#fruk fluff

(Because you have somewhat FrUK stuff up on your blog…) 

It was a cold winter night, a few days before Christmas.  Francis and Arthur were lying by the fire on a couch.  Francis had been reading silently to himself while Arthur was dozing off with a cup of tea.  After a few hours of comfortable silence Arthur had fallen asleep, leaning against Francis’s side.  Francis looked up from his over at Arthur with a smile.  He put the book down and looked out the window.  The snow was starting to fall faster.  ”Mon amour… Angleterre.  You need to wake up now.  I don’t believe you want to get stuck here because of the snowstorm.” He said in Arthur’s ear.  Arthur stirred a little before laying still.  Francis laughed quietly before he started to rub Arthur’s arms.  ”Angleterre, you have to wake up.  If I can’t get you to wake up now, you’ll be mad at me later when you’re stuck here.” He said louder.  ”I don’t care right now…” Arthur mumbled quietly before turning more into Francis’s side.  France laughed before sitting up fully, Arthur still leaning into his side.  ”And what can I do to make you wake up right now mon amour?”  He said.  ”I can do this.” He muttered before kissing Arthur’s nose.  Arthur crinkled his nose.  ”Or I could do this,” Francis said as he kissed the corner of Arthur’s lips.  Arthur looked up at Francis.  ”For what reason are you waking me up, Frog?” Arthur asked with a tired sigh.  Francis winked before standing up suddenly.  ”I had to wake you up somehow.” He said with a smile.  ”You’d be angry at me if I let you get stuck here with me for days.”  Arthur chuckled quietly.  ”And if I go back to sleep?”  He asked while putting his head on one of the decorative pillows on the couch. “I would have to do this.” Francis said before pulling Arthur up and kissing him softly on the lips.  ”Did that wake you up mon amour?” Francis said with a smile.  Arthur turned away before standing up.  ”Yes Frog, I am awake.  Let’s get me home.” He said with a light blush on his face.  ”D’accord Angleterre.” Francis said.  The pair collected all of Arthur’s belonging before walking to the door.  ”Frog, I would hate to see you stuck in this shack, alone, for Christmas…” Arthur began quietly.  ”Would you like to spend Christmas with me?” He finished quickly.  Francis smiled before pulling Arthur into a hug. “I would enjoy that very much Arthur.”  Arthur looked at Francis for a moment before saying, “Go collect your things, we will not be staying in this shack for Christmas.  Even if the scenery is nice.”  Francis then rushed around the room collecting clothes and necessities.  It would be a very jolly Christmas for them indeed.