Yay! Chapter three X) Thanks to Yamisgirl72 and cheshire13 for the reviews X3 and thanks to everyone who favorited this story.

Enjoy the next chapter! (this one is focused more on FrUk)

Arthur was sitting at the dining room table again, finishing his tea. Francis was seeing the German brothers off after getting Alfred up to the spare room across from Mattie's. This wasn't the first time Alfred had fallen asleep at his friend's house.

Francis walked back into the room, "Will you be staying the night, mon Angleterre?"

"Don't call me that," Arthur stated. He normally said no, not wanting to sleep under the same roof as Francis in case the other blonde tried something. "And sure. I'm off tomorrow anyway."

Francis blinked at him in surprise. He smiled gently, "Alright. You can use my room."

"Huh?"

"Not in that way," Francis told him quickly, taking the empty teacup to the sink to wash. "I have work to finish, so I can sleep in the den for a night."

"Are you. . . sure?" Arthur asked, not entirely sure if he believed him or not.

"Oui," Francis replied. "If you were to sleep in the den, I would accidentally wake you when I went upstairs." He turned to him, "Alright?"

Arthur blinked at him, but nodded, "Alright."

He followed Francis up the stairs to his room, the first door on the left. Francis pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. "They may be a bit big. . ."

"It's fine," Arthur said, looking around the room. Francis was the obvious owner, as it was decorated with obvious taste. Roses were in a vase near the window, and the wind blew the fragrance through the room. It was. . . soothing.

"Angleterre?" Francis's voice brought Arthur back to reality. He had closed his eyes and was leaning against the wall.

"Thanks," he muttered, taking the clothes.

Francis smiled at him, "I will be downstairs if you need anything." He lifted Arthur's hand to his lips, "Fais de beaux rêves, mon amour." He smiled at him before moving around him and leaving the room.

Arthur stood frozen to the spot for quite a few minutes. He shook his head quickly and moved to the connected bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror, seeing the deep blush on his cheeks. He sighed to himself and changed.

He set his uniform on a chair in the corner of the room. The armchair was meant for reading in since a bookshelf was next to it and a lamp over it. Arthur shook his head as he turned the light off and crawled into the king sized bed. The deep blue silk sheet felt amazing against his skin, and he relaxed into the softness that was Francis's bed.

As he closed his eyes and curled up to sleep, he caught something other than the rose scent that filled the room. It was warm, comforting. Arthur realized that it was Francis's scent. He caught it all the time when the Frenchman hugged him.

He sighed to himself again as his eyes slipped closed to sleep. "What are you hiding, Frog?"

/ *_* /

Arthur was up early the next morning. He checked on both the boys before going downstairs. Alfred was sprawled across the bed, loosely holding a pillow against his chest and softly snoring. Arthur smirked and shook his head at his son. Matthew was lying on his side, curled around his polar bear and tucked under his red sheets. He was so cute.

He looked in the den as he passed it on the way to the kitchen and paused mid-step. The den was empty. No sign of anyone sleeping in there at all. He moved down the hall to the kitchen. Nope, Francis wasn't there either.

"That's odd," Arthur muttered to himself. Francis was always awake first and making them breakfast. The French man always went overboard when Arthur was over for breakfast.

The cop moved to Francis's office and looked in. He found the taller blonde asleep over his desk. A very confused Arthur walked into the room and across to him. There were a bunch of papers under Francis's head, but Arthur couldn't read what any of them were about.

Arthur shook Francis's shoulder, "Francis? Wake up, Frog."

Francis shifted a little and muttered something uncatchable.

"Francis!" Arthur said a little louder.

Francis's blue eyes slowly blinked open. He sat up stiffly, rubbing the back of his neck. It took him a moment to notice Arthur. "Oh, bonjour, mon cher. What are you doing up so early?"

"It's almost eight," Arthur told him.

Francis blinked at him, still half asleep. He smiled a little, "It would seem that I have overslept then, non?"

Arthur frowned in return. "Is everything alright?"

Francis chuckled, "But of course. Why would they be?" He stood from his desk after putting a file full of papers into a drawer. "Come. I will start breakfast."

Francis took Arthur's hand and pulled him out of the office. He sat him at the table and moved around the kitchen to start breakfast.

Before Arthur could press, Matthew appeared in the kitchen doorway, tiredly rubbing an eye with the back of a hand and holding his polar bear in the other arm. "Bonjour papa, Arthur."

"Bonjour, Matthieu," Francis greeted.

"Morning," Arthur said, glaring at Francis's back. Matthew blinked in confusion at him.

"Matthieu," Francis said, walking over to his son. "Could you take over breakfast for a few minutes?"

"Bon, papa," Matthew said, nodding his head. He was too tired to realize his father was still in his shirt and slacks from yesterday. He set his polar bear on the table and took over the cooking as Francis went upstairs to shower and change.

Arthur tapped his fingers against the table in annoyance. It gained him a confused look from Matthew as the boy set the now made pancakes and bacon on the table.

"You don't really need him, do you?" he asked.

"Quoi?"

Short chapter is short XD well, it's progress. I'll probably only add a few more chapters to this story, so progress is progress.

Fais de beaux rêves, mon amour – Sweet dreams, my love

bonjour, mon cher – good morning, my dear

Non - No

Bon - Alright

Quoi? – What?