Arthur and Francis laid in bed with their arms wrapped around each other's waists. They had officially been together for six months now. Their heads touched, and the Brit noted that his boyfriend's hair still managed to smell like strawberries from the day before, and he never had bed head. How on earth did he manage to stay so perfect?

As though Francis was able to read his love's mind, he winked a twinkling blue eye at him. "Up early? I hope you slept well." He said softly, still tired from the night before and yawned.

Arthur chuckled. "Yeah, I slept fine, and in case you were wondering what I was thinking about, I was just wondering how your freaken hair always manages to stay so damn perfect."

His partner nearly blushed at the compliment. "Well, mon Cher, I hire little elves to come in the middle of the night when you are fast asleep to shampoo, condition, and wash my hair the whole time you are asleep. But the secret is, they sprinkle pixie dust on you so that you won't wake up and interrupt them."

The green – eyed man couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous his partner could be sometimes. "Isn't it a little too early to joke about elves, love?"

The Frenchman simply smiled and nodded. "You might be right about that. Also, I've had something else on my mind. Something far more important than elves."

Arthur's expression suddenly turned serious. "Did something happen? Is it… is it something I've done?"

Now it was Francis' turn to laugh. "No, Arthur. You've been doing everything right. In fact, I think you're perfect, too. Which is exactly why I want to ask you to marry me. I'd be foolish if I waited any longer since I've been certain about this since the moment we've started dating, and I would definitely kick myself if I allowed another man to sweep you away. Also, don't think that I don't have a ring, I've had this custom made for you."

He retrieved the ring from the dresser behind him and grasped it between his finger and thumb. "This ring has three stones because it represents our past, present and future together. The stones in the ring are emeralds because I wanted to give you a stone that reminded me of the color of your eyes.

Arthur, still speechless, could only stare at Francis. Of course, he would say yes, but he just lost all ability to speak at this moment.

"Is that a yes?" Asked the blue – eyed Frenchman in a cocky tone with an arched eyebrow.

The Brit gulped and nodded his head up and down so fast he thought it might screw right off. "O-of course I do!" He chocked and reached his hand towards his now fiancé so that he could slide the ring on Arthur's left ring finger. "My God, Francis. You know I could never say no to you."

The two men embraced with a hug but were interrupted with a knock on the other side of the wall.

"Did he say yes?!" Shouted a familiar white – haired German. "Things sound good in there!"

It was on that rare occasion that Francis Bonnefoy failed to hide his red blush and grumbled at his friend in annoyance. "Yes, Gil. He said yes! Do you mind? I don't interrupt you and Matthew when you guys are having sex!"

"Aww, don't be like that, Francy!" Laughed Gilbert. "Besides, I already talked to your dear maman and told her the good news, so you might want to call her back tomorrow before she kills you!"

The blond Frenchman smiled and shook his head. "Remember my mother, dear?"

The Brit smiled and hid his chuckle. "Of course, I do. How on earth could I forget about her? She's amazing."

Francis smiled and squeezed Arthur's hand into his. "I'm glad you think so, because she is definitely going to want to have brunch with us in the next couple of days."

Arthur fell asleep without a care in the world, and the happiest he has ever been in a very long time. Would he be Arthur Bonnefoy, or would Francis take his last name instead? There was so much to talk about and so much planning to do, but he was very excited about all of it.

The blond Englishman could hear talking just outside of the bedroom door as he woke bright and early for the next morning. Francis was already out of bed, but it sounded like he was talking to an elderly woman. 'That must be Mrs. Bonnefoy! Francis must have told her about the engagement as soon as he could.' Arthur thought to himself and ripped the covers away from him, eager to start his day. 'But I guess I better put on something more appropriate than boxer shorts if I am going to be speaking with a lady…'

"Arthur! It's been months since I've last seen you!" The woman shouted as she ran over to hug him with excitement. In the end, Arthur decided to through a large nightshirt to cover up his rather indecent attire.

"It's good to see you again, too. Mrs. Bonnefoy." Greeted the Brit as he gave her a hug in return.

"Remember, dear, you call me mother and you'll call me that for the rest of your life." She reminded and gently pinched the blonde's cheeks.

"Don't worry, I'll get used to it." He promised with a chuckle. Although, it might be a little difficult for him to remember since he hadn't even seen his own mother in over fifteen years. Quickly deciding to change the subject, Arthur smiled and showed his future mother – in – law the ring that Francis had just given to him the night before.

"It's beautiful!" She gawked and took his hand into hers so she could have a clearer view of the emerald gems. "I just might have helped my baby boy pick it out." She teased with a wink.

Francis grumbled awkwardly, embarrassed by his mother's nicknames. "Maman, I'm not a little baby anymore. I'm clearly a grown man."

The other two ignored Francis' complaints and chuckled at his embarrassment.

"Oh, hush." His mother ordered. "I carried you for nine months and raised you for eighteen years, I believe that I can call you whatever I want. Anyways, I'm hungry and I don't want to miss the new brunch specials. Besides, that annoying Tanya Turner from our book club will be there with her husband, today, and I can't have her grubby little hands stealing all of my mimosas."