Hey everyone! So sorry I haven't updated in a while. I was in Seattle! Yay!
-Francis's POV-
Well my cover was ruined. Now that Alfred knew I was here, he just kept asking questions. Most of them consisted of Mathew. It was bothering me.
"Alfred? Could you get me something to ear?" I asked, my stomach empty from breakfast yesterday.
"Sure!" he yipped.
As soon as the boy turned and left the room, I pushed Arthur down on the bed, sitting on top of him.
"Your brother asks too many questions."
"I know."
I kissed him lightly on the forehead, his cheeks changing color, to a pink.
"I got you some~" he stopped in his place. "Should I come back later?"
"Yes!" Arthur and I said, simultaneously.
Alfred giggled and left, closing the door behind him.
I kissed down Arthur's face, and down his neck. The look on Arthur's face when I nibbled his neck, was priceless.
"No." Arthur mumbled.
"What do you mean, my prince?"
"I'm not ready for… that yet."
I understood, and nodded. I rolled off of his chest.
"You're done?"
"I thought you were done for today, or at least right now." I smirked.
He pouted, as I stood up.
"What do you want to do today, Arthur?"
"Anything works…"
"Honhonhon anything?"
He blushed. "That's not what I meant, and you know it, frog!"
That night, both of our stomachs were making loud noises that we both laughed at lightheartedly.
"ARTHUR!" I heard downstairs.
Arthur sprang out of bed, running for the stairs.
"Arthur were have you been!" his father growled. "Your teachers called. Why didn't you go to school?"
I could tell by the way Arthur was talking; he was trying to buy some time.
"Uhh… I wasn't… feeling good this morning…"
"Why didn't you have Alfred call you in sick? Or Martha?"
"I-I didn't…. want to be a bother?"
"Don't answer questions with questions."
"O-okay."
"And stop stuttering."
"I'm truly sorry, father."
"Now come and eat."