"Arthur!"
The green eyed man turned to see a grinning Francis standing in front of him with a glint in his eye.
"Yes?" His heart was doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did around Francis. His cheeks were turning ever so slightly pink, which made Francis' grin stretch wider than it had done.
"Do you like insects?" the French man asked. Francis looked really evil, right then, but Arthur nodded anyway. He did like caterpillars for instance. Francis leaned closer, taking happy note of Arthur's red cheeks as he did so. Arthur felt himself go ever so slightly dizzy from the proximity. Francis was way too close now…
A light sensation on his cheek caused him to open his eyes out of pure shock, to see Francis fluttering his eyelashes against his cheek. He went redder than ever, as Francis stepped back out of hitting range.
"That, mon ami, is a butterfly kiss…" Arthur froze. Did that mean…
It had to mean…
That technically Francis had just kissed him. He felt tears start in the corners of his eyes, before slapping Francis across the face.
"If you were going to kiss me you could have at least made it a proper kiss!" he yelled as he ran away. Francis lifted a hand to his cheek, staring after the other with a grin on his face.
Oh, he would, next time. Especially if Arthur reacted in the same way.
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