Francis sat up from where he lay next to Arthur on the bed. His eyes sparkled and he pounced on Arthur. He kept hopping all over the bed.
"Francis. Francis please." Arthur's brow creased slightly, but he kept his eyes shut.
The Frenchman kept jumping around.
"Francis Bonnefoy would you please cut that out." Arthur opened his eyes and glared at Francis.
Francis stopped and tilted his head at Arthur.
"Thank you." Arthur closed his eyes.
Francis went back to hopping around on the bed.
"Oh. My. God. Stop." Arthur sat up.
Francis squeaked happily and jumped into Arthur's lap. "Art! Art! Art!"
Arthur sighed and ruffled Francis' hair. "You adorable jerk...."
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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...
