WARNING: THIS IS FrUK! Only FrUK with minor PruCan and Spamano: D! This warning is in case you hate FrUK….oh and it also contains copious amounts of suckiness!
Arthur's POV
"Hmhmhm~." I hummed as I trimmed away another twig off the bush in front of a rather large castle. I had found it during my hike and thought it was a perfect specimen! Obviously it was abandoned...
This was my occupation. Traveling gardener...I know it sound lame, but I loved it...
Francis' POV
I watched the human with great interest. He was...adorable to say the least. Slim, blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, short figure...although I could do without those caterpillars on his face...
He was humming softly to himself as he trimmed the bushed lining the windows. I wonder what his name is...
Shuffling forward a little, a fallen twig snapped just loud enough for him to hear.
"Who's there?"
"Er...Bonjour!" I called, standing.
"Ack! Stay back! Are you some bloody pervert?" The man growled, stepping back.
"Ohonhonhon, non, I live here."
"O-Oh! S-Somebody lives here? Oh god...I could get fined for trespassing!"
The boy started throwing his tools in a backpack hastily as if I was about to call some type of police service on him.
"Oh ah, wait! Don't worry I won't hurt you~." I grinned and stepped forward to help him with his stuff.
"S-Stay back! I'm sorry, I had no idea that anybody lived here! It seemed abandoned...' He murmured.
"Non, don't be scared! Our house decorator recently moved to Lithuania to be with his boyfriend, so it would be great to have you around. You did a magnificent job,..."
"E-Er my name is Arthur Kirkland...and...would I be paid?"
I faltered. Paid? We never really needed much money...
"How about you are paid with a warm bed, three meals a day, and moi?" I blew him a kiss.
A blush crawled to his cheeks and he hit me with a shovel.
"Y-You're an idiot! Screw you!"
"Ouchie." I pouted, rubbing my head.
He growled and picked up his bag.
"I'll just take my business elsewhere…'
I sighed. Guess that was life….
"ACK!"
I looked up to see Arthur on the ground holding his wrist. It was bent weirdly and he seemed to be holding back whimpers of pain.
"What happened?" I yelped and hurried to his side.
"T-Tripped over my shovel and landed on it weird." He whispered through gritted teeth.
"Okay, um, hold still." I ordered.
"Okay." He mumbled pathetically as I took his hand gently.
"This might hurt a little." I warned and swiftly jerked his hand upward.
"OWWW OW OW OW!" He calmed down after slapping me with his free hand and glared, "What the hell was that for?"
"I had to reset the bone or else it would heal badly."
"Fuck it hurt, you frog!"
"Sorry."
Arthur sighed moodily.
"What now? My wrist is still broken, you twat!"
"….If you come inside I can get a splint and you can stay in my home for a while to heal. You can't garden like that…maybe weed a little…"
"No way I'm going into that house with a bloody pervert like you." He snapped in annoyance.
"Fine, suit yourself. The next village isn't for 3 miles though."
I got up and brushed off my black sweater before turning on my heal to leave.
"W-Wait!"
Score.
"um….okay, may I please stay with you?" He muttered awkwardly.
"Oui, but of course." I pulled him up by his good hand and kissed it gently.
"I am Francis Bonnefoy, mon cher."
A blush rose to his cheeks before he stubbornly jerked his hand away.
"You're a blood idiot that's what you- eep!"
He threw his good arm around my neck as I picked him up bridal style with a smirk.
"Let. Me. Down." He ordered.
"Hmmm…non." I winked and carried him inside.
His protests stopped the moment we stepped into the building.
"This place is filthy!"
"Oui, our maid…quit….a while ago. We don't have time to clean ourselves."
"We?"
"FRANCIS! LOVI IS BEING MEAAAAAAN!"
Antonio slid down the banister of the stairs and I nearly face palmed. His ears and tail were out…
"W-W-What the hell! H-He has ears!"
"Oh? Si~ and a tail!" he wagged it for emphasize.
"ANTONIO, GET YOUR SPANISH ASS BACK HERE!"
