got up to climb under the bed sheets, bad decision. Like lightning Francis pounced on Arthur pulling his pants down to his ankles, and unfortunately for Arthur his union jack boxers as well, giving Francis a wonderful view of Big Ben.

"BLOODY HELL FRANCIS!" Arthur screamed covering himself, or attempting to, with his hands.

"Ohonhonhonhon~ Arzur is patriotic, non~?" Francis said with a perverted smirk holding up the boxers. Arthur blushed and attempted to grab them, only to fall into the arms of the awaiting Frenchman. "Ah~ 'ello Arzur, you look lovely today~" Francis' cerulean orbs locking with Arthurs emerald.

Arthur hit his fists weakly on the Frenchmans chest, "Let go of me you pervert! And give me back my boxers!"

Francis chuckled, he leaned close to Arthurs' ear, his hot breath brushing the Brits neck, whispering, "Ah~ But you love it when my eyes are on you Arzur~ Don't deny what ze body wants~"

Arthur shivered as the breath ghosted down his neck, his body pressing closer to Francis'. Francis smiled and set the Brit down on the bed handing him his boxers, "Here you go cher~"

"T-thank you." He said as he slipped the boxers on, blushing profusely. Arthur quickly slipped under the covers of the bed, holding them with a death grip. Arthur felt the weight shift on the bed, signaling that Francis had joined him. He felt Francis' arms wrap around him holding him close, Arthur sighed in contentment leaning into his husbands' chest. Francis placed his chin on Arthur's head breathing in the man's scent, before finally falling asleep. But neither of them heard the person standing outside their door, watching and waiting for the most opportune moment to attack.

A/N: So guys did you like this chapter? I hope so I had a lot of fun writing it~

Arthur: HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU HAVE FUN WITH THIS?

Francis: Ohonhonhon~ Mon amour your just upset zat you didn't get zis in ze chapter~

Arthur: NO WAY IN HELL FROG!

Me: guys chill, sorry that you didn't get Francis in you this chap. Artie maybe another time~

Arthur: I never said-

Me: We all know you want Francis~ Stop denying it~

Arthur: *blushes* That may be so but-

Me and Francis:*gasp* He admits it!

Francis: Well come along mon cher~ *drags Arthur away from us*

Arthur: what the hell-!

Me: Well now that there gone here are the translations~

Translations-

French-

Oui- yes

Cher- Dear

Toujours- forever

Mon amour- my love

Mon petit Brit- my little Brit

Bonsoir monsieur est. Mon nom est Alex que puis-je obtenir pour vous aujourd'hui? Aimeriez-vous un peu de vin?- Good evening gentleman. My name is Alex, what can I get for you today? Would you like some wine?

Pas de vin pour nous aujourd'hui, juste de l'eau. Et comme pour la nourriture dont nous avons besoin d'une minute- No wine for us today, just water. And as for the food we need a minute.

D'accord, les boissons seront ici dans une minute- Okay, drinks will be here in a minute

Savez-vous ce que vous voulez commander monsieur- Do you know what you want to order sir

Oui, je vais avoir la Bisque de Homard- Yes, I'll have the Lobster Bisque.

Bon, et vous monsieur? - Good, and you sir?

Je vais avoir le canard à l'orange s'il vous plaît- I'll have the duck l'orange, please

Votre nourriture sera bientôt là- Your food will be here soon