Last one tonight I think.

This one is SUPER fluffy at the end, oh my god I'm a sap.

Enjoy ;)

"Mornin' Mint Bunnies!" Arthur said, saluting the camera, "And-"

"Welcome to Arthur and Francis Play!" Francis said, sliding into the frame and effectively cutting off Arthur's practiced intro.

Arthur elbowed him in the side, and continued, ignoring the grumbling from beside him, "Today we're going to play a little something that I think you'll get a kick out of," he paused for a moment to glance sidelong at Francis with a mischievous grin, "Or, at the very least, I will."

"You still haven't told me what we're playing." Francis grumbled.

Arthur just waved a hand dismissively, the smile remaining on his face. Francis grimaced, in his experience, that smile had never meant anything good for him.

Arthur clicked a few times on the screen and a game began to boot up, "Voila!" he said happily, when it finally loaded.

"What's Five Nights at Freddie's?"

"Where is the Duck?" Francis screeched, as he flicked through the cameras at a speed which was quite frankly hilarious, "Arthur I can't find the duck!"

"She's probably in the kitchen," Arthur chuckled, "And stop wasting your power, it's four am and you only have twelve percent left."

"To hell with your power, I can't find the stupid duck!"

"I'm pretty sure she's a chicken."

"To hell with your chicken!"

Another screech, "The bear's outside the door!" He put down the camera and closed the door, curling his legs up to his chest, whimpering like a dog.

"You can't waste power like that, you'll end up draining it all."

"I don't care! I'm not lifting that door until he leaves!" he groaned as he checked the camera to find him still there, "Make him leave!"

Arthur, at this point was trying to hold in his laughter, his face turning bright red with his effort.

Then the power went out, "Merde!" Francis whined, covering his eyes, "Tell me when it's over!"

Then the music started, "Arthur!"

"What?" Arthur was honestly trying to sound concerned, but it's hard when you're desperately trying to hold in your laughter.

"Just put me out of my misery!" he moaned, "Make the bear j-AAAHHHHHHHH!"

The screech from the screen was the last straw, and Francis jerked backwards, tipping over his chair and opening the flood gates for Arthur's laughter.

"Are you okay?" he asked through his laughter, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

"Va-t'en, horrible Anglais!"

"I hate you."

"Come on, it was funny."

"I can never look at an animatronic animal again."

Arthur bit his lip a little guiltily, sitting down next to where Francis was curled up on the sofa, "I'm sorry, ok?" he said, placing a hand on his thigh and rubbing his thumb gently back and forth, "But you've got to at least admit it was a little funny."

Francis just grumbled something unintelligible into the cushions.

"Francis?"

Another unintelligible mumble.

"Francis."

When no response came, Arthur just sighed, "Here, I'll make it up to you," he said, making Francis turn his head just enough to reveal one blue eye, "I'll take you out to dinner tomorrow, somewhere fancy, you can pick if you want, and we'll go for a walk in that shitty park down the road, and I'll buy you flowers, and then we can come home and cuddle and watch whatever god-awful rom-com you pick out and I'll even pretend to enjoy it, and-"

He was cut off abruptly by Francis' lips on his, falling into it quickly and tangling his fingers in Francis' hair. It was a slow kiss, lazy and open-mouthed, but without much tongue and so unlike the kisses they shared when they first started dating. These were Arthur's favourite kisses, though. They weren't there to seduce, or entice, just to convey love without the use of words, and oh, he'd be damned if he didn't feel the love in those soft, delicious lips.

When Francis pulled away Arthur was breathless, and kept his eyes closed a moment after just to savour the feeling, making Francis chuckle as he ran his hands down Arthur's arms.

"You're hopeless." He said, the goofy smile of a man stupidly in love on his face. He shook his head, laughing lightly, "Absolutely hopeless."

Then he sighed and pressed their lips together again briefly, "I love you, you ridiculous Englishman."

Arthur simply smiled and brought their mouths together again, content to just let their lips do the talking for now.

Va-t'en, horrible Anglais! - Go away, you horrid Englishman!

I'm adding the translation because I recently re-read this and realized my grammar was off, I think, so I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone while I correct it...