FrUK ((wrote this for school))

Arthur and his tiny French maid dude, Francis

Arthur and his Tiny French Maid dude, Francis
Becca Miaskiewicz

((Okay so it makes it sound like they're animals, but frog and sheep are just nicknames. They're people))

Millions of sparks flew into the air as Arthur finished with his spell, a soft smile spread accross his face as he admired his work.
"Finally, a way to make Old Frog-face (Francis) appreciate the magic club!" he exclaimed. A magic most seemed to fill the air, he had made a magic cupcake. "This'll make him like not only my club, but me as well!" He smirked. "Frenchie will regret ever doubting the amazing power of my families ancient British magic!"
Delicately, Arthur picked up the cupcake while executing his most evil laugh. (Which in reality was actually quite adorable). Now, all he had to do was bring it to the stupid frog, which was what he did. As soon as Francis saw him, he took note of the delicious cupcake smell and smiled.
"What is it, sheep? (Arthur)" Francis asked, stylishly as ever,
"I've made you a cupcake with magic," Arthur explained, "eat it, frog." Arthur shoved the cupcake to Francis, and he chuckled, taking the cupcake from Arthur.
"Alright, mon ami, what did you do to it?" Francis argued.
"What? Nothing! Can't I make a single delicious cupcake for my long time enemy without being accused of something?" Arthur replied, sarcastically as ever. Francis managed another chuckle,
"Honhonhonhon! Black sheep you are adorable! Fine, I shall eat you trick-cupcake." he smiled, taking a bite of the cupcake. Arthur immediately began to complain about the frog, while Francis laughed, noting his adorable-ness each time. But all of those false comments Arthur had to endure would be worth it, as Francis would no longer be able to insult him or the club like he had in the past, with the help of this cupcake. What did the cupcake do? Why, it made Francis tell the truth, and not lie like Arthur had presumed he had been doing.
Arthur was sure Francis had harbored a respect for him and his club, so the delectable cupcake would help Francis to tell the truth Arthur thought he was thinking, but of course, nothing ever goes correctly for Arthur.
"Arthur... Your club lacks class of any sort, and your cuteness makes me laugh!" Francis exclaimed. Arthur, as he would always do, began to hit him while screaming at him, whilst Francis attempted to calm the lonely Brit.
"Jerk-face Frog! You'll pay for your brutal honesty! Expect a curse to come your way, and I'm not kidding this time, idiot." Arthur shouted, letting his disappointment take over. Francis wasn't sure how to react, was this threat cute or terrifying? He was at a loss for words,
"Non! Black sheep! You are being much too dramatic! Do not put a curse on me, Arthur" he laughed, but quickly became uncomfortable at the sight of Arthur's literally killer glare. Francis couldn't contain all of his laughter, while he tried to explain the situation, but Arthur had snapped. For once, his words and actions appeared to match up to Francis, Arthur both looked and acted extremely hostile.
"Hmm... I wonder what I'm going to do to you? How about I turn you back into an annoying baby-child? (bad idea, Arthur's weakness is cuteness)" Arthur commanded, taking out his magic wand. Francis began to seriously question Arthur's sanity, (who wouldn't? Within moments of meeting him he would appear somewhat insane) it was just that Arthur didn't expect what he had heard, causing him to snap. He waved his wand and poof. Suddenly, Francis was 1 foot tall, and adorable. Arthur tried his best not to say 'aww' while Francis screamed in terror.
"Non! What have you done to my fabulous self! Je n'aime pas! Arthur why :-(???" Francis shrieked, while Arthur laughed.
"Now you're small and useless frogface!" Arthur yelled, laughing and evilly.
"What is wrong with you, Arthur?!" Francis cried, waddling around in his new tiny body. Francis begged and pleaded to be returned to his normal size, while Arthur rejected him for various reasons. He began to murmur various insults in French, while running around in circles. Arthur picked up the tiny Frenchman, and carefully wrapped him in one of the scarves he had knitted.
"Now, you're you're my tiny prisoner, here to do the club's bidding." Arthur explained, his cold heart getting the best of him. "First, I want you to call me and my club cool." Arthur requested.
"Honhonhon! So you want me to lie?" Francis teased him, careless of the situation. "I'll just go make some tea" Francis jumped down from Arthur's arm, and scooted to the tea kettle. "Non! Trés mauvais! Arthur, these tiny legs prevent me from making tea! Unfair!" Francis cried.
"That's what you get, Frog! You've insulted the magic club too many times!" Arthur remarked with a laugh. Francis took quick note to the flaw in his plan.
