Francis sighed to himself when he woke up at four the next morning. He hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, his mind wandering to the quick kiss between himself and Arthur. 'Enough! Stop it! You're his teacher! He is a student! This isn't right.' Francis thought to himself as he walked out of his bedroom in just his pajama pants.
He quietly made his way to the kitchen, a quick glance to the couch to make sure that Arthur was still asleep. The teen wasn't moving so Francis thought that Arthur was still sleeping. Francis reached into the fridge and retrieved a bottle of water.
Arthur slowly sat up and took in his surroundings. His uniform was wrinkled and he was laying on a couch. 'This... is not my house. Where the bloody hell am I?!' He turned sharply as a small beam of light came from the kitchen then disappeared.
The blonde stood up, rather shakily, and slowly and as quietly as he could he made his way into the kitchen until he was just a few feet away from a taller person that he quickly recognized as Francis.
Arthur blushed slightly as he realized that his French teacher wasn't wearing a shirt. "Uh? Francis?" He called out timidly, a blush painted across his face.
Francis jumped slightly at the voice and spilled a fourth of the bottle onto his chest and the floor. "Merde(shit)!" He whisper-yelled. Arthur winced at the scowl on the Franchman's face. Francis sighed looked towards Arthur.
"Oui? What's wrong Arthur?" Francis willed his blush away. 'Don't you dare think of that kiss!' He thought with a scowl to himself as he wiped up the spilled water.
Arthur winced and looked away as he thought that the scowl was for him. "I uh woke up?"
Francis blinked repeatedly. "Well that's obvious cher(dear)." Arthur flushed at the term of endearment. Francis looked away and resisted the urge to facepalm repeatedly. "Arthur I think we should talk."
Arthur groaned. "About what?" 'Please don't let it be about that kiss and eyes comment!'
Francis sat down at the table and gestured for Arthur to sit in the chair next to him. "Well for starters you were drunk. I had to call Ian and lie for you."
Arthur stared in amazement at the Frenchman. "You lied for me?" He mumbled more to himself than Francis. Not very many people had done that for him.
The Frenchman nodded. "I told him that you needed some more help on a homework assignment and that you were probably going to stay over because Matthieu wanted to play. Granted you were asleep so the poor child was sad about it."
The Brit blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "Well thank you..." He trailed off in embarrassment. Francis shook his head. "I don't understand why you were drunk. Would you like to explain that? In better detail than yesterday please."
Arthur groaned softly. "Yao was depressed because of Linh so he got drunk. I found him. I took a few sips because he's very annoying to deal with when he's drunk and you've got no alcohol in your system honestly. So I walked here after Ivan took him home. And now I'm still here."
Francis nodded in slight amusement at Arthur's logic before frowning. "Are you normally such a flirt when drunk?" Arthur flushed a bright red. "Wha?! No!"
He thought about when he was staring at Francis' eyes and thinking they were the loveliest shade of blue ever. And his sloppy kiss to the older man. 'He didn't respond because he likes me! He responded because it was a natural reaction! That's right.' Arthur sighed softly and looked down at the floor.
Francis leaned closer to the embarrassed teen. "Is there any particular reason as to why you kissed moi then?" 'Why am I torturing him like this?! The poor boy was drunk! But he said he's not normally such a flirt.'
Arthur blushed and stared at the wall behind Francis. He quickly shifted his gaze back to the floor. "I like you, bloody frog." The Brit mumbled. He could feel his ears heating up. Francis felt his face heat up slightly as well and attempted to will it away.
"I'm your teacher." He said softly to the embarrassed teen. Arthur scowled at Francis. "I know that you wanker!" He stared at the floor again.
Francis rolled his eyes and replied monotonously, "I could do without all of the insults cher."
Arthur blushed and continued to refuse looking at Francis. Francis smiled softly at Arthur and gently forced Arthur to look at him, both blushing at the nearly gone space between them. Francis sighed and pressed his forehead against Arthur's own.
"I'm sorry cher." Francis mumbled. Arthur blinked in confusion but didn't move. "For what?" He whispered back. Francis wasn't the one that kissed him. If anything Arthur should've been the one apologizing. Francis sighed. "Kissing you back while you were drunk. It was taking advantage of you. In a sort."
The British teen rolled his eyes. "I wanted you to though Frog!" He clapped a hand over his mouth and jerked back from Francis. Francis raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Arthur nodded slowly. "I... like you. A lot." Arthur stared into Francis' eyes and leaned forward. Francis closed his eyes and forced himself to stand up. "You need to go back to sleep. Would you like some different clothes to sleep in? I can iron your uniform in the morning?"
Arthur pulled away like he'd been slapped and watched as Francis began to leave the kitchen. "Sure... Uh merci?" Francis nodded and went to his room to retrieve some pajama pants and a t-shirt. Dark blue pants and a t-shirt with the French flag on it. Arthur scowled but accepted the clothing.
A/N: This is more like filler than anything x3 Also which would you guys rather? Francis and Arthur deciding 'Screw it I'll attempt dating you even though it's illegal! But screw the rules!' or 'Noooo! I can't! You're my exes little brother! I'm seven years older than you! I have a son! I shouldn't have kiss you back! Nooo!' You guys choose? Cause I have plot bunnies for either one.