"Did you eat anything today?" Asked Francis with a low growl in his throat. Babysitting his most hated person was not exactly what he had in mind that day.

Arthur nodded and looked up at the other man with glassy eyes.

The blue – eyed man shook his head. "Good, because you're not skipping meals from now on. I see what you're like when you come into work. You look starved, exhausted, and sometimes I presume you don't have a morning shower. That is all going to change starting today. You are going to come to my apartment after work, and I am going to give you a list. This list will have instructions on how to properly take care of yourself and you will follow everything to the T."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "What if I refuse to do any of that bullshit?"

The Frenchman chuckled. "I would watch your tone with me. I could always allow you to choose the second option, which I predict that you wouldn't want to. Your second option involves me going to the police, and confronting Alfred about your little nightlife activities. It'll be hard for someone like you to survive in prison, but if you are lucky you might make a nice fuck toy for your cellmate."

When Arthur lowered his head in defeat, Francis took this as a sign of agreement and nodded. "Good. We'll go to work as we do any other day, but for the next short while you will follow me home."

The Brit groaned. That will surely be torture. "Once you earn your privileges back, I will let you go home whenever you see fit. For starters, you might as well get comfortable becoming my prisoner, because I can always just hand you over to the police if you break any of my rules."

Work went by fairly quickly and normally. Arthur enjoyed a lunch with Alfred but was too afraid to tell him about the recent events causing his life to spiral downward. He knew that he would have to admit all of his wrongdoings to the American eventually, but Arthur knew that this would crush one of the only people that he could somewhat consider to be a friend.

Alfred had asked him the usual, such as how he was coping with the work load, getting along with the others, just simple day to day matters. "Oh, I meant to ask you…" Began Alfred with a nervous chuckle.

Arthur smiled and rolled his eyes. "Oh, and what might that be? Need help with an assignment?"

"Oh, Iggy. You know me so well!" The American cheered as he dumped a pile of papers on their cafeteria table. "It's not much, but I could really use your help if you proofread these documents for me? Please, Arthur! You're the best guy I know!"

The Brit was in a good enough mood to chuckle at Alfred's shenanigans. "Of course. I'll look them over this weekend. It'll take me a couple of days but I'll text you if I notice any problems, and I'll color code each section for any mistakes that need fixing."

"Ah, that's why you're the best." Exhaled Alfred with relief. "You know, instead of going home every night, you should come out with us sometime for drinks."

Arthur nodded. "I'll think about that."

"For starters, I am going to order us some takeout." Francis said as he opened the door to his apartment, inviting Arthur inside first.

The green – eyed man's jaw dropped as he took in the view of the Frenchman's home. It was absolutely stunning. It was a three – bedroom apartment with two bathrooms. Which was more than enough room for Arthur and Francis to live freely. The living room was gorgeous. Complete with a seventy – five-inch plasma screen tv, and a genuine leather sofa that wrapped around the entire floor. "T-this is…" The Englishman blushed.

Francis smirked and flipped his curls from his face. "Go ahead, get comfy while I order the food."

If his French co-worker caught a single glimpse of Arthur's apartment, the Brit would probably die of embarrassment. The walls were torn and dirty, the air was cold, the furniture was probably over ten years old and the overall environment was probably long overdue for some good remodeling.

To Arthur's horror, Francis asked, "Maybe you could show me around your home sometime."

The short – haired blond lowered his gaze. "I don't think you'd like it very much. Plus, the location is pretty terrible." Lost in thought, Arthur gazed out of the huge window that offered a glorious view of the city of San Francisco. While he hated to admire anything owned by his enemy, Arthur was not too ashamed to marvel at the sight. He placed his hands and nose on the glass like an excited child.

"Since I don't feel like cooking tonight I am going to go down to…" Francis shuddered before he finished his sentence. "McDonalds. I'll be back in a bit. It's for your best interest that you don't leave the apartment." The blue – eyed man's heart melted just for a moment as he left a blanket on the couch for Arthur. "Here, you can nap if you are tired. I should only be about thirty – minutes." With that, he closed the door behind him and left Arthur alone in his home.

Arthur chuckled to himself. Whereas Francis absolutely detested McDonalds, it was Alfred's favorite and he would pick some up for himself and even Arthur as a treat after a long morning. Just as Francis had expected, the Englishman fell asleep just a few moments later.

"Hey, Arthur. Time to eat! Arthur…?" Francis left his leather boots by the front door and made his way over to the sleeping man. He smiled for a moment. 'Well, it's actually kind of adorable – when he isn't talking.' He thought to himself. Francis sat down on the couch next to Arthur and removed a couple of cheeseburgers from the paper bag. He turned on the tv to pass the time. Not much was on today besides melodramas. He stretched and yawned. And, out of instinct, the blond accidentally wrapped an arm around his new sleeping friend as he began to eat his sandwich.