"Black Sheep! How do you expect me to serve your club if I cannot reach a single thing?" Francis asked sassily, his French accent making it seem even more so Arthur's face looked grimly down at Francis, then he quickly managed a friendly smile. He explained to Francis that he would assist him with such tasks, and Francis mumbled about how unfair it was. Arthur picked up the tiny Frenchman and carried him to the kettle, as the water boiled and sizzled Arthur smiled and hummed My only sunshine. Francis, on the other hand, was horrified. "Stop that with the creepy!" he shrieked, Arthur glanced down, still smiling and asked what was wrong.
"Duh! You are a total creep! Why are you smiling like that?! Just because I'm small does not mean you can push me around and act like you own me!" Francis complained. A small frown spread across Arthur's face as he began to pet Francis's soft and silky hair.
"Aww! Francipants you're so cute~! Already going through your rebellious stage, I see!" Arthur smiled. Francis dug his face into Arthur's arms and groaned.
"Non! You do not get it, I am my own person!" he cried, waving his arms at Arthur. Francis looked up at them, and the two blankly stared at each other, keeping a tight glare on the other. You could say this was a staring contest, but it was more of an 'Oh my god the creepy Brit won't stop touching me so I'll stare at him until he stops' sort of thing. Arthur smiled as he watched Francis jump down from his arms, running around performing various tasks for him, but if anyone knew that being lazy watching your butler doing things for you was hard work, it was Arthur.
"I'm gonna go take a nap on the couch..." Arthur yawned, shuffling to the fluffy couch. He fell asleep within moments, and Francis let out a sigh followed by some indistinct words in French. Even though he hated Arthur, (or so we think ;) ) Francis brought him a pillow and blanket to help him sleep comfortably.
"Aha! Stupid Brit honhonhon! You always say to never trust anyone, but here you are, sleeping like a baby!" Francis laughed. "Now, for my escape!" he declared. Arthur, even in his sleep, was prepared. He wrapped his arm around Francis and mumbled something about not escaping. "Pooie!" Francis cried. "Now what do I do? I need to get away from this weirdo!" Francis had seemingly let his guard down, he had fallen asleep too! He woke up in Arthur's cuddly embrace, and he let out a terrified and shrill scream.
"Get your hands off me! I told you I do not belong to you!" he cried, Arthur slowly opened his eyes and shot a concerned look towards Francis, due to his sudden outburst.
"Excuse me?" he asked, confused as ever. Francis decided to just keep quiet. He wriggled out of Arthur's warm arms, and made a run for it. He dashed through every room, avoiding random objects, when he encountered... a situation,
"Piérre!" he shrieked, it was Arthur's kitten, waiting by the door. "It's- it's the evil kitten! Now how do I escape?!" Francis, being the walking God he was, immediately caught the attention of the cuddly cat. "Non!" the cat blankly stared back and let out a flat 'meow', Francis shrieked and jumped back as the adorable kitten began to approach him. "Non non non non non! Moche chat! Moche chat! (No no no no no! Ugly cat! Ugly cat!)" The now monstrous kitten stood next to Francis, and tackled him to the ground. "Teacup no! Get your dirty paws off of meeeee!" Teacup batted at Francis's hair while the poor and adorable man cried, "go play with Arthur, little one!" But the cat didn't budge. Francis looked back to the couch to make sure Arthur was still fast asleep, he mumbled quietly from time to time, it was pretty cute.
Francis tried to get loose from Teacup, but kept struggling. "Demon cat! Demon cat!" of course, despite the words he said, the cat didn't move. Well, Arthur finally heard Francis screaming, and he slowly opened his eyes and yawned tiredly.
"Francipants... Get back here... Hey- is that Teacup...? Come here, kitty..." Arthur asked. Sure enough, the cat got right up and jumped to his lap. France took this chance to bolt out the door, followed by a screaming Arthur. "Get back here Francis!"
He ran out the door, right into Alfred, one of Arthur's only friends. Alfred looked down at Francis, and picked him up.
"Woah, little dude. What are you doing here? Wait, Francis?! Why are you so small???" Alfred asked, a confused look on his face. Francis use his fake tears and began to explain.
"Non! What are you doing here? And for your information... Arthur took me and put a curse on me!" Alfred looked Arthur right in the eyes, and Arthur waved enthusiastically.
"Dude! Bullying kids (none of them are kids though, this is just what he says) isn't allowed! Change him back already! This is really freaking me out..." Alfred demanded. Arthur stomped his foot and groaned.
"But Alfred" Arthur cried, and Alfred glared at Arthur with terrifying strength.
"Arthur. Change him back and go to your room for a timeout!" Alfred ordered, keep in mind Arthur is 4 years older than him. "Now! Or I'll invite Ivan over!" Arthur screeched and took out his wand.
