A Frenchman, a Brit, and a Magic Mistake (FrUk)

Chapter 2

A/N: Alrighty then! Next part! Hooray~ So here ya go and enyoy~

Arriving at the house, Francis opened the door with the spare key he acquired over the years and brought Arthur up to his room so he could sleep peacefully in the comfortable bed. He made sure to place him in the centre so Arthur wouldn't roll off and hurt himself. Francis leaned over and moved the bangs out of Arthur's eyes just before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Sleep well mon cher," Francis whispered quietly. With that done, the French nation headed to the kitchen to whip up something to eat for the Brit when he awoke. He settled for sandwiches for now and made a few for later. After that, Francis sat down on the couch to watch some television. Despite the two fighting and arguing nonstop, Francis actually cared very deeply for Arthur. So when he found the Brit in trouble, he would always help to the best of his abilities and this was no different. He would never leave a small child alone even if it wasn't Arthur.

It was nearing two hours when Arthur woke up with a giant yawn and sat up, sleepily rubbing his eyes and then frowning as he remembered what happened. Francis chose this time to walk in and quickly smiled happily when he saw his friend awake. "You're finally awake, cher! C'est bien!" Arthur scowled when Francis sat down on his bed and continued smiling. "So how was your nap?" "It was fine..," Arthur grumbled in an annoyed fashion. "Wait a tick! Why are you here?! This is all your fault to begin with, bastard frog!," Arthur yelled out, flailing his fists at Francis angrily, "Leave me alone! I don't want you here!" "Now Arthur, calm down before you hurt yourself. Now look at yourself. Are you in any state to look after yourself? Non I think not! So big brother will take care of you until you are back to normal!," Francis said, smiling cheerfully as he scooped the tiny Brit up and sat him on his lap.

Arthur had a horrified look on his face and instantly tried getting away from Francis. "I can take care of myself just fine! I always was able to as a child and this doesn't change anything now! Now I demand that you leave my house now!," Arthur growled as he shoved himself away with everything he had. The good news was that he did in fact surprise Francis who loosened his hold on the English nation. The bad news was that as he pushed himself away, he fell off the lap and onto the hard floor with an umph of pain. "Angleterre! Êtes vous blessé?," Francis asked worriedly, quickly reaching over to help Arthur up but was smacked away by the sniffling Brit. Arthur sat up holding his head with tears threatening to spill. He would not allow himself to cry, he wasn't a child for God's sake and especially not in front of his enemy!!

He sniffled and glared up at Francis who in return looked down at him in concern. "I'm fine," Arthur said through grit teeth, "Just please leave me be." Francis sighed and gently lifted Arthur off the ground and onto the bed next to him with an arm around his shoulders. "Arthur. Do you honestly think I'll let a small child live alone? Now before you interrupt me, just listen. Look at you. You're in the body of a five year old. So let big brother take care of you until your magic wears off. S'il vous plaît? I promise no funny business and don't you think I'm a better choice than..let's say Alfred or Ivan?," Francis said seriously, turning Arthur towards him and wiping away his tears with his thumb.

The little island nation knew that Francis brought up a valid point. He's barely able to reach anything and if he was stuck with either the American or Russian.. Let's just say that he wasn't planning on becoming one with Russia or eating McDonalds for every meal of the day. As much as he hated the Frenchman, he'll let it slide for now. "Fine.. But only until it wears off! Then you're out!," Arthur grumbled, smacking Francis' hand away from him and sliding off the bed. The Frenchman clapped his hands and with a smile stood up and left the room with Arthur trailing behind.

"I made sandwiches~" The Brit frowned, pulling himself up onto the chair in the kitchen and reached for a sandwich to munch on. "So I was thinking.. How long exactly will this sortilège of yours last, cher?," Francis asked curiously while eating his own sandwich. "A few weeks...maybe a month..," Arthur said with a mouth full of food. He looked at Francis with a frown and asked, "Why?" "Well if it's that long then I don't think I'll be able to stay in London. I still have paperwork and meetings to go to back in my own country," Francis said sadly, taking the plate to wash it. "Good riddance frog," Arthur huffed, leaving the kitchen to watch the telly. "Now wait just a second! I'm not done with you yet!," Francis exclaimed, running after Arthur and scooping him up playfully with a giant smile.

The Englishman stared at Francis in shock and started squirming angrily. "Hey! Let go, you pervert!" Arthur exclaimed at the Frenchman. "Angleterre. It's not nice to call people names," Francis scolded, wagging his finger as he sat down on the couch with Arthur. "You bloody frog! Don't treat me like a child! I'm still a grown man, you git!," Arthur exclaimed, trying to hit Francis. "If you act like a child, you'll be treated like a child. Now behave or you're going in the corner," the Frenchman threatened sternly, holding the thrashing Brit. Arthur paused momentarily to see if Francis was being serious and seeing his face he knew that he was.

With an angry huff, Arthur stopped and the Frenchman wrapped his arms around the Brit's waist. "As I was saying, I won't be able to stay in London but that doesn't mean I'll let you stay alone. You can come to Paris with me! Ça va être super!," Francis decided, smiling down at an uncertain Arthur. "What about all my paperwork and meetings? I can't just up and leave," Arthur said in an annoyed fashion. "Tell your boss to send your papers to me. That way we can sign them and be done and as for the meetings.. Say you're on vacation with big brother!," Francis chuckled, pinching Arthur's cheeks when they puffed out in anger.

Francis couldn't wait for this new opportunity to begin. If he could convince the English nation to come live with him for however long it took, then they could start a new bond. He could prove to the grumpy Brit that he was in fact not a pervert and that he didn't sleep with every single person he flirted with. And if Arthur finally understands that Francis is a good person, he'd want to spend more time with him! Then Francis could finally show the Brit how much he means to him! He'll make Arthur change his opinion on him!

"You won't let me say no," a grumpy Arthur stated, smacking Francis' hands away again. The Frenchman just smiled in return but on the insides he was absolutely bursting with joy. "Fine but no funny business. Understood? If you try anything then I'm leaving and that's that." Francis nods vigorously and says, "I promise I'll be on my best behavior~ Besides, you're a child and I'm not some pervert." He made a disgusted face at that thought. "Is that what you really see me as?," Francis asked, looking Arthur in the eyes. Arthur studied the Frenchman cautiously before replying, "You flirt with everyone. You strut around naked half the time. You keep touching me in places I do not want to be touched. Kissing me, hugging me, groping me. Always insulting me and making fun of me. You are a perverted freak that's bloody annoying! Would you say the same thing if I was back in my adult body!?" He was trying to remain calm at this point, his fists were balled up and shaking.

Francis noticed this and carefully placed his hands over Arthur's. "Angleterre.. I may flirt with everyone but that's just so they can feel loved. Everyone deserves to be happy. And the only reason I'm naked half the time, which I'm not, and bother you with insults and touching is because otherwise you wouldn't pay attention to me. You would ignore me just like you do with everyone else. So I take it upon myself to do ridiculous things to gain your attention. If I come naked, you'll look over at me. If I insult you then you react by insulting back. Although I admit there are times where I bother you just to annoy you. But in the end we're still friends," the French nation explained while Arthur looked at him in surprise.

A/N: So that's that. Please be sure to comment/vote! Thanks~