The Little Things

Thank!

Here's some things that I wrote but never inserted into the story... so yeah! Thank for reading! I hope you enjoy!

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     Arthur dropped a box on his foot, streams of curses spilled from his mouth. "Shiiii-"

    Francis walked into the room, oblivious of what he had just heard. He looked over at Arthur.

    "Sugar! Sugar! I was going to say sugar!" Arthur smiled nervously at Francis. "Because you are sweet as sugar, sugar! Ha ha... yeah...."

    Francis smiled and kissed Arthur's cheek before walking out of the room.

    Arthur sighed with relief and flopped down into a chair. "That was close...."

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*Memory*

     Francis sat outside his house, quietly taking everything in. His delightful morning was suddenly interrupted when a certain bushy-browed man stomped up to him.

     "Ah! Angleterre! What brings you here?" He smiled and stood up to greet Arthur.

     "You know exactly what brings me here, Frog." The English nation sneered.

     Francis' face gained a confused look. "No... actually... I don't...."

     Arthur crossed his arms, his face turning bright red. "W- Well I'm sure you've done something."

     The Frenchman smirked. "Even if I did do something, that wouldn't explain why you came to my house.... Normally you'd just wait for a meeting.... So, why are you really here?"

     Arthur's face somehow managed to become redder. "B- Because... I-...." He suddenly turned around and ran away.

     Francis chuckled and shook his head as he watched the Englishman get farther and farther away.

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*Memory*

     Arthur kept his eyes focused on the meeting table. Francis hadn't stopped looking at him since the meeting started. He fidgeted in his seat, fingers tapping quietly on the armrest.

     The Frenchman next to him smirking, hands folded confidently in his lap.

     Arthur forced his fingers to stop moving. He would not let that stupid frog accomplish whatever it was he was trying to do.

     The meeting ended and Arthur stood to start collecting his papers. Feeling a presence behind him, he whirled around. "F- Francis, wh- what do you want?"

     The blue-eyed man smiled. "I wanted to know if you would want to come to my house and chat."

     "No way!"

     Francis' smile never faltered. "There'll be tea. Oh, and I'll make those cookies that you really like!"

    Arthur crossed his arms and huffed quietly. "Fine. But only because I'll get cookies and tea. There's no other reason. None at all."

     "Alright.... Well, let's go!" He offered his arm to Arthur who only scoffed and started walking away.