"I am terrified of Arthur! Alfred, hold me!" Francis cried again. Alfred looked down at him and shook his head.
"No, dude..." Alfred replied. Now, holding his cold magic wand, Arthur began to cast his spell, reciting incantations from his spell book. With a poof, and a whole ton of magic mist, Francis was returned to his normal size.
Arthur walked slowly up the stairs while sobbing, he opened the door and Ivan was standing there, smiling with a pickaxe in his hand,
"Privet, Arthur, nice day, da?" the tall Russian asked. Ivan, had a sort of reputation for being adorably terrifying. His sweet face and strong Russian accent made him appear to be adorable, but his cruelty was something even he was unaware of, causing everyone to fear him, even though he only wished to make friends. Remembering this important piece of information, Arthur screeched, and slammed the door. He sprinted downstairs, and clinged to Alfred,
"Don't make me go! Ivan is there! Ivan is there!" he shrieked, Alfred patted him on the head and sighed.
"Kay! Just go in time out on the stairs!" he ordered happily, while Arthur pleaded for him to do something, but his cries were rejected. After awhile of arguing, Arthur was sitting on the stairs, "now, think about what you did!" Arthur frowned, and the terrifying Ivan appeared out of nowhere and softly wrapped his arms around Arthur. Immediately, he began to quiver in fear, but trying to hide the horrified emotions his brain was feeling, to spare the feelings of the Russian. He screamed, as Ivan smiled happily.
"Da, think about what you did, do not be sad, friend! Oh! Privet Francis and Alfred!" Ivan comforted Arthur, nuzzling his face into the Brit's soft hair while laughing quietly, not even noticing the utter terror Arthur was in. He pushed Ivan away and he let a small frown show through but hid it with his adorable smile. At this point, Arthur had mastered tuning all three of them out, while he secretly plotted his revenge. A terrible and uncomfortable aura emitted from him, causing everyone to stand there awkwardly. "Your friend is silly!" Ivan giggled.
Simultaneously, all of the people in the house realized that Arthur was a terrible friend. But he was their terrible friend. That day, they all learned very important lessons. One, Arthur is a cold-hearted jerk with no feelings or remorse. Two, Arthur will remain lonely even when surrounded by those who love him, since he can never bring himself to love them back due to all the ones he had lost. And three, just never mess with him in general.
All of them but Arthur chuckled and began to pat Arthur on the back, smiling at the Black Sheep of Europe.
"Remember, we will always be here for you even if you're an insensitive loner" Alfred smiled. Arthur looked up at Alfred and hissed.
"Don't try me, you're a typical American, aren't you?" Arthur falsely smiled, and Alfred hit him in the back of the head.
"No, I'm the hero!" Alfred chuckled. "Just promise not to cause any more trouble, k?" He picked up Arthur and gave him a noogie while Arthur froze in terror.
"Okay! Okay! I won't! I'm sorry Francis I just... I just wanted to be... friends..." Arthur admitted, the word friends clinged to the air, as Francis's face went blank,
"Arthur... I'll be your friend... Why didn't you ask?" Francis wondered curiously, but Arthur didn't respond, a tiny smile appeared on his face.
The reason Arthur hadn't been friends with Francis was because he thought he hated him, like everyone else. They had grown up together, but constantly fought, although Francis really just wanted to be their for him and to be friends. Arthur had been given haircuts and multiple gifts, Arthur looked up to him. He never once realized that maybe Francis might care about him as much as he did for him, secretly, that was. He wanted to reach out to Francis and tell him how happy he was, how much he wanted to be near him for the rest of his life, but all he could muster was a quiet 'thank you'. And being the dramatic Brit he had been known to be, he cried tears of joy,
"Arthur? Are you crying? You don't have to, I'm here now, it's okay..." Francis mentioned, a concerned look on his face, Arthur ran up to Francis and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you..." he smiled, "thank you I'm so happy..." Arthur cried. At this adorable event and serious turn his life had taken, everyone let out a quiet 'awwww', to which Arthur gave them a quick glare. "I'm going to go take a nap... Ivan, don't follow me this time..." Arthur announced.
He went to his room and made sure no one had followed him before he quietly fell asleep on his warm and welcoming bed. With that, Arthur had decided to like everyone in the room a bit more than he had before, except for Ivan, since he deserved no sympathy. Even though his cold heart made his life difficult, Arthur was finally able to be friends with Francis. Even though they were friends, Francis would tend to play friendly tricks on Arthur, which in all honesty were to get free hugs. If you asked either of them in public if their relationship was a stable one they'd probably say 'eww, no, he's weird' but really they spent a lot of time together. In short, despite their differences, they really did love each other.