Arthur sighed as he took his time to first period. He remembered that Monsieur Bonnefoy had said that he arrived to school early because of his son and so the teen had planned on coming to school early in order to inform the Frenchman that there was no need for him to come over and tutor him today. Or ever in fact.
The British boy knocked on the closed door twice and waited for a few seconds before hearing the French accented voice of the teacher say, "Come in, door is unlocked."
Arthur reached up to pat down some of his unruly hair in an attempt to flatten down some of the dirty blonde hair before entering the room. His dirty blonde hair didn't stay down for long.
Francis looked up as Arthur entered the, for the most part, empty classroom and arched an eyebrow. "Oui?" Francis placed a bookmark into his book as Arthur walked to sit opposite of Francis. He sat where Ian had sat yesterday when he had come to visit the French teacher.
"What can I help you with Arthur? You are aware that I'm going to tutor you now after school a few times a week right?" Francis asked confusedly.
Arthur nodded and flushed slightly. "I do..."
Francis blinked confusedly. If the boy knew, why was he here almost fifteen minutes early? But if Arthur was here for some more tutoring then Francis would help him. Francis would never turn a student away if they needed help.
The dirty blonde boy glared at the desk top slightly. "But you see, here's the thing, I don't really think that's truly necessary is all. Honest!" He said at the look Francis gave him. "I don't really need the extra tutoring. You can just ignore my brother! He doesn't really care anyway." Arthur crossed his arms and stared down at the floor.
Francis pursed his lips as he thought. Sure Ian was kind of snobby about Arthur but that was his younger brother. And if Ian hadn't cared about Arthur he wouldn't have asked, practically pleaded, with Francis to give the boy extra French lessons.
In the end Francis shook his head and slowly replied, "I'm sorry Arthur but I'm afraid that you're going to be needing this tutoring. Until you are passing my class, I'm going to tutor you on Tuesday and Thursday."
Arthur scowled and turned away from the teacher and scowled. Francis stood up and walked over to the desk. "Did you do your homework last night?" He asked softly.
"Of course! I always do it!" Arthur said indignantly. Francis chuckled softly. "Oui, but it isn't always correct now is it?"
The teenager blushed bright red, whether in embarrassment or annoyance, Francis couldn't tell. "Well not always..." Arthur mumbled out, still refusing to look at the taller man.
"Well school hasn't started, so right now I'm not exactly your teacher and don't need to grade your homework, so I can help you with what you have?" Francis offered with a small smile.
Arthur sighed but took out his notebook dedicated to this class. He pulled out the folded up homework sheet and flattened it out. Francis looked at the sheet and circled eight out of the ten sentences Arthur was supposed to translate.
"Wha?! How is that wrong?!" Arthur yelled out. Francis winced slightly as the teenager yelled in his ear but began to explain.
'This is going to be a long day.' Both thought.
~Time Skip To Much Later That Day(aka to more FrUK)~
Francis listened as Matthew told about his day in great detail. He was excited to meet his new friends that Francis had told him about last night, his excitement contagious.
"So we're going to go meet new friends today, right Papa?" His son asked shyly from the backseat. Francis nodded. "Oui. I think you'll like them." Matthew giggled and played with his plush polar bear, Kumajiro. Francis chuckled softly and continued driving to Ian and Arthur's house.
The French man parked and Matthew quickly undid the seat belt keeping him in the car and got out of the car, excited to meet his new friends. "Come on Papa! Hurry hurry! Dépêchez(hurry) Papa!" In his hurry the four year old slipped into speaking rapid French.
Francis chuckled and chased after Matthew as the child ran up to the front door, Kumajiro being dragged across the grass. "I am Matthieu ! Wait up for moi!"
"Dépêchez(hurry) Papa!" Matthew giggled, his back to the door. Francis scooped the child into his arms and knocked on the door. Matthew held Kumajiro tightly and leaned closer against Francis.
The door swung open and Matthew squeaked in surprise at the tall man. "Francis!"
"Bonjour Ian~. This mon son, Matthew." Francis introduced. Ian grinned down at the child. "Hello Matthew. I'm Ian." The red head stuck out his right hand to the child. Matthew looked at it, then to his papa. Francis nodded and Matthew slowly shook Ian's much larger hand.
"Bonjour." The small child softly said, his earlier excitement being taken over by his normal shyness. Francis chuckled and Ian invited them into the small house.
Even though Francis hadn't been to this house in a very long time, he could see that much of it had changed. It wasn't as neat and cleaned up as it had been when he was in high school. It was still clean, but the furniture had been replaced with much cheaper looking furniture and there were a few coffee cups on the table in the kitchen and the carpet in the living room had what looked like a pizza stain.
Ian's mother, Eileen*, had always kept the house clean and well looked after, and thought the house wasn't exactly a total mess, it still wasn't as clean as she had loved for it to be.
"Well Arthur is supposed to be home in about half an hour so until then we can do whatever you two wanna do." Ian stated as he led Francis and Matthew to the living room.
Matthew wiggled his way out of Francis' arms and stood near his papa's legs. "Can we watch a movie?" He asked quietly. Ian nodded and had Matthew follow him to the shelf where the movies were kept. "We've got The Lion King. Or maybe Beauty and the Beast?" Ian pointed to the Disney movies. Matthew's eyes widened and he pointed to Beauty and the Beast. "That one is my Papa's favorite! Isn't it Papa?"
Francis nodded and sat down on the couch. "Oui."
Ian smirked at the French man. "I remember. So you wanna watch it kiddo?" Matthew nodded and ran back to Francis. Ian chuckled and popped the movie into the Blue-Ray player. The three watched the movie for about thirty-five minutes until the door opened and Arthur called out a tired, "I'm home."
Francis took that as time to work and he slowly shifted Matthew out of his lap and onto the couch. The child didn't even notice, he was so fascinated with the movie.
Arthur was sitting at the kitchen table with his notebook open in front of him. "I guess I'm ready. What do we do Monsieur Bonnefoy?" Francis waved his hand.
"We're not in school Arthur, go on ahead and call me Francis. We're going to work on your French grammar. It seems like you're having more trouble on that more than anything." Francis sat in the chair next to Arthur and the two began to work. After an hour Arthur's homework was nearly complete and Francis could see slight improvement.
"This is so stupid!" Arthur mumbled as he fixed another poorly translated sentence. "I hate this language!" Francis chuckled and looked at the teen. And he was completely stupefied with how adorable Arthur looked.
The British boy had been messing up his hair whenever he became too confused and he was blushing slightly and sure he was scowling but he nearly always was and Francis for some reason thought he looked absolutely adorable.
A/N: yeah I had this written down on paper and just did not want to type it. I've had it in my notebook for about a week now... Sorry it took so long x3 I also have a few bits and pieces for the next few chapters written so I have got to type those as well. But here's this. Not much FrUK... More in the next few chapters. I think three or so and they'll be kissing x3