The Little Things

🌹Sixteen🌹

Arthur held a cup to Francis' lips, helping him drink and spill as little as possible. Francis suddenly pushed it away and grunted angrily.

"Francis."

"No."

Arthur's eyebrows knitted together as he frowned. "You need to drink it, Francis."

"No!" Francis crossed his arms and pouted.

"Drink it!"

"No!"

Arthur suddenly stood up. "Why do you always have to be like this?!" He loudly put the cup down on the coffee table before angrily stomping up the stairs.

Francis could hear a door upstairs being slammed shut.

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Arthur's mind spun with thoughts of Francis' dazzling blue eyes. He was splayed out on his bed, arm covering his face. A low growl sounded from deep in his throat. Why could he never get that frog out of his mind?!

The door quietly clicked open and Francis stuck his head in. He crawled over to the bed and pulled himself up.

"Go away, Frenchie," Arthur snarled.

"No."

Arthur sat up and glared at Francis. "Get out."

"No." Francis pulled himself into Arthur's lap.

"Off."

"No." The Frenchman grabbed Arthur's head and pulled his scowling face into his neck.

"What-" Arthur slowly breathed in and curled his arms around Francis.

Francis ran his fingers through Arthur's hair soothingly.

"How dare you come in here with your rose-y scent and calm me down, you jerk."