King Arthur (APH fan-fic) (UNFINISHED)

He blocked Francis's swing, the two blades ringing loudly. Suddenly, his sword was flying through the air and Francis's blade was at his neck. "Arthur!" Peter cried out. "Take this you jerk!" He rushed Francis, only to get pushed to the ground. Arthur would of yelled, but the cool metal against his flesh reminded him that wasn't exactly the smartest move. "Zis is truly pitiful." Francis took the blade away, giving Arthur a look of slight disgust. "You will be back here tomorrow, same time." He then left the two alone. Peter got off the floor, dusting himself off. "Your both jerk-faces." He grumbled. (Note-countries will go by human names, and the only similarities to the actual tale of King Arthur is the name and the sword in the stone)