Arthur sighed as he pulled on his jacket, grumbling to himself. Once again he had had to endure being sat next to Francis in the meeting, which was not exactly to his taste – or in his mind, to anyone's taste. The Frenchman hadn't exactly been accommodating or polite, making references to the past in an embarrassing manner. The same as ever!
Honestly, he hadn't really grown up much! It had been the same when they were kids, although Francis had been exactly as odd. He had always mocked him, but his hair had actually suited him back then rather than looking like an overgrown mane.
What did Francis get out of teasing him? He didn't really know, but he did know that it annoyed him.
…
Francis grinned as he spotted the Brit muttering under his breath. He always had such an adorable face when he was annoyed, all red and cross without much reason behind his arguments. It was the same when they were kids; then Arthur would even get teary and cry. Francis could remember this with a smile, while Arthur hated to be reminded of it. It was cute the way he would go red with the merest hint of scandal. First his cheeks, then the blush would spread to his ears. If he didn't want to be teased he should learn not to blush so adorably.
He really hadn't changed one bit, not at all! How much cuter could he get? Sneaking up behind him he suddenly hugged the Brit, who let out a shriek of mixed surprise and dismay.
"We both remember, mon lapin, and I for one will never forget."
Especially such precious memories.