Francis pushed Matthew's long blonde hair, much like his own, off of the sleeping child's forehead. He chuckled softly to himself as he thought back to the conversation his son had told him on their way back home.

They had been in the car, Matthew buckled up in the back safely. "Papa?" Matthew asked in his soft voice. "Oui cher?"

"I had a talk with Arthur." The small child said seriously. Francis quirked an eyebrow. "About what cher?" "If he hurts your feelings. I told him I wasn't going to be happy and I'd make him cry." Francis bit his lip in an attempt to not laugh. "But Papa..." "Oui?" "You can't make Arthur upset either, okay? You have to love him too. Like you did for Mama. And how you do for me. Okay?"

Francis frowned sightly as he watched his son yawn in the rear view mirror. "I'm not going to hurt Arthur, Matthieu." He didn't really know what else to say. But the small child grinned widely and gave a nod of approval. "We should all go to the park again soon! Mr. Ian can come! We can all get icecream!" Matthew yawned widely and smiled to himself.

Francis chuckled. "We'll see. We're home."

~End of the Fluffiness~
Arthur quickly made his way to the loud Romanian who was still poking and annoying Lukas. "Any new information yet Vlad?" He asked, ignoring the glare the Norwegian shot to him.

Vladimir shook his head and scowled. "Come on Lukas! Tell already!" Lukas twitched. "Ask Arthur about his new friend from yesterday Vlad. Remember? He wasn't here. Interrogate him." The Romanian turned to the Brit.

"Are you replacing us?! Who's your new friend?" He began to poke Arthur on the cheek.

Arthur flushed slightly. "No one! Buggar off!" "Tell me~" Vladimir sang out. "No one!"

Neither noticed the silent Norwegian send a small wave to the Danish boy who had carried him away in the cafeteria. The Dane grinned and quickly made his way into the building, somehow being able to leave Emil, Berwald, and Tino behind. Lukas quietly, but quickly, threw his books and pens back into his back pack and made his way into the building.

Francis was humming to himself as he made his way onto campus and looking through his phone at the schedule for his classes. He looked up at the loud, and slightly obnoxious, yelling and laughing he heard. He watched as Arthur tried to shove the ash blonde boy off of him. "Come on! Get off Vlad!" Arthur shouted, blush painting across his cheeks. Francis grinned softly and shook his head.

"Nu(no)! Not until you tell us who you've been ditching us for!" Vlad yelled loudly, nearly knocking the two onto the grass. Francis frowned. Were they talking about him? "There isn't anything to tell!" Arthur finally succeeded in shoving the Romanian off.

Vladimir huffed and crossed his arms as he sat on the grass. He caught sight of the French teacher and nodded towards him. "Hei(hey), there's your French teacher. Hope he doesn't think we were fighting. I cannot afford to get in trouble!"

"Huh?" Arthur looked over at the French man in question. "Oh. Heh nah. I probably need to go and get some extra tutoring?" His statement came out more questioning. "I'll see you at lunch." Arthur said with a wave. Vladimir rolled his eyes. "Can you believe that Lukas? Lukas? Hei! Where'd you go!?" He huffed as he noticed he was now alone. "You guys suck. And not in a good way!"

Francis quickly made his way to his class as he noticed that now both boys were looking at him and talking. He shook his head with a chuckle as he thought back to what he'd just witnessed. He pretended to not hear the footsteps behind him as he unlocked the classroom door.

Arthur ran a hand through his ever messy hair as he followed the French teacher from a couple yards. He stopped himself from following anymore as he saw the Spanish teacher enter the class behind Francis. "Oh Dios! Francis! Mi amigo! I need your help!" He heard the Spanish man yell out loudly before slamming the door shut. Arthur rolled his eyes and leaned the left side of his body against the wall, not hearing Chelle make her way beside him.

"Wow, Mister Antonio seems freaked out. Any ideas as to what could be wrong?" She asked in a whisper.

Arthur jumped. "Dear God, Chelle!" She grinned and smothered a giggle. "Hm?" She looked behind her as she saw Gilbert come up behind them. "Heh Antonio's anniversary is tonight and he's not sure what sort of romantic thing to do." The Prussian teacher rolled his eyes and walked into the class.

Arthur shook his head as Chelle giggled louder. "Hope they finish soon." Arthur mumbled. "You're excited for class?!" Chelle asked, shocked. Arthur rolled his eyes. "No! I just... want to go home...?"

A/N: Alright! Another filler chappie~ sorry hehe... Only a few more filler-building relationship stuff and then everything I originally planned will come flowing out really quickly~ I hope... But first semester of school is almost over! Wooo~ (I also have an idea for a DenmarkNorway ficlet. I'm mega super duper excited for Disney's Frozen which is based on Hans Christian Andersen's The Snow Queen, which is my favorite, and the movie takes place in Norway so of course my fangirl brain goes "I'm going to make a fic! And no one can stop me!)