FrUk - nonlemon

You didn't do what?

"Dad? How did you and Francis meet again?" Alfred asked Arthur. Arthur was currently reading a book on the couch while Francis was making dinner. Matthew and Alfred were taking a nap, but it seems like they woke up.

"Hm, well, Francis and I met in a country far from here. I was naive and young and looked up to him, but soon I felt something else," Arthur said, not looking up from his book.

"Are you married to the frog?"

"Yes, I'm married to the frog- wait... How did you learn that?" Arthur asked, finally looking at Alfred holding a stuffed eagle.

"You said it once. I woke up one night, but your door was locked and you screamed that Francis was a frog," Alfred said innocently, still looking at his father. Arthur could hear Francis snickering in the kitchen before he came in and sat next to Arthur.

"Oh, oui. I remember that night very well. 'ow did it go again? Oh, you 'ad your face in zhe pillows and-"

"FRANCIS!" Arthur screamed, his face rivaling the tomatoes Antonio gives Francis once a month.

"Papa, why is Awthuw scweaming?" Matthew asked, walking into the living room, rubbing his eyes and holding his little bear. Francis awwed at the sight of his infant.

"Oh, mon fils. Arthur est tout simplement dit Alfred sur la façon dont nous nous sommes rencontrés," Francis said, waving his hand around. Matthew understood perfectly, while Arthur and Alfred looked at Francis like he had just grew another head.

"Oh..." Matthew said, going towards Francis and sitting between him and Arthur. "You guys mawwied each othew, wight?" Matthew asked.

"Of course! We married each other before we got you two," Francis said. Arthur and Francis suddenly looked over to see Alfred sniffling and on the verge of crying.

"What's wrong, Al?" Arthur asked. He didn't like seeing Alfred crying - it broke his fragile heart.

"I didn't get to go to the wedding!" Al suddenly said, before wailing and hugging his father's leg. Francis had to hold his hand over his mouth to keep from full out laughing.

"Oh, Alfred. I'm sorry you weren't able to go to the wedding. If it makes you feel better, we can watch the wedding ceremony on video," Arthur suggested. Suddenly, Francis stopped chuckling and looked at Arthur with a serious expression.

"Arthur... We didn't record zhe wedding," Francis said. Arthur looked back at him, shocked.

"I told you to record the bloody thing!" Arthur yelled. Next thing you know, they're yelling at each other, making Matthew start crying and Alfred cry even harder. They stopped yelling when both of the boys were crying and had to decide to do something.

"I know what we can do!" Francis said, leaving Matthew with Arthur and going into the bedroom.

"What the?"

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"Alfred, Matthew, come on in here!" Francis said. Arthur got up, too, but Francis told him to stay put. "This is only for Alfred and Matthew to see."

"Alright, alright. Geez," Arthur said, sitting down on the couch and opening up his book again.

-

"Now, Alfred, stay on the bed and hold open the book. Just say what's on the papers as best as you can, okay?"

"Yes, sir!" Alfred said, saluting Francis. Francis smiled and turned to Matthew, who was holding a pillow with two gummy rings.

"Now, Matthew, after Arthur walks in, you walk behind him, carrying the pillow with the rings, okay?"

"Oui,"

"Okay, let's get Arthur in here!" Francis said, before opening the door. "Arthur! Come on in here!"

"What the bloody hell is it now, frog?" Arthur asked. He had just gotten to the good part of his book when Francis needed him to go to the bedroom. Arthur walked in to see that Francis had decorated in. The bed was covered in rose petals, there were unlit candles on the floor, leading to where Francis was standing and Alfred was standing (but on the bed) holding a large book. Arthur raised one big eyebrow and walked down the makeshift aisle. "I can't believe you did this,"

"Eh, it would make zhe little ones 'appy, so why not?" Francis said, shrugging. Arthur could tell this was also a way of saying 'sorry, I forgot to record our wedding'.

"Alright..." Arthur said, noticing Matthew was standing with two plastic gummy rings on a pillow. Francis reached down and grabbed the rings, handing one to Arthur. Matthew then ran off to the camera in the corner of the room that was recording the whole thing.

"Now, Arthur, do you take Francis, the frog, to be your husband?" Alfred said, snickering a little at the part he added in. Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I'd love to,"

"And do you, Francis, take my dad to be your husband?"

"Oui,"

"Does that mean yes?"

"Yes, it does,"

"Then you can kiss!" Alfred said, dropping the book and raising his hands. Francis grabbed Arthur, dipping him before giving him a little too passionate kiss. Matthew stopped recording and Alfred gagged at the sight. "Gross,"

"I love you, frog,"

"I love you, too,"

"Hey... is something burning?" Arthur asked, sniffing the air. Francis' eyes widened before he dropped Arthur, making him let out a string of curses.

"I FORGOT ABOUT THE FOOD!"