Arthur flopped onto the couch next to Francis. "I'll go get something out and about later...."
"Yes."
"Oh, now you're saying yes."
"Yes."
"I teach you when to say yes!" Arthur pounced on Francis and started tickling his sides.
Francis started rolling around laughing. "Noooo! Noooo! Noooo!"
Arthur stopped, smirking triumphantly.
Francis huffed quietly and flopped across Arthur's lap. His eyes sparkled, if only for a moment, the way they used to before he had hurt his head. The sparkle disappeared from the Frenchman's eyes and he reached up and lightly swatted at Arthur's face.
"So cute!" Arthur cooed.
"No."
"Cute!"
"No."
"Yes, I do believe so!"
"No! Scary!"
"Hmm... nah... you're definitely cute." Arthur booped Francis' nose.
"Nooooo!" Francis covered his face with his hands.
Arthur chuckled and pulled Francis entirely onto his lap and into a sitting position. The Frenchman removed his hands from his face and started sucking on his thumb.
Arthur pulled Francis' thumb out of his mouth. "No no no... no fingers in mouths."
Francis whimpered and rested his head against Arthur's chest. Arthur sighed and ruffled Francis' hair.
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The Little Things
FanfictionFrancis 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...
