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

Chapter 4

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Francis woke up the next morning with a small groan as sunlight hit his face. He lay in bed trying to go back to sleep but being the early riser that he was he ended up getting ready for the day. The Frenchman freshened up in the bathroom and got dressed as he remembered what happened the previous day. Francis peeked into Arthur's room and saw the little Brit sprawled out on the bed, mouth opened a little as he slept peacefully. If only he was always this quiet. Francis though with a small chuckle as he went to find some of Matthew's old clothes from when he was still a colony. He found a box in the back of his closet and looked through the pile of clothes to find something comfortable for the time being. Francis smiled as he found a shirt and a pair of pants just the right size and brought them to Arthur's room after cleaning up. He quietly left them on the dresser and snuck back out to make some breakfast for when Arthur woke up. In the kitchen Francis hummed a happy tune as he prepared some toast and jam. He also made sure to make himself coffee and some tea for the Englishman, letting the tea cool so Arthur wouldn't burn himself.

Arthur woke up with a large yawn and rolled out of bed, crashing onto the floor. He moaned in pain and shakily stood back up. The Brit trudged down to the kitchen after being able to smell something that made his stomach growl. He was still in a half asleep state as he walked into the kitchen and stood near the entrance. "Bonjour Angleterre~ Did you sleep well?," Francis greeted the tired boy. Arthur yawned and rubbed his eyes tiredly, mumbling with a thick accent, "I'm hungry.." Francis quickly scooped Arthur up into his arms and spun in a circle squealing. "Arthur! You're going to kill me if you keep being so cute!," the Frenchman exclaimed with a laugh as Arthur frowned. "Put me down you bastard! I'm hungry!" Francis stopped with a smile and seated Arthur at the table. "Toast with jam. And I made you tea. Earl Grey with one sugar and a pinch of milk, just the way you like it, cher. Careful, il fait chaud," Francis said happily, setting the table up with breakfast and their drinks.

Francis sat across from Arthur and watched as the Brit cautiously took a piece of toast. He himself took a piece and bit into it, munching on it and making sure to sip his coffee. "Angleterre stop frowning and smile for a change! It's a nice morning, oui? Nothing to frown about," Francis told the scowling Englishman, who in response frowned even more. "I'm stuck with you. I think that's a good reason to be upset," Arthur growled, taking a big bite out of his toast. "You didn't put up much of a fight. Why is that? You could have stayed with someone else but you stayed with me. Why is that? Not that I'm complaining," Francis asked curiously, propping an elbow up on the table and resting his head on his hand. Arthur stopped and blinked before looking down as his hands and twiddling his fingers. "Well.. I don't know.. I thought that since you were there when I was a child long ago, that you'd be the best choice I suppose.. Even if I do hate you, you have taken care if me before..," Arthur explained with a blush rising on his cheeks.

Francis smiled at the reasoning and at how shy Arthur was acting. "So we could say that you don't hate me completely, is that right? Somewhere deep in your little British heart you trust me," Francis said offhandly, sipping his coffee. "I suppose so.. If you must say it like that frog..," Arthur said stiffly, frowning into his tea before sipping. Once they finished up, Francis told Arthur to go get dressed so they could go shopping. He washed the dishes in the meantime and turned when he heard a cough behind him. "Those fit nicely, oui?," Francis said while checking Arthur's clothes on him, "I was worried that they might have been too small." "They fit fine. Can we just get this done with? I don't want people seeing me like this," the Brit grumbled, slapping Francis' hands away and walking to the door. "Well?," he asked, hands on hips and frowning. "I'm coming," said the Frenchman, grabbing everything he needed and meeting Arthur outside to unlock the car.

"We can go to the mall. That way we can buy everything we need and get something to eat if we get hungry," Francis explained, making sure that Arthur was buckled before heading to the mall. "Whatever." The ride was quiet until Francis asked a question that was on his mind for a while. "Angleterre? Why is it you were not surprised when we met at the park? You were crying but I think that was more out of sudden fear," he wondered curiously. Arthur stayed quiet for a few minutes before replying in a mumble, "It's happened before.." the Frenchman looked at him in surprise, "Really? When?" "A couple years ago. Remember that time I took a month long vacation? Well I was actually staying with Vlad and Lukas until the spell wore off. But they're busy this time," Arthur answered, glancing over at Francis. They arrived at the mall and head to the closest store.

Francis ushered the small blonde inside and towards the toddler section. "You got to be kidding me," Arthur groaned. "Vous êtes un petit garçon. This is where you find clothes for little boys Angleterre," the Frenchman said happily as he picked up a pink dress. "I think this would look très mignon on you, cher~" Arthur growled and kicked the Frenchman on the shin. "No! Don't you even dare you bloody frog!," he exclaimed angrily as Francis winced and put the dress away. "Aright calm down!" Francis moved down to the boys section and grabbed a few things along the way. Arthur followed at a distance, looking around in distaste at everything. He walked right into Francis and stumbled back. "Try these, mon lapin." Scowling, the Brit snatched the selected t-shirts and pants and head to the changing room. After finally putting them on, he walked out uncertainly. "Are you sure about this?," he asked Francis, who had found more clothes. "Do they fit alright? Not to big?" "No it's a perfect fit but.. I look childish in this," Arthur complained, motioning to himself.

"Arthur, Arthur, Arthur. You look like a child so there's no need for stuffy clothes! S'il vous plaît? Don't make a fuss, oui?," Francis pleaded with a whiny voice. Arthur frowned and cecked himself in the mirror. Right now he really looks like a little blonde boy with unruly hair and piercing green eyes. "It's either this or nothing~," Francis sang teasingly. The Brit scowled harder and growled, "You will regret this. I swear that when I'm back to normal you'll regret this." Arthur went to change back into his current clothes and Francis took this time to quickly snatch some dresses. After all you never know when they might come in hand. Francis stood whistling innocently just as Arthur returned. "Just bloody buy them and let's leave already," the Brit growled, stomping off towards the check out with Francis following. The French nation gave the clothes to the lady, smiling and winking at her which of course made her blush and Arthur growl. "W-will that be all sir?," she asked. "Oui oui. Just the clothes for Arthur here," Francis said with a smile, patting the Brit's head. "Salut. You're cute. Is he yours?," the store lady asked Francis while smiling sweetly at Arthur.

The British nation stared at her and hid behind Francis' leg, a sudden shyness taking over. "Non. I'm his..," the Frenchman looked down at Arthur who watched him curiously. Arthur bit his lip and shyly stuttered, "He's my.. My big b-brother.." Both Francis and the lady squealed but Francis hid it well. "Aww~ That's sweet. Well have a nice day then. Prendre soin!" Francis took Arthur's hand and pulled him away with a very happy grin. "Sooo~ Big brother, eh?," he sang out. "Sod off frog!" "And you were so shy too! Hiding behind me like that!" "Shut it, cheesy monkey! Just shut up!," Arthur yelled out angrily, stopping and punching Francis in the side. "Angleterre! Behave or you won't get your surprise!," he grunted, holding his side when Arthur stopped. "Surprise?" "Only if you behave. Now come on, to the next store cher!" Arthur frowned and followed after Francis, wondering what the surprise could be. "Big brother~," Francis sang teasingly after a minute. "I said shut the bloody hell up!," the English boy hissed out.

A/N: There we go! Shopping time yay! I wonder what the surprise is~ Iggy better behave if he wants to find out~ Sort of a slow chapter and I promise I'll have a continuation of their shopping up tomorrow. Please vote/comment! Thanks~