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

Chapter 8

A/N: Long time no see.. *shuffles around a bit* *coughs* Well here's the next chapter. I really should start planning chapters out more. ☆*:. o(≧▽≦)o .:*☆ 600+ READS! You guys are the best. I really don't deserve those. ANYWAYS~ ENJOY!! 

Francis woke up to the sound of rain gently falling against his window. He yawned and rolled out of bed, stretching and then going to take a nice warm shower. With that quickly done, he got dressed into some nice, comfy, stay-at-home clothes and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast for himself and Arthur. Not long after cooking up some eggs, Arthur trudged into the kitchen, tiredly sitting at the table. "Bonjour Angleterre~ Did you sleep well?," Francis asked the boy, who was currently half asleep at the table. The only reply back was a little sleepy noise which made Francis chuckle.

After breakfast, which Arthur had ate mechanically, Francis brought the Brit upstairs to get him dressed. He looked through his clothes and found him something comfortable to wear. Arthur got dressed sloppily and the Frenchman had to turn his shirt inside out and around with a sigh. "Come on Arthur. How about we watch a movie?," the French nation asked as he carried Arthur to the living room. He momentarily sat Arthur on the couch and went to pick a movie to play. Francis decided that The Avengers was a fitting movie to play on a rainy day. Before he started the movie, Francis disappeared into the kitchen to make some popcorn in case they wanted it later. He came back placing the bowl on the table and clicking play for the movie.

Feeling a weight at his side, Francis glanced down to see Arthur leaning against him, blinking tiredly and looking up at him. Francis smiled softly and pulled the Brit onto his lap, gently rubbing his back and lulling the blond boy back to sleep. Arthur in return snuggled closer to Francis' chest and promptly fell back to sleep. Francis turned the volume of the movie down and hugged Arthur closer to his chest. Arthur woke up about an hour later with a large yawn, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out. "Morning sleepyhead~," Francis greeted in a teasing tone, allowing Arthur to sit up. "Good morning.. What are you doing?," the Brit asked, growing more awake by the second. "Watching Avengers. You weren't really awake when you woke up so I let you sleep some more," Francis told him.

Arthur glanced around and noticed he was sitting on Francis' lap, he grabbed the Frenchman's arms and pulled them around himself. Francis smiled down at him and Arthur replied with, "I was cold." "Of course," the older blond agreed. When the movie ended, Francis left to make some sandwiches, leaving Arthur alone in the living room. The Brit looked around and smiled brightly when he got an idea. Francis returned to the room with a small plate of sandwiches for the both of them but he didn't see Englishman anywhere. "Angleterre? Where'd you go?," Francis asked in concern but stopped when he heard giggling coming from the couch. He carefully walked over and realized there was what seemed to be like a small fort of pillows. With a smirk, Francis reached under the pillows and pulled out a squealing Arthur. "Hey that's not fair! You broke it!," Arthur exclaimed while the French nation laughed.

"I bet we could make a better one," he said in a secretive tone. "Really?!," Arthur asked in awe as the Frenchman left to grab some blankets and more pillows. "Come help me with this cher." When they finished building their fort, Arthur crawled inside and laughed. Francis followed after and smiled when he heard Arthur's genuine laugh. "Brilliant! Now out of my fort you scurvy dog!," Arthur exclaimed with his pirate voice, standing tall and puffing out his small chest. "Well if it isn't the infamous Captain Kirkland. I won't go easily!," Francis played along. The two of them spent the rest of their day playing pirates and other small games. 

At one point Arthur tried to get Francis to walk the plank only to have been caught by Francis and viciously tortured with tickles until he gave up his treasure. The Brit would push Francis down and announce his victory with Francis laying on the ground pretending to have lost, having been stabbed with Arthur's 'sword'. Francis couldn't remember the last time Arthur was this playful with him or anyone for that matter. The Brit was always serious and grumpy. Francis hoped that the spell wasn't changing Arthur's mind around. 

By the time Arthur had played himself out it was already bedtime.  The Englishman was laying hazardly on the couch under the pillows and blankets that made up their fort. The rain outside had only gotten worse from what it was this morning. Francis scooped the boy up and carried him back up to his own room. He felt bad when he had to momentarily wake him up just to get Arthur into his pajamas and then quickly tucked Arthur to bed with a small kiss on his forehead as a quiet good night was mumbled back. Francis also climbed into bed after getting dressed, bring completely tuckered out by today's activities.

Not long into the night, Arthur woke up, bolting into a sitting position and panting heavily. He flinched, his eyes darting wildly around his room as another crack of thunder was heard. Arthur hid under the blanket and whimpered as thunder was heard again. The loud sound of rain hitting the window wasn't helping the matter at the moment. Then the loudest roar of thunder Arthur ever heard rang through the air, sending the Brit running for Francis' room. "Francis! Francis! Wake up!,"Arthur cried, tears falling down his cheeks as he tugged at Francis' blanket. The Frenchman groaned and opened his eyes to see a crying Arthur in front of him, this instantly woke him up. "Arthur, mon cher, what's wrong?," Francis asked in concern, thunder being heard again. "I'm scared.. ," the Brit hiccupped, rubbing his eyes and crying softly.

Francis realized that Arthur was probably afraid of the storm and smiled softly. He scoot back in his bed and motioned for Arthur to climb on. "Would you like to stay here?," he asked quietly as Arthur grabbed onto his shirt, hiding his face. Francis wrapped his arms around the Brit protectively and held him close as the storm went on. He rubbed soothing circles on Arthur's back and whispered comforting words which helped turn Arthur's tears into small sniffles. Soon the small boy was breathing softly, being completely enveloped by Francis and basically under him. Francis in return kept Arthur close, making sure that he felt completely safe. He hated to see his Englishman in tears no matter what the reason was.  

A/N: There you have it folks. Oh what's this? HAPPY HETALIA DAY!! *throws sparkles everywhere* Please be sure to vote/comment! Thank you again for all those reads!! *teleports away*