A drunk Francis stumbles into Arthur's house at night, and Arthur has to take care of him. He starts getting unfamiliar feelings in his stomach and chest whenever he thinks about the blonde haired frog. But when a drunk Francis unexpectedly kisses Arthur, how will Arthur react?

Another day, another meeting leaving Arthur exhausted and upset. The cause of it all? An annoying Frenchman that just won't leave him alone. Finally being tired of it all, Arthur decides to find a spell that will get rid of Francis once and for all. But with Arthur's skills in magic, something goes horribly wrong. As a result he is forced to live and be taken care of by Francis. Will Arthur be able to rely on his enemy until the spell wears off?

FrUk fan fiction. Its my first time writing fan fiction so please leave reviews and any criticism :)

CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN.

(Not a song fic, sorry:3 ) Arthur is in denial of being in love with Francis. But as the two progress, do English and the French come together? Just some FrUk fluff 'n' stuff. :3 (COMPLETED)

Just random little one shots I'm too lazy to develop! Feel free to leave requests of what you'd like to see them do.

What is love? Well, mon ami, that's a hard question. Love is something that corrupts every inch of your soul, resulting in an endless desperation. A desperation, not only to held, but also to be loved back by a certain someone. Le amour is not only an emotion, but a need. Something that keeps you going.

A few 2P FrUK one-shots. Originally a lot of fluffs, then I went back and added more angsty things... There are not a lot of 2P pairing fics I think, and I love getting to contribute to making more to fix that. As with anything I write, feel free to comment something you want to have me write for 2P FrUK (or something else X)) Picture and APH still not mine :)

Ask or dare france and England anything

There are three days, out of 365 days, in which Arthur James Kirkland secludes himself from the outside world. He was perfectly content locking himself in his bedroom for these twenty four hour increments, and sulking in the all too painful memories. Unluckily for Arthur, as soon as a certain frenchman discovered this, he vowed to put an end to it. This, dear reader, is the story of how every year, on July fourth, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is dragged, very much against his will, to spend his day with Francis Bonnefoy. But maybe...Just possibly... He enjoys these days a trifle more than he lets on. Warning: This fanfiction includes a tickle war, snuggling, extreme fluff, & a very drunk Iggy