Not really much to say here, just enjoy the chapter. ^^

Stylish, diva, drama queen- Gold- Fae

Somewhat perverted- Rose Pink- Fabrice (Because the name means works with his hands)

Hopeless Romantic- Blue- Fleur

Culinary Genius- Orange- Farran (Cause the name means Baker)

Smart, Clever, Witty- Purple- Fahim

Nation/Personification Duties- White- Finley

Caring and sympathetic- Silver- Faust

Cheerful and happy- Yellow- Felicienne (Great Happiness)

Sad or Depressed, just hides it very well- Gray- Farand

Mature and logical- Brown- Fermont

Anger- Red- Falkner

Arrogant and Egotistical- Extremely bright yellow- Fayme

Gardener, caretaker, all around organization- Green- Fabien

-I'm a plain line breaker ignore me and keep reading-

Chapter Two: A Pervert Approaches

Arthur wasn't sure how long he sat there with his head hanging in his hands as he tried to figure out what to do. How could Francis be so complicated? How could he have thirteen of him that was just outrageous. And even worse now he was stuck with them. There was no way that he could just put them back together, the spell specifically stated that once one performs this spell there will be no fixing it for three days and to be damn sure that one wanted to do this. He let out a groan as he just sat there a little while longer before he finally decided that there was only thing he could do. He had to go on a scavenger hunt for the other Francis's. So with his resolve regained and a new determination about him.

Arthur stepped back in and searched the kitchen to see if anyone of them might have been cooking up something delicious for dinner, but he didn't see anyone so he supposed he could try back later and gave a yawn as he stretched. Thirteen Francis's? How the hell was he supposed to deal with that? Of all things?

He reached the hallway to that lead down to the library and he thought about peeking in there just out curiosity, but the very last thing Francis struck him as was the scholarly type who took joy in reading for fun so he just ignored it and pressed on. It was while he was heading down the hall on the third floor to check and see if anyone might be in the study when his arm was grabbed and he was suddenly spun around and pinned to the wall and he came to face to smirking face with a Francis wearing a pink dress shirt. He gulped slightly as he saw the glint in his eyes and he felt his heart pick up suddenly.

"Good afternoon mon cheire~ ready for some afternoon delight?"

"Get off of me you bastard!" Arthur shouted as he struggled against the grip. When did Francis get so strong? Or how had he always had this much strength?

"But Cher...it's been nearly fifty years since we last so much as even remotely touched one another...and you were so drunk you probably don't even remember how good you claimed to feel afterwards." He murmured as he leaned stole a kiss from his lips. "Come on. One round and I'll let you be cher."

"So who are you then?"

"Por quoi?" He hummed out as he slowly brushed up along his cheek and started to press a little harder against him.

"Y-your name...what part of Francis you represent? Would you stop that? Bastard!" Arthur snapped weakly as he struggled again, despite the relaxed breath that slipped out. Instantly he regretted it though as he saw the smirk that returned to the other's face.

"My name is Fabrice. I represent his loving side...obviously."

"Nice try. I've already met Fleur you perverted frog..." Arthur said and with one final struggle he managed to finally pull one hand free from the grasp it was pinned under, but just as he did so another sigh left his lips as he felt a trail of light kisses leave tingles in its wake along the sweet spot of his neck.

"Found it..." Fabrice said as he slowly pulled the other backup as he trailed a slightly rougher set of kisses along the same spot and he chuckled as Arthur went a little lax.

Just as he was about ready to do it again though Arthur startled as he heard a loud thud like sound and blinked as Fabrice's own body dropped to the floor and he was snapped out of it...for the most part as he gave the unconscious pervert a jab to the shoulder with his toe.

"Don't worry he's out cold, I'm sorry for him. Really I am. Even more annoying I was the one that got elected to play baby sitter for the pervy side of Francis first."

Arthur stared on in confusion as another Francis wearing a violet dress shirt bent to retrieve the book that had been used as ammo to knock out Fabrice and just looked on. It wasn't until a hand was waving in front of his face that he finally came back to reality.

"So then...what do you represent? Strength?"

The purple shirted Francis scoffed. "As if. No, I'm Fahim. I'm his smart and knowledgeable side. If there's something worth reading chances are I'll take it. Honestly, I haven't had the time to sit down with a good book."

Arthur gave Fahim a dumbfounded look as he slowly pulled himself away from the wall though he was sure to tip toe around the unconscious perverted frog.

"Don't worry about him, I hit him right at the base of the neck, the base of the nervous system, so he'll be out for at least an hour, then I'll just whack him again. He's so much easier to baby sit like this." He said as he retrieved the book he had used for a weapon.

Arthur still just stared at Fahim in confusion before he finally managed to get out a question? "How is he this smart...the moron has never touched a book that I've seen, he doesn't read..."

Fahim paused in his reading, his nose already stuffed back in his book and his eyes narrowed at Arthur. "You really think he's that stupid?" He said in a cold and calculated tone. "Just because you've never seen him read that means that he never has? That would be like him saying you never play with yourself on a lonely night just because he hasn't seen it!" With a huff he grabbed Fabrice's ankle and started back down the hall to head downstairs back to his library with a blushing Francis left in the hall.

"Wait! Um...Fleur wanted us all to meet in the living room so that we could make proper introductions...and I'm sorry about what I said...he just...acts so ignorant all the time."

"You only see what you want to see. Did you ever maybe think that there might indeed be more to him than what you see? He acts ignorant sometimes because it's easier than facing himself in the mirror with depression every morning. He act childish to try and cheer you up, Arthur. Why don't you sit in a corner and think about that for a little while." Fahim said bitterly before he disappeared down the stairs.

Arthur blinked lightly as he heard what he said before he finally just sat down for a moment to process everything that had been said. Part of him was a little pissed off that Francis thought that he needed to act like a moron just to cheer him up, but more so, he was shocked by it. Why had he never seen that? Why had he never asked Francis what his favorite book or never taken him seriously when Francis tried to ask him.

Unfortunately though he was not given much time to think about it, his head snapped up as he heard a loud crash coming from somewhere on the story above him and his eyes widened as he bolted up to find the source of the noise.