The Little Things

⭐️Thirty-One⭐️

     Arthur glared at Francis. He was done. He was done with trying to stay calm. He was done with doing everything. And he was done with trying so hard just to get pushed away.

     The Englishman stomped out of his house, slamming the door shut.

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     After calming down, Arthur went back to his house. He slowly opened the door.

     Francis was sitting in the middle of the room, shivering and soaking wet.

     "Francis!" Arthur ran forward and sat on the ground in front of the Frenchman and quickly pulled him into his lap. "What on Earth happened?!"

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     Francis sneezed and cuddled into Arthur. He was wrapped in a blanket, not wearing anything, since all of his clothes needed to be washed.

     Arthur sighed and ruffled Francis' hair. "If you get sick, don't blame me.... I didn't make you go outside!"

     "Art...." Francis looked up at Arthur with his nose buried in the blanket.

     "Don't look at me like that...."

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     Francis sneezed before groaning loudly. "Death...." His voice was quiet and raspy.

     Arthur sighed and pulled the dark green sweater over Francis' head. "You"ll be fine." He picked up the Frenchman and sat down on his bed, cradling him in his arms.

     "Noooo...."

     "Yes. Don't argue with me."

     "Hmph." Francis sneezed again and leaned his head against Arthur's chest.

     "Good boy." Arthur kissed the top of Francis' head.

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     Arthur really didn't care if he got sick. What he really cared about was making sure that Francis would be okay. Which is why he sat next to Francis on the couch, trying to get him to eat.

     Francis started crying and put up his hands, blocking the food, that Arthur was feeding him, from reaching his mouth.

     "I know you don't feel good... but you need to eat something...!" He grabbed Francis and gently pulled him into his lap before trying to feed him again.

     "No!" Francis pushed away the food.

     "If you eat a little bit... I'll...." He softly tapped Francis' neck.

     The Frenchman immediately grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled the food into his mouth. "Num."

      Arthur smiled and kept feeding him until he started rejecting the food again.

     Francis looked up at Arthur. "You say.... You say...."

     "Right... of course." Arthur curled his arms around Francis and buried his face in Francis' neck. They both became relaxed and calm.

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     Francis coughed loudly and pushed himself away from Arthur. "Nooo."

     "Are you okay, Fra-.... Goodness no." Arthur stood up and picked up Francis before quickly rushing off to the bathroom.

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     Arthur pulled the shaking Francis into his lap.

     "Whyyyy..?" Francis groaned. "Food need stay down...."

     "You brought this upon yourself, my Frenchie...." Arthur gently rubbed Francis' back. "I hope you've learned your lesson...."

     "Never again. No thank."

     Arthur chuckled. "Good boy...."

I wrote this over the span of a few days... and in the middle of it... I got sick. 😒