Hurting (FrUk)

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Arthur walked into the conference room with a limp that caught the attention of only one of the people waiting inside.

"What's wrong, mon ami?" Francis called.

Arthur tripped slightly.

"I hit my leg on an end table last night."

Francis crossed to him and helped him to his seat.

"Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine in a couple days."

Francis took the seat next to him and Arthur was vaguely annoyed.

"You can go back to your seat now."

"Non." He pointed at the seat he had been sitting in and they saw Prussia sitting there. "He took it."

Arthur sighed.

"Fine. Just don't try and pull anything!"

"Of course not!" Francis said with hurt in his voice. "I wouldn't dream of trying anyzing while you're injured!"

"Good."

They sat in silence for the rest of the meeting.

When it was finally over, Arthur stood up and started heading for the door.

His leg gave out beneath him and he fell to the ground.

"Angleterre!" Francis yelled as he ran over to the man.

"Yo British dude! Are you okay?!"

"I simply fell. I'm perfectly healthy."

Francis ignored that and scooped him into his arms.

"Put me down this instant! I don't need your help!"

Francis made sure that Arthur wasn't going to be able to get away and walked out the door.

"Are you listening to me at all?!" Arthur demanded.

"Oui. But you obviously are 'urt and need 'elp."

Arthur kept fighting to remove himself from the Frenchman, but was unsuccessful.

Francis managed to get Arthur to his car and laid him in the backseat.

He locked the door before the man could grab it.

"Let me out of here!"

"Non. I'm going to take care of you."

Arthur glared at him.

Francis slipped into the driver's seat and started the car.

"This is kidnapping you know!"

"Mon petit chou, calm down. I'm not going to do anyzing zat you don't like."

Arthur continued to glare, but lay back down on the seat.

"I'm glad ze meeting is in Lyon. I can drive to my home in Rhône-Alpes in less zan deux heures."

"Don't you have a home in Lyon?" Arthur asked a little desperately. He didn't fancy being alone with Francis in the middle of the country.

Francis shook his head.

"Not anymore. It burned down last year," he said sadly.

Arthur didn't say anything.

Surely he should have heard of such an event but apparently he paid even less attention to the French nation then he thought.

Francis pushed a button on the control panel and music filled the car.

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