The next two weeks went by much like day that Chelle first began to follow Arthur around. It took him three days after the first to realize that she was indeed following him. He was at first annoyed but that slowly grew into suspicion of why she was following him.
It was a Saturday night and Arthur was currently sitting, more like cuddling though he wouldn't admit it, with Francis as Matthew payed them no attention. Arthur pursed his lips as he thought about how Chelle had followed him around the previous day. It was getting so bad that he was beginning to worry about going to visit Francis during their lunch break and was spending more time in the library as Chelle hid behind a bookshelf.
He of course still sat with Lukas and Vladimir and had told them about how the girl was following him around. Lukas had scoffed and just said that maybe she had a crush on him. Vladimir had nearly fallen off his seat and spilled soup on himself at the annoyed look on Arthur's face.
Francis glanced down worriedly as he felt Arthur tense in his arms. The Frenchman shivered slightly at the glare that Arthur was shooting at the wall and felt a rush of pity for the wall and the person who had ticked off the teenager. He slowly nudged Arthur in the side and when the dirty blonde looked up at him Francis motioned to the kitchen before slowly detangling himself from Arthur.
Arthur waited a few seconds and casting a quick glance to make sure that Matthew was still occupied before following the Frenchman to the kitchen. "So cher," Francis said, leaning against the counter across from the table where Arthur was now sitting, "what has got you so upset?"
The British teen pursed his lips and crossed his arms as he thought about Chelle. "Chelle has been stalking me for the past two weeks."
Francis raised an eyebrow and tried not to grin. "Chelle? Stalking? Are you sure?"
Arthur nodded, shoulders tense. "She also keeps writing things down into a notebook and honestly she's really starting to freak me out."
Francis nodded and stroked his chin in thought, still trying not to smile at his tense boyfriend. "Maybe she just has a crush on you?" Francis offered. Arthur shot him a slightly annoyed look, a light pink blush dusting across his cheeks. Francis couldn't hold in his laughter anymore and burst into loud guffaws.
Arthur rolled his eyes and scowled slightly, cheeks growing more red coloured. "I highly doubt that's what it is, Frog." Francis chuckled, "Oh back to name calling are we?" He teased. Arthur sighed and buried his face into the palms of his hand. "This is not a joking matter. What if she's finding out about, you know, us?"
Francis stopped laughing and became slightly more somber. "I doubt that's it, cher, but I'll keep a more watchful eye on her." Now that the Frenchman actually stopped and thought about it he could remember Chelle sneaking long and thoughtful looks to the Brit and usually writing things down. He hadn't thought much of it but she kept walking into his classroom too and it had gotten so bad that Arthur had taken to hiding away in other places. Chelle had stopped visiting him during lunch as soon as Arthur was no longer there.
The messy haired teen forced a small smile and visibly relaxed slightly. "Thank you." Francis waved away his thanks and sat down on a chair that he pulled to be sitting across from Arthur. The couple gazed into each other's eyes and Arthur leaned forward slightly, almost un-noticeably.
"You have some of the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen," Francis murmered softly, not really knowing that he had said them. Arthur rolled his eyes but grinned back warmly before pressing a soft, tender kiss onto Francis's lips. The Frenchman's eyes fluttered shut as he pressed back more firmly, slowly placing a hand onto the back of Arthur's head in an attempt to pull him closer.
Neither heard Matthew giggle to himself and quietly make his way towards them. So when they finally pulled apart, Francis's eyes slightly glazed over and Arthur with a dopey grin, they jumped and Francis squealed quite loudly.
This just caused Matthew to burst into loud giggles. "Boo! I scared you Papa! And Arthur!" Arthur placed a hand over his now racing heart and leaned back in the chair. "Oh yeah Mattie. You scared us real good, you lil' buggar!" Arthur grinned, picking the now squealing child up.
Arthur began to tickle Matthew and the blonde child began to squirm and squeal louder. "Ah! Papa! Help me!" Francis just chuckled and watched in amusement as Arthur continued to tickle attack his son. "Non, I don't think I will. Oh no Arthur! I think he's beginning to squirm away!"
"Then don't just sit there! Help me!" Matthew squealed and giggled louder and 'escaped' from Arthur's hold. Arthur and Francis gave the four year old a ten second head-start before chasing after him. Arthur and Francis cornered Matthew in the middle of the living room and Arthur dove and caught the small child and quickly began to re-administer another tickle attack. Francis quickly began to tickle Matthew's kicking feet, this causing for the child to let out more laughs and screams and begs for them to stop.
The blonde men looked at each other and both stopped simultaneously. Matthew giggled and gasped for breath. "Hm... You know Mattie, I think we should gang up on your papa now."
Francis stopped chuckling and stared at Arthur in shock. "Wait what now?"
Arthur gave Francis an innocent smile as Matthew cheered. "Ready? Get him!" Matthew jumped and held onto Francis's legs so his papa couldn't get away and Arthur slid onto the Frenchman's lap and pushed him to the floor. The teenager and child quickly began to tickle Francis and the Frenchman would never admit that he screamed and begged for mercy from his boyfriend and son.
A/N: wow this was written a lot quicker than usual and I am ecstatic! Hopefully this was okay. I wanted a bit more fluff right now. Thanks for all the favs/reviews/follows guys! I'll bring Alfred back in a few chappies also!