Arthur blinked awake. He lifted his hand and started combing his fingers through Francis' hair. If he had been fully awake he would have continued to struggle to get free from the Frenchman still laying on him.
Francis tiredly nuzzled Arthur's neck. Arthur hummed happily and closed his eyes.
They laid there for a while before Francis sneezed and started crying.
Arthur sighed and leaned his head against Francis'. "What's wrong?"
"Mmph!"
"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
Francis nodded, sniffling loudly.
"Well, you're going to have to get off of me then...."
The blue-eyed man rolled off of Arthur and sat up. Arthur got to his feet and wandered out of the room, gesturing for Francis to follow him.
****
The Englishman scowled at the cookbook that lay open on the kitchen counter. Francis clung to his leg and looked up at him curiously.
"Hmm... what about- no... no... that won't do..." he flipped through a few pages. "Nope. No way. Alrighty then, sandwiches it is!" Arthur looked down at Francis. "Are you good with that?"
Francis looked up and smiled, not really sure what Arthur was talking about. Arthur chuckled and started trying to move around the kitchen to get the things he needed, with Francis still clinging onto his leg.
YOU ARE READING
The Little Things
Fiksi PenggemarFrancis hurts his head, resulting in him forgetting nearly everything. Arthur is stuck with taking care of him. I'm not very good at writing story descriptions... please don't let this keep you from reading the story.... (Sequel to this is My Darlin...
