The Little Things

🌹Four🌹

     Francis pulled himself onto the bed in Arthur's guest room. He didn't quite know how he knew that it was the guest room, he just did. It was some small thought from long ago, tucked away in the back of his mind, safe from the blow to his head.

     He burrowed under the blankets and laid there, curled into a ball.

     Arthur, who had been following him, stood in the doorway, smiling slightly at the lump under the blankets.

     Francis poked his face out from under the blankets and grinned childishly at Arthur. "Art! ArtArtArtArtArtArt!"

     Arthur walked over to the bed and knelt down on the floor in front of Francis. He booped Francis' nose, causing the Frenchman to stick his tongue out and tilt his head in confusion.

     Francis quickly backed up, hiding himself entirely under the blanket.

     Arthur lifted the blanket to see Francis' blue eyes shining out at him. He crawled under the blanket and lay in front of Francis, not saying anything. His eyes glanced over the dark space where he knew Francis lay. Arthur sat up and slowly reached out, his fingers lightly touched the long-haired man's ear.

     Francis moved forward to cuddle into Arthur, he wrapped his arms around the green-eyed man's midsection.

     "Ack!" Arthur's face became bright red, though it was so dark under the blanket that it couldn't be seen. "F- Francis!" He placed his hands on Francis to push him away, but he forced himself to let his hands fall back down to his side. He knew that if he upset Francis in any way, it could lead to him crying. Arthur most certainly did not want to deal with that.

     After a few minutes, the sound of Francis yawning could be heard and the Frenchman pulled his arms away from Arthur.

     "Hmm..." Arthur hummed, "I suppose it is getting rather late.... Do you want to sleep now? Or do you want some food first?"

     "Mmph."

     "That's not very helpful." Arthur felt Francis' hand pat his face. "Why?"

     "Mmph!"

     "Again... that's not very helpful!" He lifted the blanket off of Francis and him.

     Francis' hair was all messed up and he was grinning happily. His eyes sparkled mischievously in the light of the setting sun coming from the window next to the bed. He tackled Arthur and they tumbled onto the floor.

     "Ah! What the heck Francis!" Arthur's eyebrows knitted together in a scowl as he squirmed to get free from the Frenchman pining him to the floor.

     Francis just giggled and buried his face in Arthur's neck.

     "How are you so freakin' heavy?!" Arthur huffed before giving up at trying to get free.