The "L" Word ~ {FrUK}

║Drunk AF║

Hey fellow FrUK shippers!!! I'm gonna try to make this A/N short and sweet.

Kay, first up, SORRY. I'm, like, totally sorry about the last chapter. It sucked I KNOW. BELIEVE ME, I DO. It just seemed so bad that I kinda silently cried after posting it.

Next, DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT ONE-SHOT IDEAS OR WHATEVER Y'ALL WANT! Bc honestly, thinking of one is REALLY hard. I was hurting my head just thinking of this one.

Finally, this is kind of a warning. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE REFERENCE OF ALCOHOL AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF, DON'T READ THIS PLEASE. The title implies what it is but there's no violence, just alcoholism. Trust me, it'll have humor in it, I guess... IDK XD

Okaaay~ This one will be short, maybe...

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Arthur stumbled into the door of his shared apartment. He groaned in discomfort as his feet dragged behind him. He just remembered all the work he had to do for the office that was all due tomorrow and it was already 9PM. What a procrastinator.

"Gyah. Francis?" he mumbled.

His boyfriend's head perked up to see Arthur pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing, holding his suitcase. "Ye- Mon Dieu! Arthur! What's wrong?" Francis questioned as he helped the Britishman onto the couch.

Arthur swatted away Francis's hands with his suitcase and threw it across to room before taking a deep breath. "IT'SJUSTTHATIHAVEABUNCHOFWORKANDIDON'TWANNADOITBUTINEEDTOSOCANWEGODRINK?"

Francis blinked slowly, exaggerating his confusion. "Uh, okay. Repeat that one more time. But this time, slow-ly," he commanded politely.

Arthur nodded groggily. "It's just that I have a bunch of work to do and I don't wanna do it but I need to, so can we go drink?" He really didn't have to do anything. In fact, he had finished it the day they gave it to him. But the only way he could escape to the club and drink was to tell Francis that he had "work" due the next day because apparently, Arthur works his hardest when he's intoxicated.

The Frenchman scratched the back of his head and began to think. Well, I know he always uses this as an excuse to get utterly wasted... but I think we need to have a night out anyway. "Eh, sure. Why not." Arthur clapped his hands happily and sprang up from the couch, dragging Francis behind him.

"B-But, wait!" he called out. Arthur spun around with a thick eyebrow raised in annoyance. "Promise me you won't get wasted." Francis pleaded with his cerulean eyes. His boyfriend rolled his eyes and held out his pinky.

"Promise." His pinky intertwined with Francis's to seal the agreement. As the pair walked down the lit hallway, Arthur uncrossed his fingers that were inside his pocket and chuckled lightly. So much for that.

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The cool night breeze blew through the two's hair as they arrived at the club. Purple lights gleamed everywhere and obnoxious pop music could be heard faintly from the outside. Arthur's green eyes gleamed with excitement as he did his pre-club ritual.

"Phew, okay, uh... I'm gay! Yeah, wait no, bi. Yeah, bi... wait. Ahh, what the fuck, screw it! I'm with Francis and that's all that matters!" he yelled a bit too loudly, clinging onto Francis's crisp, white dress shirt. "ALL YOU HOMOPHOBES BETTER STAY OUTTA MY WAY!" Arthur jumped up and down screaming as he held up their entanglement of fingers up in the air.

Francis looked at him in horror. "Ma chérie! What in God's name is this! Like.. What the actual fu-"

"Ah ah ah!" Arthur laughed, wagging his finger at the frowning Frenchman. "No bad words, tonight."