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

Chapter 3

A/N: The long awaited chapter is finally here! Cheers ~

"You..you do that just for my attention? But everyone else pays attention to you so why should you care if I don't?," Arthur asked in confusion. Francis chuckled at that, "Simple. We're friends after all. We've been together through everything so of course I care about you." "Friends.. I always thought of us as enemies.. But I suppose if you truly mean what you say.. Then we maybe can be friends.. Maybe!," the Brit mumbled uncertainly. Francis' grin grew wider when he heard that. "Merci Angleterre! I promise I'll be an amazing friend! I'll even stop walking around naked. That is unless you want me to~," he exclaimed in joy, pulling the blonde child into a bear hug while laughing at the threats he received. Francis was unbelievably happy at the sudden turn of events. He was one step closer to his Arthur and now that he had a chance there was no way he'd ever ruin it. Arthur on the other hand was worrying about what he had just gotten himself into.

Francis glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned. "We should probably get going if we want to catch our flight. We can stop by the hotel to grab my things and then head out. Do you need to pack anything?," he asked, placing Arthur on the floor and standing up. "I don't really have anything that will fit me," Arthur grumbled, motioning to himself with a frown. "I'm sure I have some spare clothing from when Mathieu was small. You can wear that for the time being and then we can go shopping. How does that sound?," Francis asked, grabbing any documents Arthur may need and then walking out to the car. "Whatever, frog." Arthur followed Francis to the car and walked over to the driver's side only to be stopped by Francis. "Other side, cher." The Brit growled and stomped over to the other side, yanking the door open and climbing inside. The Frenchman chuckled and got into the driver's seat, making sure to buckle Arthur in. Arthur frowned and crossed his arms in annoyance, pouting. Francis stayed quiet not wanting Arthur to get any angrier than he already was and change his mind about going with him.

The ride to the hotel was a quick one. Francis went to grab his bags while Arthur stayed in the car, fuming the whole time. With the bags packed they head to the airport to catch their flight. Francis attempted to converse with Arthur but the Brit shot down every chance. The Frenchman had come to England via his private jet which is what the two European nations would be taking back to France. The entire trip was spent in silence, a new record for the both of them. Arthur wasn't in the mood to chat with Francis and Francis let him be for the time being. Then finally after a long dreary flight, which actually wasn't that long, they had finally arrived in Paris. "Ah Paris. Bon d'être de retour," Francis said, breathing the city in and glancing over at the Englishman. He stuck his hand out and Arthur sent him a questioning look. "So you don't get lost or kidnapped." Arthur reluctantly grasped Francis' hand and he got a small squeeze in return.

Francis happily pulled Arthur out of the airport, making sure not to lose him. If Arthur was willing to take his hand that meant that he must trust Francis even a little bit. Arthur was scowling at everything that they passed, he was questioning himself on why he had agreed to come with the French nation. They got into Francis' car and the Brit stared out the window, his curiosity brimming. He had been in Paris before and plenty of times at that but this time it felt different. Maybe because he wasn't here on a business trip or maybe because he was stuck as a child. Before Arthur knew it, they were arriving to Francis' home. Climbing out of the car, Arthur waited for Francis to open the door and then walked inside, glancing around. "Make yourself at home Angleterre," Francis said while bringing his bags over to what Arthur guessed was his room.

Arthur decided on exploring the Frenchman's home and wandered from room to room until he approached Francis'. He peeked in and saw Francis unpacking his luggage and putting it away. Upon hearing the door creak, Francis looked back and saw a small blonde head peeking inside. "Well don't just stand there cher, come in," he said with a smile, waving Arthur over. The Brit shyly walked over and stood a little away from Francis uncertainly. "I was just wondering where I'll be sleeping, frog," Arthur muttered, looking down at the floor. "You can have the guest room unless you want to sleep with me in my bed," Francis said seriously, looking over at Arthur. Arthur's face quickly gained the look of horror and he instantly replied, "The guest room." Francis broke out into laughter, "I'm just teasing you lapin. Come on, we can set your room up for the night."

