Arthur rubbed one of his eyes as he opened the door to his room. He had put Francis to bed before going and working in his garden. He was now extremely tired.
Francis was curled up asleep on his bed.
Arthur quickly changed his clothes and flopped down onto his bed. He wrapped his arms around Francis and pulled him tight against himself.
The Frenchman groaned tiredly as Arthur roughly shoved his face into his neck.
Arthur growled softly and pressed his face tighter against Francis' neck.
Francis placed a hand on Arthur's head. "Breathe... calm...."
"Don't bloody tell me what to do, frog." Regardless of what he had said, Arthur started deeply breathing in Francis' calming rosey scent. "I hate you."
"Thanks."
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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...
