[fic for phiradesu] Lame Excuses, FrUK
So sorry that it's taken me this long! I got a bit sick. :P
Title: Lame Excuses
Author: lily_winterwood for phiradesu
Characters or Pairings: France/England
Rating: PG
Warnings: none…. unless you count a totally random plotline as something worth warning.
Description: England really has the lamest excuses for jumping at France.
~~
“l’Angleterre?”
“What?”
“I understand how irresistible I am, but you didn’t have to jump at me.”
“Shut up, frog.” Arthur Kirkland glared up at Francis Bonnefoy from his place on his chest. “Th-there was a tree branch in the way and you weren’t looking out for it no matter how much I yelled, so I had to go and push you out of the way.”
Francis chuckled. “That, m’Angleterre, is the worst excuse you ever came up with.”
Arthur huffed irritably. “Shut up,” he repeated.
~~
That morning, they had been riding horses in the French countryside. At first Arthur had refused, but when Francis threatened to blackmail him with those pictures he took on April Fool’s day he grumpily conceded.
Surprisingly enough for both of them, the ride started out smoother than expected.
~~
“So what’s the new reason, hm?” Francis teased.
“Um… my horse threw a shoe?”
Francis laughed. “Well then, kindly get off of my chest so I can go and examine that,” he said good-naturedly.
Arthur promptly stood up, letting the Frenchman get up as well to wander over to where their horses were.
“Oho,” Francis said. “Not true. You are a terrible liar, l’Angleterre.”
Arthur blushed.
~~
They stopped their horses by a small creek for lunch. Arthur had offered the day before to pack the picnic basket, but Francis had grimaced and insisted that he do so. Naturally it had led into a long argument over the quality of Arthur’s food.
In the end, Francis got his way again and lunch was a five-course meal. It was only to be expected, especially since Francis’s boss had implemented a school lunch program that gave even kindergarteners a five-course meal that never repeated itself for two months.
Arthur found himself liking Francis’s cooking more than he’d care to admit.
~~
“Tell me the real reason why you jumped from your horse,” Francis said quietly as he headed back to where Arthur was standing.
Arthur inched away from him. “It’s a really stupid reason,” he replied.
“Even more stupid than your other reasons?”
Arthur grimaced. “Shut up, frog.”
~~
It happened quickly. There had been a flash of color in the bushes.
Arthur stiffened in his seat a little. Francis paid no heed to his companion’s sudden tenseness; he continued his story about the girl he seduced under the Eiffel Tower the other day. Arthur had ceased paying attention, though.
Another flash. Arthur’s paranoid side came into play. What if that creature was dangerous? As much as he hated Francis, he had always maintained the philosophy that no one else could hurt Francis as much as he. If the creature was capable of killing the Frenchman, then he’d have no frog to mock.
Whey they took a sudden turn into a forest, Arthur looked over his shoulder. Another flash of color.
Arthur leapt.
~~
“So it turned out to be one of my fairies,” Arthur finished, blushing furiously.
“More like a trick of the light, l’Angleterre,” Francis replied smugly.
Arthur bristled. “They do exsist!”
“Mais je les n’ai pas connus.”
“Speak English, frog,” Arthur growled.
“But I’ve never met them,” Francis answered.
“That’s because they don’t want to be molested.”
Francis chuckled. “Well then! Since I can’t seduce one of your fairy friends, I’ll just settle for you instead!” With that, he was pressing Arthur up against a tree, attacking the Briton’s mouth with his own.
As Arthur kissed back, he heard the faint sounds of fairy laughter in the bushes.
~~
Author’s Notes: Francis’s school lunch system is real. For srs. Makes you want to go to school in France, oui?
Title: Lame Excuses
Author: lily_winterwood for phiradesu
Characters or Pairings: France/England
Rating: PG
Warnings: none…. unless you count a totally random plotline as something worth warning.
Description: England really has the lamest excuses for jumping at France.
~~
“l’Angleterre?”
“What?”
“I understand how irresistible I am, but you didn’t have to jump at me.”
“Shut up, frog.” Arthur Kirkland glared up at Francis Bonnefoy from his place on his chest. “Th-there was a tree branch in the way and you weren’t looking out for it no matter how much I yelled, so I had to go and push you out of the way.”
Francis chuckled. “That, m’Angleterre, is the worst excuse you ever came up with.”
Arthur huffed irritably. “Shut up,” he repeated.
~~
That morning, they had been riding horses in the French countryside. At first Arthur had refused, but when Francis threatened to blackmail him with those pictures he took on April Fool’s day he grumpily conceded.
Surprisingly enough for both of them, the ride started out smoother than expected.
~~
“So what’s the new reason, hm?” Francis teased.
“Um… my horse threw a shoe?”
Francis laughed. “Well then, kindly get off of my chest so I can go and examine that,” he said good-naturedly.
Arthur promptly stood up, letting the Frenchman get up as well to wander over to where their horses were.
“Oho,” Francis said. “Not true. You are a terrible liar, l’Angleterre.”
Arthur blushed.
~~
They stopped their horses by a small creek for lunch. Arthur had offered the day before to pack the picnic basket, but Francis had grimaced and insisted that he do so. Naturally it had led into a long argument over the quality of Arthur’s food.
In the end, Francis got his way again and lunch was a five-course meal. It was only to be expected, especially since Francis’s boss had implemented a school lunch program that gave even kindergarteners a five-course meal that never repeated itself for two months.
Arthur found himself liking Francis’s cooking more than he’d care to admit.
~~
“Tell me the real reason why you jumped from your horse,” Francis said quietly as he headed back to where Arthur was standing.
Arthur inched away from him. “It’s a really stupid reason,” he replied.
“Even more stupid than your other reasons?”
Arthur grimaced. “Shut up, frog.”
~~
It happened quickly. There had been a flash of color in the bushes.
Arthur stiffened in his seat a little. Francis paid no heed to his companion’s sudden tenseness; he continued his story about the girl he seduced under the Eiffel Tower the other day. Arthur had ceased paying attention, though.
Another flash. Arthur’s paranoid side came into play. What if that creature was dangerous? As much as he hated Francis, he had always maintained the philosophy that no one else could hurt Francis as much as he. If the creature was capable of killing the Frenchman, then he’d have no frog to mock.
Whey they took a sudden turn into a forest, Arthur looked over his shoulder. Another flash of color.
Arthur leapt.
~~
“So it turned out to be one of my fairies,” Arthur finished, blushing furiously.
“More like a trick of the light, l’Angleterre,” Francis replied smugly.
Arthur bristled. “They do exsist!”
“Mais je les n’ai pas connus.”
“Speak English, frog,” Arthur growled.
“But I’ve never met them,” Francis answered.
“That’s because they don’t want to be molested.”
Francis chuckled. “Well then! Since I can’t seduce one of your fairy friends, I’ll just settle for you instead!” With that, he was pressing Arthur up against a tree, attacking the Briton’s mouth with his own.
As Arthur kissed back, he heard the faint sounds of fairy laughter in the bushes.
~~
Author’s Notes: Francis’s school lunch system is real. For srs. Makes you want to go to school in France, oui?