"Waaaaah!" Antonio ran away with a screech as an angry Italian boy ran after him.
"Lovino, what is going on?" I asked quietly.
"The bastard tried to bite me! I told him I wanted it to be romantic!"
"But you looked so sexyyyy." Antonio pouted.
"SHUTUP!"
Then they were off again.
"Um….sorry about-"
"H-hey Francis?"
I turned with Arthur still in my arms toward Mathew who had just appeared, he looked kinda disheveled.
"What happened, Mathieu?"
"Well, Gilbert was really thirsty so he tried to pin me to the bed and get something to drink from me but I stopped him by shoving him off but then he fell on the ground and broke off one of his horns and now he is kinda mad at me and I don't know what to do." He rambled.
"Idiot." I growled angrily, "Just let him cool off…and get some glue for his horn or something."
"Oh um, okay!" Mathieu grinned.
"Who was that?"
"My son, and Gilbert is a friend of mine."
"Why did he want a 'drink' from that boy? What are you guys?"
"Um…well Antonio is a werewolf, Lovino is his mate, Gilbert is a demon, Mathew is human, and I'm….a vampire."
He stared at me for a while before a small laugh came from his beautiful lips.
"A-Are you joking? You guys are crazy! I'm getting the police- Ow!"
I furrowed my eyebrows worriedly and lifted his wrist. It was starting to bruise.
"You can get the police after I fix your wrist, cher." I whispered and kissed his cheek warmly.
"W-W-Wha-"He touched his cheek with a look of utter embarrassment.
I carried him into the kitchen and set him down on the counter. He watched warily as I grabbed some gauze and splint pieces from the medical drawer.
"Hold still."
Arthur allowed me hold the wood in place and wrap the gauze around it with only a few whimpers of pain.
"There you go~! Now you should stay here for a while to let it-"
"Prove it."
"Hm?"
"P-Prove that you are a vampire…" He blushed.
"Ah…you wanna see my fangs?"
"No! They could be fake!"
"I could do something that would kill a normal person?"
"…Couldn't…you b-bite someone?'
"Um…Mathieu wouldn't be comfortable with it…Antonio would literally kill me if I bit Lovino…lastly, werewolf and demon blood is gross. Are you offering?" I whispered softly.
Arthur cleared his throat and took a rag from the table.
"Make a sling." He ordered.
I chuckled and reached around him to move the sling up and around his shoulder. He stiffened and coughed awkwardly when got a bit too close to his neck.
"I still don't believe you but…um…if you are completely sure you are a vampire than you can TRY and get me to believe it."
"You'll regret it, Arthur."
"W-Why?"
"It's…pleasurable and since I AM bi-sexual….it could turn out very bad for you."
He didn't speak but his face was practically boiling from how much he was blushing.
"Well since you AREN'T a vampire than I will just assume you are a pedophile…I'm leaving."
He moved to get around me but I grabbed his hips.
"Stop, I'm getting kind of tired of this denying my race…."
Arthur gulped and looked away from my burning gaze.
"Look at me, Arthur."
"T-This is creepy l-let go!" He shouted and smacked my arm to get away.
I growled softly and grabbed his wrist easily…and then I leaned in.
Arthur's POV
My breath hitched as his lips touched my neck in a kiss.
"Stop, w-what are you d-"
"If you are denying so much than I guess you have nothing to worry about."
I shakily moaned as his tongue licked and cleaned the area for his 'bite'. I was admittedly a bit scared b-but vampire's don't exist so- ooooh
Crap was that moan out loud?
Francis chuckled gently and opened his mouth to-
THWACK!
Francis jumped about ten feet and turned. Antonio had lovino pinned to the kitchen floor with a shocked expression.
"Er….Hola~!" He grinned sheepishly.
"I'll show you to your room." Francis mumbled in annoyance.
He backed off and I quickly wiped off his saliva before following him.
God this took forever. This was kinda rushed so it sucks D: Sorry. Another reason why it might suck is because I hate this pairing…but my sister loves it so e-e…