Oh for the love of Yaoi, how many chapters is this now? –scrolls through document- OH FU- ELEVEN CHAPTERS!? That has got to be the most dedication I have ever put into a story. No seriously, like 95% of my laptop is unfinished stories. I happen to be a really big procrastinator. Oh, real quick, a couple of things I want to address. 1. I'm sorry, I really meant to type Freund, it's just I like to type fast and don't really bother with proof-reading. 2. In case anyone is feeling offended or annoyed by the stereotypical accents, please understand that I only write like that because I want the reader to understand which accent is being used for that character. On with the show!

Chapter Eleven: Proud Slytherin (Also emotional England + adorably shy Neville Longbottom (That's right, he's in the story now))

Arthur sighed as Francis nuzzled into his neck once more. He wanted to be annoyed, he really did, but Francis just so happened to be utterly adorable when just woken up. "Mon Amour, five more minutes… Please?" Arthur fought back a smile at the sleepy protests. He simply ruffled the older blonde's hair and managed to pry himself away from him. "I have a class to teach, mon Amour~" He chirped back teasingly before heading towards the shower. After he'd gotten dressed and finally managed to wake up his boyfriend, the two of them began their walk towards the Great Hall for breakfast. They passed Ludwig and Feliciano in the halls, who waved before heading outside for their daily training. Arthur smiled and leaned his head against Francis's shoulder, enjoying these small moments of affection before they had to go back to pretending to be friends and nothing more. With the sun shining in through the windows, the birds chirping merrily, and his lover by his side, Arthur felt as if nothing could go wrong.

Opening the double doors for breakfast proved to him otherwise, because sometimes the almighty universe enjoys screwing with people who don't deserve to be screwed with. The minute that they sat down, Umbridge sat beside Arthur once more. She had started doing so out of the belief that he was the weaker of the two, constantly relying on the Frenchman seated next to him for protection. "So, Mr. Kirkland. What exactly IS your relationship with Mr. Bonnefoy?" Arthur felt a shiver run down his spine, his heart already beginning to pound in his chest. He had to take a few breaths to compose himself and calm his rapidly beating heart. "We're acquaintances from back when we went to Hogwarts ourselves. Everyone always said we were like an old married couple, so it was a sort of inside joke that we had a secret relationship. So your actions the other day were extremely unnecessary." By the end, his voice had softened yet taken on a more dark tone. Umbridge frowned at his excuse.

Francis wanted more then nothing else to beat this toad senseless. Why must she always pick on his sweet Angleterre? What had he done to provoke this woman in any way, shape, or form? He could understand if she went after him; after all, he threw snide comments towards her all the time, albeit hidden within idle conversation. But Arthur? He didn't see the reason, couldn't understand the point of it. And he could only watch with a disgusted look upon his face as she continued with her questions and poorly hidden insults. Eventually, tears started to form in the emerald green eyes he loved so much. He hadn't really been paying attention, but he guessed she had said something that truly affected him. Non, screw zis, I'm not letting her get away wiz zis. Francis abruptly stood, slamming his hand down on the table and narrowing his blue eyes at the Ministry witch. The noise not only startled Umbridge, but also quickly gained the attention of more then a couple of the students. "Alright, listen here, you disgusting excuse for a woman; Arthur has done absolutely nozzing to you, he's done nozzing wrong, and your questions happen to be a bit on ze personal side. So I'm going to say zis once, and only once: LEAVE HIM ALONE OR ANSWER TO MOI."

With that, he grabbed Arthur's hand and stormed out of the Great Hall with his lover in tow, leaving behind a sea of stunned faces and one extremely miffed Umbridge. He didn't stop walking until they had made it to the Quidditch field. "Arthur, what did she say?" The Brit looked down at his feet before quietly responding; "She said that if one were to be disgusting enough to love the same gender, they could at least choose someone who's actually attractive." Francis's shoulders slumped as an exasperated smile spread across his face. "So zat's what you're crying about? Ze fact zat she called me ugly?" He was trying really hard not to laugh at this adorable show of protection. It honestly made him smile at how much his little Angleterre cared about him. His grin slowly faded when he noticed that Arthur was looking at the ground again, fighting back tears. "Arthur?" The Brit said nothing, then; "She was talking about you, Francis. She was saying that you could have done better… and you know what? …. She's BLOODY RIGHT!"

The Frenchman was taken aback by the sudden outburst, watching with a highly disturbed expression as Arthur continued. "You could do SO MUCH better! What do you see in me? What could anyone possibly see in a hideous, grumpy Englishman with anger problems and the world's ugliest form! How could I ever believe that someone like you could ever love someone like me!?" Arthur was sobbing harder now, legs giving out at the last second. Francis managed to snap out of his stunned state just in time to catch him before he hit the ground. "Arthur, do you truly believe zat about yourself?" The look he received was enough to know the truth. "Oh, Arthur… mon Amour, I love you so much. I could never do better, I was stupid not to confess sooner. You're ze most amazing zing zat's ever happened to me. I love you wiz all my heart."

He gently pressed his lips against Arthur's, a small loving kiss that both were reluctant to pull away from. But of course, Francis was still France, and playfully squeezed Arthur's butt, earning him a yelp of surprise and slight smack to the back of the head. He laughed and held the Englishman closer, quickly pulling him into another gentle kiss. Arthur smiled and kissed back. There is nothing better than this. He thought as they wrapped their arms around one another, completely oblivious to Harry, who had skipped breakfast to get some Quidditch practice in. The Boy Who Lived took one last look at the two professors kissing under the bleachers, turned, and quickly exited the field. He was blushing from what he'd just stumbled upon, but couldn't help but smile at how happy they seemed together.

