I am quite frankly on a roll with these.

Arthur goes out to the pub a lot without Francis, since Arthur really loves the atmosphere of a good pub, and Francis doesn't really share his views. They used to go together relatively often when they first started dating, but as time went on, Francis stopped going, not that Arthur minded, a lot less fights happened between them when they weren't cheering for opposite football teams (Which Arthur is sure happened only because Francis wanted to irritate him, there is no way that he can support every single team that has ever played Manchester United).
Francis tends to switch back to french when he's stressed or worried... or other... *ahem* times... this irritates Arthur, whose study of the language consists of the three years he was forced to take back when he was in his early teens and has mostly forgotten. Though over time he's memorized certain words, he is nowhere near good enough to pick out a whole sentence, not when Francis is speaking fast enough to give a small child a headache.

Enjoy ;)

"Arthur?" Francis gasped as he opened the front door to his and Arthur's flat.

Arthur just smiled sheepishly through his dripping nose, "I'm fine, I just-"

"Non tu n'est pas! Qu'est-ce qui t'est arrivé? Attends-ici." Francis flustered, dragging the Brit inside and depositing him on the sofa before running off to get some kitchen roll and a first-aid kit.

"I may have done several years of mandatory French, but I'm not that good." Arthur said as Francis dabbed at his nose, "You're going to have to translate that."

Francis just frowned, "Est-il trop demander que toi ne pas te blesser?"

"Are you angry?" Arthur sighed, then frowned, "No, that was a stupid question, of course you're angry." Arthur reached up to hold the wad of towels to his nose, while Francis reached inside the first aid kit without a word, "I'm sorry."

"What happened?" Francis sighed, finally looking up.

"I was at the pub, some guy was being creepy with a girl, I told him to leave her alone, he told me to mind my own business, I..." he trailed off, making Francis raise an eyebrow.

"You told him something along the lines of 'not in a million years', but with more swearing, which he took as a hit to his fragile masculinity, at which point, he punched you in the face." Francis filled in the gap expectantly.

"I gave the bastard a run for his money though!" Arthur added, "He'll have a lovely shiner by morning. Ran away with his tail between his legs."

Francis smiled slightly, replacing the saturated tissue with a fresh one, "I'm sure you did."

"I waited with the girl until she could get a taxi too."

"A real knight in shining armour."

"My nose was actually fine until I was about halfway home. It didn't start bleeding until I sneezed."

Francis hummed in acknowledgement, "You should have done what I usually do in situations like that."

"And what's that?"

"Flirt with them." Francis said, smirking right at Arthur, "Their delicate heterosexuality can't take it, they'll usually run away."

Arthur just frowned, "Not even you could flirt with that ugly fucker."

Francis chuckled, but shrugged, "To save a lovely lady? I'm sure I could manage."

"Don't you ever worry about bisexuality?" Arthur raised an eyebrow, "Y'know, from one bisexual to another."

"No, because once the lady has escaped you get to turn them down yourself." Francis' smile was entirely too self-satisfied, it made Arthur chuckle, though immediately he felt the waves of nausea approaching.

He held his head, clearly that was a mistake, "Eugh, I feel dizzy."

Francis frowned, "I'll get you some water."

Non tu n'est pas! Qu'est-ce qui t'est arrivé? Attends-ici. - No you're not! What happened to you? Wait here.

Est-il trop demander que toi ne pas te blesser? - Is it too much to ask that you don't hurt yourself?

My French is okay but I don't claim to be fluent, let me know if any of this grammar is shit.