My Big-Wait,Little Brother?!

Mon Petit Chou

It was already starting to get dark and Arthur was getting tired,jeez.He was a chubby baby and all he wanted to do was go to sleep,not eat,play,anything.Probably because he was with Francis,the person he hated the most.

Mmm . . . I don't want him to go to sleep just yet . . . 

He thought,walking closer to Arthur,extending his arms to reach him and picked him up,kissing and blowing raspberry on his little cheeks.Of course,Arthur fussed and pushed him away,whining.France kept on doing it,chuckling of how Arthur refused his little offer.He stopped after about 2 minutes,smiling at him.Arthur frowned,looking away.

" F . . . F . . . "

Francis looked at him with a confused face,soon being surprised.

" Are you trying to say 'Franny' ? "

He said with a happy and excited smile.

" F- . . F- . . Food "

Francis giggled,actually believing that England would say his name.It was still cute to him,but he was still a bit disappointed.He got up with Arthur in his arms and walked in the kitchen,opening the fridge and getting out some baby food that he somewhat has for French reasons.He warmed it up a bit and fed it to Arthur,who was surprisingly eating it.Francis smiled at the sight of little Arthur and being able to take care of him.Heh,kinda reminds him of the old days,now he just feels like a father.
After Arthur was fed,Francis decided to bathe him tomorrow,so he took him to bed with him and read a bedtime story to Arthur,soon singing a soft,gentle lullaby.Shortly after,Arthur was asleep.France kissed his forehead and laid down.

" Bonne nuit , mon petit chou ~ "