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

Chapter 7

A/N: Oh my god... I told myself I'd never do this and look what happened! I'm sorry I died!! *cries* I present the chapter while asking for your forgiveness. There was school and life and stuff happening.. But everything is settled now~ I'll do my best to organize my time for chapters. BUT 400 VIEWS!! THANK YOU ALL FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY BEAUTIFUL SHIT!! I LOVE YOU ALL!! MWAH MWAH~~

"Here you go Monsieur Kirkland! One vanilla cone with sprinkles!," Francis said in a sing song voice as he handed the ice cream to Arthur who was standing next to him. The Frenchman had gotten a chocolate cone for himself with sprinkles, obviously. Arthur took the ice cream with an excited smile and waited for Francis before going to sit on a nearby bench. "Now Arthur. What do you say?," Francis asked sternly, stopping Arthur from enjoying his cone. "Thank you frog," the Brit replied with a roll of his eyes.

The two of them sat around on the bench just enjoying the nice weather and their ice cream cones. "Are you ready to head back home? I think we had enough excitement for today," Francis asked Arthur while standing up. Arthur nodded and hopped off the bench, following Francis back to his house. The Brit glanced over at Francis and found himself locking eyes with the Frenchman. "What?," the English nation asked as Francis smiled down at him with an embarrassed smile. "Désolé but I was wondering if I could carry you. You look so cuddly right now," Francis replied, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Arthur frowned and stopped walking. He was asking me and didn't just go to grab me.. Arthur thought to himself. With puffed cheeks, Arthur lifted his arms up, giving Francis the signal that he had permission. The French nation squealed and snatched Arthur up, hugging him tightly. "Tu es très mignon Angleterre!," Francis exclaimed with a laugh as Arthur struggled against him. "Hey! Not so hard! I can't breathe frog!," Arthur's muffled voice yelled out, taking a deep breath once Francis loosened his grasp. "Désolé désolé. I just got a bit carried away," the Frenchman laughed sheepishly. Arthur had his arms wrapped around Francis' neck and was resting his head on Francis' shoulder. They walked in a peaceful silence and soon made it back to their home.

"Ahhhh~ What an eventful day! I enjoyed myself, what about you cher? Did you have fun?," Francis asked happily, twirling around to show his glee. "It wasn't awful.. Although the mimes were a bit..uhm..creepy..," Arthur answered thoughtfully. The Frenchman was sitting on the couch with Arthur on his lap and playing with his hair. "Mon petit lapin your hair is becoming yucky. I think it's time for a bath!," Francis exclaimed, lifting the struggling Brit up and carrying him to the bathroom. "Oi! You frog! Unhand me!" "Relax Arthur~ It's just a bath. You don't want to be dirty and I won't stand you being dirty either."

Francis brought Arthur to the bathroom and placed him back on the floor. "Now cher. You need a bath. It'll be fun! I promise, okay?," Francis said sternly with his hands on his hips. The island nation glared at him in return. "You won't be perverted?," he asked wearily as Francis let the water run and fill the tub. "It hurts that you think so low of me Arthur," Francis said sadly, placing a hand to his heart. "I added bubbles to make it a bit more fun, I hope you don't mind. Now I want to see you in the water when I come back with the towels," the Frenchman ordered before leaving the bathroom. 

Arthur eyed the water and bubbles and huffed in annoyance. He quickly shed his clothes and climbed in the tub, sighing quietly as the warm water soothed him. Francis returned not long after and smiled widely when he saw the Brit in the tub. He dropped something into the water with a small splash, a confused look crossing Arthur's face when he saw what it was. "A duck?" "A bath can't be complete without bubbles and a rubber ducky. Check that off the list, we have both!," Francis exclaimed happily.  Arthur watched the duck bobble in the water and pushed it down, jumping a tad when it popped back up. He giggled and said, "Quack goes the duck~" Francis stared at him in surprise and then laughed. "Quack quack quack," the Frenchman quacked, moving the duck closer to the Brit each time.

"Don't be silly Francis, you go ribbit like a frog," Arthur laughed, pushing the duck away. "Oh? I say ribbit? You mean like this? Ribbit ribbit ribbit~," the French nation croaked like a frog while tickling the English nation. "No! Stop it! You don't go ribbit!," Arthur squealed, pleading the older blond to stop. "Let's get you cleaned." Francis squirted some shampoo into his hand and then gently started to wash Arthur's hair. He rinsed and then rubbed the conditioner in. Arthur was playing with the bubbles and the duck while his hair was washed. "Wash yourself with the soap and make sure you're thorough," Francis instructed while he prepared the towel and pajamas.

The English boy did as he was told and carefully washed and rinsed himself. "Are we finished with our bath?," Francis asked with a smile as Arthur nodded. "Close your eyes!" "Okay okay!," the Frenchman said with closed eyes as he lifted Arthur out and wrapped him in a towel. He opened his eyes and cooed at how adorable Arthur looked all wrapped up with his head poking out of the towel. "Lets dry you off and get you dressed Angleterre. Then it's time for bed," the blond nation announced, drying Arthur with the towel. "Turn around and don't look," the Brit ordered Francis, to which the Frenchman  listened and faced away from him. Arthur in the meantime quickly got dressed into his pajamas. "Okay you can look now Francis." 

"Somebody is tired~ We just need to dry your hair and then you can go to sleep," Francis chuckled, watching the island nation yawn tiredly. He grabbed the towel and made sure to thoroughly dry Arthur's hair, leaving it in a messier state than it usually was. "Alright Angleterre. Now off to bed," Francis told him, lightly giving a push. Arthur yawned again and lifted his arms up, asking to be carried. The French nation gave a soft smile and picked the tired boy up and carried him to bed. "Bonne nuit mon cher," Francis whispered, kissing Arthur's forehead and tucking him into bed. "Good night...Francis," Arthur mumbled before curling up into the blankets. Francis smiled and exited the room, heading to his own to prepare for bed. He quickly got ready and got comfortable in his own bed with a small sigh, "Oh Arthur.. What am I going to do with you?" With those final thoughts, Francis fell asleep thinking about the good times he shared with a certain Brit. 

A/N: Bath time~ Anyways, thank you all and I promise the next chapter won't be so far away~ Love ya all!