FrUk one shots

B is for...

(WELL HELLO EVERYONE YES AM HERE HAS BEEN LONG TIME. I would just like to apologize for how long I have been gone, my grandfather has recently passed away so I was dealing with that and finals and everything so it was just a big bundle of shit pushed onto me all of a sudden. But, I am much more happy now and it's summer! So I have a lot more time to do things that I actually want to do with my life, instead of learning about triangles and doing standardized testing even though when I'm in the "real world" I will just google something if I need to. Okay! Sorry about that little rant. Onto the story!)

Beaches...
Arthur sat down in his fold up chair quite happily. The Brit crossed one pale leg over top of the other as he leaned back, the umbrella keeping him shaded. He looked down at his book, flipping to the bookmarked page and only got a few minutes of peace before he heard "Arthur! Come swim with us!"

Arthur sighed and tilted his head up, watching as Francis, his boyfriend, flung his arms around frantically and two other men waved too. Arthur rolled his eyes and went back to look at his book before he realized, there were two other men with his man. "Oh I do not bloody think so."

He set his book down and stormed off, people avoiding him as they could see the aura of anger around him. "Ah! Mon amour! This i-" Francis started but was cut off by "I don't care. Goodbye." From Arthur. The Brit grabbed Francis's arm and yanked him away, ignoring the other man's words of confusion.

"Ah, you're jealous. I get it now." Francis said teasingly. "Shut up." Arthur said with a glare and tried not to soften it when Francis slipped his arms around Arthur's waist. Arthur turned to the side with a pout but a little smile grew on his face as Francis  said "You will always be my number one Arthur. Always."

Baking...
"BOOM!" Was the loud noise that came from the kitchen, along with smoke and coughing. "Mom dieu mon dieu mon dieu! What did he do to my kitchen!" Francis said to himself as he ran down the stairs. "Arthur! Are you okay?" He said in concern.

Arthur nodded and said "Y-yes just fine." As he hid his hands behind his back. Francis walked over and said "let me see your hands." And sighed as he saw the burn marks. "What did you do..." he asked softly as he looked over Arthur's hands to see how bad the burns were.

"I-I forgot about o-oven mitts...plus the scones exploded so..." Arthur mumbled and trailed off. Francis shook his head and carried Arthur to the sink, running his hands under cold water. "Next time, tell me that you're baking and I'll help. Okay? I don't want you getting hurt again." Francis said softly and kissed Arthur's cheek. "Okay." Arthur mumbled and leaned into Francis.

Bloom...
"Look, look! It's blooming!" Arthur smiled brightly as he pulled Francis over to his little cactus garden he had. "What should we name it?" He asked. "Louis." Francis replied with immediately, to which Arthur responded with "No way in hell."

"Henry!" "Louis!" "Henry!" "Louis!" Is what went on and on for hours, until a certain Frenchman may have won from a quite intense kiss, even though Arthur considered that cheating.

Bark...
"His bark is bigger than his bite." The very nice lady at the dog shelter said as Arthur came along an adorable looking corgi. "I'll take him." The Brit said the second he saw the little guy.

Arthur took the small dog home, deciding to take him out for a walk after a few hours of the dog getting used to its new house. Arthur had named the dog George. A very fitting name for a very handsome dog.

As Arthur and George explored the city and walked along together, Arthur didn't even notice when George stopped to acquaint himself with another dog. That is, until he noticed the man who was walking along side said dog.

The man had long hair, and was stunning in Arthur's eyes. He was immediately head over heels once he man said "Bonjour. My name is Francis."