Francis looked up at Arthur from where he lay, sprawled out, on the living room floor.
Arthur placed a foot on Francis' stomach. "I have beaten the mighty France and I now claim it as my own! Ha ha ha!"
Francis huffed and lightly pushed on Arthur's foot, not moving him at all.
"Wow... I guess you're not so mighty after all...."
"Meany."
"Yep, that's me. The meanest of the mean."
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The Little Things
FanficFrancis 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...
