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

Chapter 9

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Francis shuffled around on his bed, something was different. He could feel it...and it was on his chest. His eyes darted open and he looked down to see Arthur sprawled out on his chest, holding on to the Frenchman's shirt and breathing softly.

Francis furrowed his brow in confusion, wondering why Arthur was sleeping with him. He remembered it was raining and then they went to their own rooms.. And then he woke up because Arthur was crying...because there was thunder. Ah.

Hearing a whimper come out of Arthur made Francis frown. He ran a hand through the Brit's hair and Arthur instantly quieted down. Francis sighed, a small smile playing on his lips.

This made him remember when they were both children, playing in the fields and making flower crowns. Arthur being the stubborn person he always was and trying to act tough. He missed those days.

Seeing Arthur in his little green cloak and innocently playing like the child that he was with the bunnies. His frustrated frowns when he couldn't make a crown and then spending days trying to perfect it just so he could give it to Francis.

Back then everything was simpler. But as they grew older Arthur started to hate Francis more and more. Nowadays they wouldn't be able to be near each other and not fight or argue.

This was why Francis really wanted to change the way Arthur thought of him. He missed the times when Arthur would come rushing to him whenever he scrapped himself. And Arthur being a child now, it bright back those memories.

Francis snapped out of his musings when he heard a yawn. He glanced down to see Arthur blinking tiredly. "Bonjour mon petit lapin. Did you sleep well?" Francis asked, slowly sitting up so Arthur was sitting in his lap

Arthur rubbed his eyes and snuggled closer to Francis' chest. "Mhm..," he mumbled. "Why am I in your bed?"

"There was a thunderstorm last night," Francis replied, standing up with Arthur in his arms and carrying him to his room to get him dressed for the day. He figured that he'd get ready after he made Arthur some breakfast, so he brought Arthur to the kitchen and sat him on the counter.

"Mon cher.. As much as I love you being little and adorable like this and not hating me. I would.. How much longer will your magic last? I miss fighting with you and arguing. Teasing, bothering you, and pulling pranks on you..," Francis sighed. "I really miss flirting with you and watching you blush in embarrassment."

Arthur tilted his thoughtfully with a small frown before throwing himself into the Frenchman's arms and smiling. "But you always complained how I was annoying and how much you hate me and that you liked me better when we were kids."

Francis stared at the little Brit in his arms with wide eyes. "Arthur.. Are you saying you could have ended the spell already?"

The small blonde squirmed out of Francis' arms and stood on the floor, glaring up at Francis with his arms crossed. "You always say that you love me, that I'm the only one.. But then you start flirting with everyone! You say one thing but then you go and contradict yourself! How the bloody hell do you think that makes me feel?!"

Francis stared at Arthur, not knowing what to say to the sudden outburst. He squat down to be at Arthur's level. "Angleterre.. What are you saying? You hate me, you always said so and acted like it. I..I don't understand.. You said the spell would wear off by itself."

Arthur tried to keep himself composed like a gentleman but it wasn't working out so well. "You were always so bloody annoying! The spell was meant for you! But it backfired and then you found me and at first I hated you so much because you treated me like a child!"

Hot tears were pouring out of Arthur's eyes. "But then.. You were being so nice to me.. You helped me, cooked for me, played with me.. You were there whenever I started crying over something trivial, comforted me.. You made me laugh and feel happy.. And I realized that I couldn't hate you.. Half of me was beyond angry at myself for acting this way.."

"And the other half...was happy.. Like I could just give in and enjoy myself without any worries in life.. That you were there and I didn't need anything else.. That I could be the child that I was.. I was angry that I couldn't differentiate what my true thoughts were on the matter because that stupid spell was messing with my head! I was hating you less and less.. So I figured...why not just stay like this since I felt loved and wanted and not tormented and teased constantly.."

Francis was bewildered at the sudden turn of events and opened his mouth dumbly before closing it again. Was that really how Arthur felt? How could he have not noticed? He must have been so blinded by what he wanted that he didn't notice what he had. "Arthur? I.."

Arthur looked up at Francis, sniffling and crying. "I...I had realized that I started falling for you while I stayed here.. I know that half of my thoughts were affected but...I'm certain of myself now.. It's terrifying because I don't know if that's what I always thought or if it was planted in my head based on what was happening at the moment.."

"I WOULD SAY THAT I HATE YOU BUT THAT WOULD BE LYING TO MYSELF YOU BLOODY FROG!!" Arthur yelled out before running away from the flabbergasted Frenchman. Before Francis could so much as say anything he heard the door slam shut.

"Arthur.. Merde!!" Francis quickly got to his feet and ran after Arthur. "Arthur? Arthur!? Arthur come back!!" Francis shouted, frantically looking around everywhere. He couldn't have gotten far!! "ARTHUR!!"

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