The Frenchman showed Arthur to his room which wasn't too far from his own. "Here we are," Francis announced, "This is where you'll be sleeping. It's nice, oui?" "I've seen better." "I'll get you some more pillows and something to wear to bed. Then we can go shopping tomorrow. How does that sound Angleterre?" "You have to pay since you're the one dragging me shopping," Arthur grumbled, climbing up on the bed. He bounced around in place testing the bed until he deemed it fit. Francis had left to find Arthur some bedwear for the night. Since he didn't exactly have any small clothes except for a few of Matthew's, he settled on giving the Brit one of his t-shirts. Walking back into Arthur's room Francis said, "This will have to do for now." He tossed the shirt over to Arthur and left again, this time for more pillows. Arthur snatched the shirt and held it up to inspect it. He scrunched his nose up in distaste and grumbled about how life wasn't fair. With an annoyed sigh he quickly dressed down to his underwear and put the shirt on. It was clearly enormous on him, hanging down all the way to his ankles and it even said 'Je ♡ Paris' right on the front. Arthur made a sound of disgust just as Francis returned with extra pillows and positioned them comfortably on the bed.

"Mon Dieu! Arthur vous l'air si mignon!," Francis exclaimed, looking over at Arthur and quickly snatching him up. Arthur squeaked in surprise at the sudden handling and squirmed around trying to push himself away. "Oi you bloody bastard! Unhand me! Hey stop that! Get your bearded face away from me! Let go!," Arthur growled, whacking the Frenchman with his fists. Francis just laughed, sitting down on the bed and holding the boy close as he yelled at him. Francis had rubbed his face against Arthur's which resulted in him complaining about Francis' stubble. Francis laid back on the bed and pulled Arthur over his chest, he watched the Brit struggled and released him. Arthur scowled at him and sat up crossing his arms in anger. "I hate you, frog face," he stated with a loathing tone, not having moved off the Frenchman's chest yet. Francis just smiled calmly at his rival and put his arms behind his head. If Arthur really hated him he would have pushed himself away the instant Francis had let go but yet here he was.

"I think it's time for your bedtime mon petit Angleterre," Francis stated simply, sitting up and making Arthur fall into his lap. "What?! I don't have a bedtime, frog!," Arthur exclaimed angrily, glaring as he was moved under the covers. "You've had a busy day today. I think you deserve some rest, cher," Francis said, tucking the Brit in. "I'm not done with you yet, shit beard!" "We can talk tomorrow, lapin." "It's still bloody early! I'm not tired yet!," Arthur whined childishly, even pouting although he would deny that accusation. Francis smiled seeing the usually stuck up Brit acting like a child and complaining about his bedtime. "Well I'm sure tired," the Frenchman faked a yawn and stretched, watching Arthur yawn tiredly right after him. "I'm not tired..," Arthur mumbled as his eyelids slowly drooped. "Bonne nuit, mon amour. Sleep well," Francis whispered, leaning over to place a small kiss on the Brit's forehead, his fatherly instincts kicking in. "Not...tired...," Arthur grumbled inaudibly and yawned once more, glaring at Francis with glazed eyes before slowly slipping into slumber.

Francis waited until the Brit's breathing steadied, running a hand through the choppy blonde hair and sighed, "What will I ever do with you?" He exited the room and carefully left the door a crack open if Arthur happened to wake at night. Francis went to his own room, getting his bed ready and then dressing into his pajamas. He settled into bed and grabbed his book from his night table. As he read his book his thoughts drifted to Arthur and his seemingly lack of resistance to come with him. He didn't seem too shocked about being a child again.. Apart from the crying that is. And he agreed to stay with me without much of a fight too. It's nice to see him trust me so much. I'll have to ask him more about his little backfired magic trick tomorrow. But his body isn't the only thing that was affected, his mind too. He'll act like a child at certain times. If he's anything like when he was little then my hands are full. "Don't worry mon amour.. I'll make sure nothing happens to you.. After all.. Je t'aime," Francis said softly, putting his book away and turning off the light. The Frenchman stared at his ceiling with a small smile and slowly followed Arthur's footsteps, drifting off to sleep.

A/N: There we go! Don't mind the bad French, I blame Google. Be sure to vote/comment! Thanks~