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Arthur stood over the balcony railing, eyes dazed as he seemed to be pondering into nothing but the empty grey sky above him.
A soft sigh escaped the Englishman's mouth, a soft puff of mist blowing from his lips.
The world seemed to almost stop amidst his fated daze, the only sound managing to surround him being the billowing wind and the soft pants of his own breath mixing with the humid air.
As Arthur felt his senses blur, he suddenly felt a pair of hands tightly grabbing onto his shoulders, causing the Englishman to yelp at the sudden contact. He turns around to see Francis’ soft blue eyes staring back to his own emerald pairs.
Arthur felt his heart beat loudly for a second before shoving the pruney French away, and shoving himself against the balcony railing in result of his actions.
“Gah! Get your hands off me you stupid perv!” Arthur yelled, an arm outstretched as he pointed at Francis in accusation.
Though, in response, Francis only chuckled at Arthur’s amusing actions—amusing to him, at least.
“Oh, Angleterre. Feisty, are you? Come on, tell me why you’re out here at this time of day.”
But despite Francis’ playful words, he did truly look concerned for Arthur, a pitiful emotion Arthur would never accept, especially from Francis himself.
What a tsundere Arthur was.
(also quick thing who else was surprised but not surprised at all that Arthur managed to be the top ten tsundere anime characters of 2026 oh my gosh ToT)
A scowl forms on Arthur’s lips, but there wasn’t any true malice behind it. “God, just go away! Can’t I even brood in peace!?”
“Not at all, mon cher. Francis steps closer towards Arthur, but this time his steps seemed cautious—wary, even. Yet Francis’ stupid smirk didn’t dare falter.
“Come back inside the apartment. It’s about to pour out here, and I know this is the usual in your land, but come on. I don’t want you getting sick now. Also, who invites a guest and leaves them to wander?”
“I don’t care! I said go away you stupid frogfa—
Before Arthur could fit in his lovely insult, he suddenly felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist. Arthur didn’t even get a chance to blink before he saw himself getting thrown over Francis’ shoulder, his furious face pressed against the other’s back.
He gasped in offence.
“I said go away, not ‘pick me up and throw me over your shoulder like a bloke’!”
Though his complaints were muted by Francis’ peaceful humming, waking the pair back inside the conference room—which was now empty.
As Francis stepped back into the warm, cozy apartment, closing the balcony door behind him, he decided to head over to Arthur’s bedroom
… For no reason of course, as he himself has been in that room countless times, either calling Arthur to wake up, or simply messing up the room to have Arthur on his tail for a while.
This time, it was for a bit of a different reason.
At the sudden breeze of warmth surrounding him (not including Francis’ own body heat), Arthur truly realized how cold he was, shivering at the heat touching his cold skin underneath his thin shirt.
He couldn't help but let out a soft whimper.
Francis’ ears perked up at the lovely sound.
“Oh my?
“You! You did not hear anything!” At this point, Arthur’s face was matching the temperature of the room, in other words, unexpectedly overheating. Actually, speaking of the room, had his bedroom ever been so hot before?
Francis suddenly threw Arthur onto the plush mattress before falling after the man, hands landing on each side of Arthur’s head, knee just underneath Arthur’s crotch.
Unsurprisingly, Arthur had landed on his back, his attention fully fixed on the Frenchman above him.
Arthur swore his breath hitched for a second before he raised his hands and wrapped them around Francis’ neck.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing you fuckwad!? I’m not doing this again!”
Francis’ heart was beating. Was it from the sudden choking or the position? Either way, Francis certainly loved what was going on.
“Ah, yes, choke me out with that lovely passion of yours!”
“IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU.”
Francis couldn't help but laugh despite Arthur's hands pressing against his pulse. He swats Arthur's hand away with surprising force before pinning the shorter man down, pinning Arthur's arms above his own head.
"What the hell are you doing now!? FRANCIS!" Arthur growled, his face was as red as a blooming rose. And of course, Francis was going to use that to his advantage.
The Frenchman leaned in, burying his face into the crook of Arthur's neck, pushing his knee up slightly.
"You're a little cold. But you're also hot. Especially your face. But the rest of your body... Do you need me to warm you up, Angleterre?"
Arthur felt his soul leave his body at Francis' words, feeling a flush rush down his body, especially down to his groin.
"Fuck you... Yes."