FrUk one shots

A is for...

Affection~

"Francis?" The British man mumbled as he turned to look at his blue eyed spouse. "Yes mon amour?" The French man asked in a deep, groggy voice. Arthur smiled slightly and moved closer to his husband, feeling the sheets bunch in different areas as he moved. Francis closed his eyes and gently wrapped his arms around Arthur's slim waist "I love you." Arthur finally spoke after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "I know. I love you too lapin." Arthur smiled and put a hand on Francis' cheek "You know...if I never met you, I would not be doing this at all." Arthur said "What do you mean?" Francis asked, a little confused "I mean...your sappy love shit has gotten to me. I'm all, affectionate and soft now." Arthur mumbled "Oh come on...it's not that bad." Francis said and pressed his lips to Arthur's 'no it is not.' Arthur thought as he smiled and pressed into the kiss.

America~

Stumbling, knees buckling under him, Arthur struggled to take another step but his legs failed him as he fell down. Mud splashed up as his knees made impact with the ground and he got covered in it, but he didn't care. The only thing he actually had any notice to was the many men standing in front of him, and the gun pointed at his head. He slowly looked up at the younger nation and sobbed quietly "Why? Why?!" He screamed and heard a gun shot, as it went black and he felt his body hit the ground.

Sitting up and screaming, Arthur gasped for breath and pulled his knees to his chest after he realized it was just a nightmare, nothing new to him. He should have expected it, and he sort of did. But something he didn't expect was the steps he could hear running down the hall towards his room. He was scared, shaking and crying. At this pointed he didn't care who, or even what it was coming for him.

Squinting as the door in his room was flung open, and light streamed into his dark room, Arthur looked up slowly at the man that stood in front of him now. "Arthur..." Francis whispered and sat down beside him, frowning when he reached out the Englishman moved away slightly. Sighing, Francis pulled Arthur into his arms "I won't hurt you. I don't care care about what that dumb American did to you, it was a dream. And I will never let you get hurt." Francis spoke softly to the crying man in his arms. So fragile, so weak, yet strong. Beautiful. Arthur nodded slowly and whispered "N-never leave me?" "Never." Was the quiet reply he got