"I wonder what house Professor Kirkland is in?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Neville before going back to her book. "Well, why don't you just ask him?" The boy fussed with his short brown hair nervously, before turning anxious brown eyes back towards the bookworm sitting across from him. "W-Well, what if he's embarrassed about it? I mean, some wizard's deny their true house for family reasons or something else. 'Mione, could you…..? I mean, I'm too shy to… Please?" Hermione slipped her bookmark into the novel she was currently reading with a frustrated groan before heading out the portrait to the Gryffindor common room. "Thanks 'Mione!" Neville shouted out after her.

Hermione knocked on the door to Professor Kirkland's classroom, pondering how this question could even be slightly perceived as rude. The door opened to reveal Professor Bonnefoy's smiling face. "Oh, bonjour, Ms. Granger. How are you?" Hermione smiled politely as she walked into the room. "Oh, I'm doing splendid, thank you. I have a question for the both of you, actually." Professor Kirkland looked up from his paperwork in curiosity. Hermione cleared her throat before turning towards the assistant professor. "Professor Bonnefoy, earlier at breakfast Professor Kirkland mentioned you both went to Hogwarts. What house were you in?" Francis smiled at the fond memories of that time. "Why, I was a noble and brave Gryffindor, of course." He stated whilst puffing his chest out proudly. Arthur rolled his eyes with a muttered "Drama queen." "What about you, Professor Kirkland? What house were you in?" Arthur looked up and smiled. "Slytherin." Hermione's eyes went wide with shock. No way, she had to have heard him wrong. Professor Kirkland was too nice to be a… she had to remind herself that Valka, Tim, Jack, and Draco were all Slytherins, and were friends of hers. But still, they actually ACTED like Slytherins. Even Valka had her moments. But Professor Kirkland?

"Wait, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin? Being friends?" Arthur chuckled and nodded. It sounded crazy, even to him. But France really had been his only friend back then…

Arthur whimpered as the Gryffindor boy kicked him in the stomach once more, causing more pain to course through his tiny body. Where was Salazar when you needed him? He could hear the little group closing in on him, wands out, painful hexes already on the tips of their tongues, ready to be launched at the beaten Brit before them. A sudden blast of light caught his attention, and soon a large wolf that appeared to be made of glowing smoke stood between him and the group of fourth years. The Gryffindors took off, shouting in fear. Arthur's heart skipped a beat as Francis picked him up, cradling him gently before rushing off to take him to the Infirmary. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered the story behind his friend's Patronus; "It is a wolf, proud and mysterious, much like yourself Angleterre. Maybe it is suppose to represent you?"

"… and he always protected me. Did we fight? Yes, of course, all the time. Especially during Quidditch matches." Hermione laughed at that last bit of the story. Francis chuckled and nodded. "Well, of course we fought during Quidditch! It's only natural for ze two Seekers to constantly fight one anozzer." A smirk slowly formed on the English professor's face. "Fight over what? The Snitch you never managed to catch?" Hermione stifled a laugh as Francis's face turned pink. "Well, I'm still convinced you were cheating. I never was beat by any ozzer team, only you! No one could beat you, and I'm fairly certain zat it was because you cheated." "I didn't cheat Francis, you're just a sore loser." "How is it not considered cheating to catch ze Snitch in between your fangs like a snake!?" Hermione smiled as she opened the door to leave, then paused and looked back at the two squabbling men. "Harry caught the two of you kissing under the bleachers; if you're trying to keep your relationship a secret, you need to be more sneaky." She left the room with a smirk, feeling proud of herself for leaving them completely speechless.

"You know, zat story reminds me, I never did get to see your Patronus." Arthur sighed, before raising his left hand and snapping his fingers. Immediately, a vicious looking snake made of glowing green smoke appeared, coiling around Arthur's form in an overly protective manner. It disappeared just as quickly, leaving Francis stunned. "His name is Treacle and he is amazing, that is all you need to know." Francis just stared at him. "Okay, two questions, first one being, you can do magic wizout a wand? Or speaking?" Arthur nodded, a feeling of pride washing over him at the impressed look on Francis's face. "And secondly…. You named your scary snake Patronus Treacle? As in, Treacle Tart?" Arthur glared at the teasing look Francis was giving him. "Sh-shut up! You named yours Iggy, so don't you even start!" Francis blushed but smiled anyways. His little Lapin was so cute sometimes.

I know, a lot of this seems a little out of nowhere. My heads probably not okay right now, because guess who is literally the weakest thing on this planet and has gotten sick out of the blue once again? Literally everything makes me sick or injured. If someone who is even slightly ill walks past me, I suddenly have the Black Plague and can't leave my bed. I forced myself to get up and write this. I had to stop and fix my spelling so many times, it's not even funny anymore. I don't even know if any of this chapter makes any sense, and I don't care. Just enjoy this chapter filled with FrUk moments, poor sad Iggy, Umbridge being evil, adorable little Nevvy, and Hermione being awesome. I'm sorry if it might be a little random, but hopefully it's still good. Please like this chapter. Notice me, Reader-Senpai!