Francis smiled at the small dragon boy who was now sniffing and lightly gnawing on the pillows. "You can. But only for tonight," He answered to the Briton. Arthur smiled brightly to the farmer and began to play with the pillows. "Francis?" Francis looked to Arthur. "Yes, mon Cher?" The dragon looked down at the pillow and held it out to Francis so he could look at the object. "What it this?" The Frenchman gave Arthur an amused smile and petted his hair, which in return he got a pleased growl. "That is a pillow. You rest your head on it." Arthur once again looked at the pillow and snatched it from Francis. He curled up in a ball like a cat and put the pillow below his head. This was absolutely too adorable. Francis wished he could have sketched this and hung it on a wall for everyone to see. The British dragon nuzzled the pillow and let out a breath. Uncomfortable with his position, he sat up and threw the pillow at Francis who had perched himself on the other side of the bed. "It's not comfortable," The boy announced. Francis let out an amused sigh and lay on the bed. "That's because you are supposed to lie like this." He then pulled the covers over his shoulders and rested his head on the pillow.

The look on Arthurs face was absolutely adorable. Soon after studying how Francis demonstrated how to sleep in the bed, he opened the covers and got underneath them. "Better now?" The Frenchman asked the companion in his bed. He shifted so that his face was staring at Arthurs. The dragon just simply nodded his head. A smile crept over the farmer's lips once more as he petted Arthurs head and slowly stroked his horns. The little dragon cuddled up to Francis' chest. Francis' finger made their way towards Arthurs face and gently slipped the glasses off his face. Arthur let a whine escape his lips as they slowly left his face. He then gave up and moved his upper body on top of Francis. The Frenchman guessed that something in the room caught his attention again. He was right but it wasn't really a solid object.

Arthur led a clawed hand through Francis' hair. The feel was soft and silky. He liked it. The dragon leaned his head down to capture the scent of his hair, Strawberries and Francis (obviously), another strange combination that he liked. A smiled crept on Arthur's lips as he took a few strands of the golden long hair and twirled it between his fingers. Francis smiled as the young dragon played with his hair. This experience was fun. "Why is your hair so soft?" Arthur questioned Francis. "All humans have soft hair on their heads. " Arthur played with a few strands of Francis' hair before slowly guiding his hand to play with his own hair. Francis was correct. His hair was soft too, but not as soft as the Frenchman's. He preferred Francis' hair more than his own. His own hair was short spiky, and messy compared to the Frenchman's long silky hair. "I like your hair, Francis," The dragon stated. Arthur began to play with the farmer's hair again till the Frenchman's face caught his attention next. He got off of Francis and laid next to him to get a good look at his face. Arthur's eyes landed onto his stubble this time. The dragon raised two clawed fingers to his chin and felt the skin there. His skin was smooth and clear. Francis just watched the dragon with an amused face. This truly was an interesting experience.

Francis was surprised as the clawed fingers went to his chin and felt at the light stubble on his chin. Francis' chin wasn't as smooth as Arthur's own chin, but he liked the way it tickled his skin. Arthur let out a small giggle as he ran his fingers through his stubble one more. "I like your chin too," Arthur stated again absentmindedly. Francis gave a smile and rubbed Arthur's cheek with his thumb gently. He then lightly brought Arthurs face closer to his and lightly pecked his lips before getting out of the bed to get rid of his day clothes that he was still wearing. The blond just watched him, fascinated by all the human sights he was experiencing tonight. Francis took off his shirt and hung it on the small chair that was in the corner of the room tucked securely in front of a table. Arthur stared at the Frenchman's chest. How much hair do humans grow on their bodies? Francis walked back to the bed and crept back inside the sheets. Arthur once again glanced at the farmer's chest and ran a hand through his chest hair and over the hard muscles that were covered in hair and skin. Francis let out a gasp he felt Arthurs claws start to lightly graze his skin. "That hurts, Mon Petit!" The Frenchman said as he held the dragon's fingers in his hand. "Oh, fine…" The dragon let out a sad animalistic whine and cuddled his head into Francis chest. Francis lightly wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him close. Arthur let a small smile fall on his lips and he closed his eyes, His newly obtained eyelashes brushing against his cheek. Being human really wasn't a bad idea.

Arthur had transformed himself into a human to finally get to know the human who took care of him sometimes. He hated his home back in England. The other dragons were always mean to him. Not to mention the fact that they disowned him for his fascination with human language. It wasn't till he decided to fly across the ocean and unknowingly made his new home in French soil, that he felt more at home. He found Francis one day when searching for food and accidentally ate one of his sheep. "You know, you don't have to eat my livestock. If you're really that hungry, I would have thrown out the old vegetables and old cattle." Those words still ring in Arthurs head today. The promise that Francis gave him of food and Francis kept it. At least once a month, there was always food waiting for him in the back of the old barn. Francis just intrigued Arthur to no end. Why would a farmer be so nice to a pest like himself? He also learned a lot about different human languages. He learned quickly that in this land, there were two languages; French and English. Arthur was fortunate to learn both. The thing that puzzled him the most though was the books that Francis left lying around sometimes. He found them around the scattered trees around the farm and sometimes in the barn. He knew that humans read them. They were some sort of entertainment. He never understood them till earlier that day, and boy was he happy to find the pleasures in human books. For the first time, he thought about being human. So, he did exactly that. Sadly, it was still obvious that he was not human, but it passed off well enough.

As Arthur slowly nodded off, he kept telling himself; "Being human really isn't bad. Maybe I can live with Francis." He liked the thought of being Francis' mate and so far by the affection Francis was already showing, He didn't mind the thought either. The small dragon also liked the thought of learning about all the human things around him. He would ask later though. He was in pure bliss right now. The human bed was comforting him and so was being near Francis. Oh how he loved this. He would not give this up for anything.

4 years later—

The two blonds sat in a hammock on the porch of the small cottage. Francis held Arthur tightly to his chest. The Frenchman's fingers ran though the Britons short messy hair and over where his horns used to be. Arthur's arms were around the farmer's waist and lightly hugging him. It was afternoon and this was how the two lovers normally spent their time during this part of the day. "Oh Mon Cher, you were so cute with your horns." Arthur snorted and lightly kissed Francis stubble covered chin. "Frog, I still like your chin though." Smiles graced both their faces as they enjoyed the silent company of each other. This was the life. Arthur was finally human (Only feature that didn't go away, sadly, was his teeth.) and he had Francis. "Francis?" The Frenchman looked down at the form that was curled into his clothed chest. "Qui, Mon Cher?" Arthur's face flushed and he looked away. "Not that I can't do it myself, but would you read to me?" Arthur had finally learned to read with assistance from Francis, but he occasionally did this just to hear the others voice. Francis smiled at him and grabbed one of the books he left out sometimes when he wanted to read outside. "Of course, Mon Cher."

After Francis was finished reading a chapter from the novel, he put the book down and smiled to Arthur. The dragon boy gave the Frenchman a puzzled look. "Mon Amour, would you kiss me?" The smile on Francis' face widened more. Arthur managed to roll his eyes and smirk at the corniness. Arthur then lightly placed his lips to Francis' lips. Francis smiled and broke their kiss to lovingly look into the British boy's face. "Je'taime, Mon Bebe." The French words were music to Arthur's ears. Sometime though, he would never admit that he preferred it over English. Arthurs face flushed as he returned those words. "I love you too."

AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry about this guys! A lot of people asked me to make it longer so I did. And this is what I came up with. I'm really sorry for the cheesiness. But I hope you guys enjoyed it! And thank you so much for all the reviews and favorites!