#gerfrukport

In most cases...probably Gerfrukport. I love GerEng too much after all, but I also love PortEng and fruk and Gerfra so I just smash them all together. In most cases of this ot4 I have GerFra and PortEng get together first with Gerfra still pining for Arthur and Arthur still pining for GerFra and Port loving Arthur so much and nations not being the most monogamous creatures is happy to combine into a unit all dating each other.

But if we're keeping it separate, I still think there is some pining on Arthur's end for both Francis and Ludwig and being jealous of their relationship. Then Afonso waltz back into his life and tries courting him again and Arthur realizes just how much his missed being with Afonso.

Rating: T

Relationship: GerFrukPort

Word Count: 770

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Arthur couldn’t breathe. Flames danced behind his closed eyes as he fought for air. His lungs burned, but as he blinked open his blurry eyes it wasn’t smoke that scorched them. He wasn’t even in the midst of the burning street. Instead, he was squished between two warm bodies; Afonso and Francis. It would have been a nice wake-up call that he really needed if they weren’t suffocating him.

Carefully, Arthur wiggled out of the embrace to catch his breath. He looked over to ensure his lovers were still fast asleep only to find one missing. Had Ludwig even come to bed after Arthur, Francis, and Afonso turned in for the night?

Well, it wasn’t like Arthur was going to be going back to bed anytime soon, his body still shaking from the nightmare before. He set off into the dark halls in search of his missing lover.

Ludwig sat hunched over the kitchen table, a collection of papers splayed out and a mug in his grip.

“Have you been up this entire time?” Arthur asked, leaning against the door frame.

Ludwig straightened. “What are you doing up?”

“I asked my question first.”

Ludwig peeked over his shoulder. “Maybe I have…Now what are you doing up?”

Arthur sauntered over to the table, taking a seat across from Ludwig. “Nightmare.”

“I see. Want to talk about it?”

“Not really. I barely remember it anyway.”

“There should be some tea left if you want. Chamomile.”

Arthur smiled, giving Ludwig a peck on the cheek as he passed by him on the way to the kettle. With a mug in hand, he joined Ludwig once again, this time sitting beside him so he could rest his head on Ludwig’s shoulder.

They lapsed into silence, Arthur watching lazily as Ludwig’s pencil scratched along the papers. He should have been telling Ludwig to get to bed, that the paperwork would be there in the morning. But he didn’t. He wasn’t ready to go to sleep, and he didn’t want to be up alone.

“You two should be in bed,” Francis rasped, appearing in the doorway with a half-asleep Afonso lagging behind.

“I’m almost done,” came Ludwig’s automated reply.

Francis scoffed, marching over to the table and snatching up the papers.

“Francis–” But before Ludwig could get another word out, two arms slunk around his neck.

“Vem cá, meu amor,” Afonso murmured into Ludwig’s hair, “You’ve worked so hard already. Just come to bed, and we can all cuddle.”

“And what are you doing up?” Francis asked, turning to Arthur accusingly.

“Couldn’t get back to sleep,” Arthur shrugged.

Francis pursed their lips, eyes narrowing, but they didn’t press the issue. “Afonso’s right, let’s get to bed. We don’t have to sleep right away, but at least we’re resting. Together.”

“Let us finish our tea first,” Arthur huffed.

Francis rolled his eyes but let them finish. As soon as the last drop was drunk, he was shooing both Arthur and Ludwig back to bed with the help of Afonso.

Arthur flopped onto the bed, Ludwig crawling in beside him more carefully. Afonso pressed up behind Arthur, holding just how he knew Arthur liked it: a bit of pressure around the waist, nose buried in the crook of the Brit’s neck so he could steal an occasional kiss on the nape. Francis slunk halfway on top of Ludwig so he wouldn’t be able to sneak off.

Arthur couldn’t help but smile slightly, warm and cozy with all his lovers.

Ludwig was the first to nod off. Good. He had been having trouble sleeping, working late into the night, and overthinking everything he still had to do once he finally did come to bed. At least now he was sound asleep, face finally relaxed.

Francis followed not long after. Ear over Ludwig’s heart, the beat sending him off. He always had such long lashes that mesmerized Arthur.

“You need to sleep,” Afonso mumbled against Arthur’s neck.

“Yeah, Yeah. I’m going. You need to sleep too.”

“Not until you do, meu coelho. Can’t have you up and stressing.”

A light blush spread across Arthur’s face. Afonso kissed up and down his neck turning Arthur’s limbs into goo. He didn’t know if he wanted to curse his Portuguese lover out because how dare he know all of his weaknesses or if he should inch a little closer and willingly melt in Afonso’s warmth.

But sleep gave him his answer: a quiet acceptance of the affection he so desperately craved and now got without so much as a word. It didn’t take him long before the warmth lulled him back to sleep.

Translations: Vem cá, meu amor = Come now, love

Because there is no content for them and they will not get out of my head I had to make some headcanons (i’d make a fic but I have so many projects already so I’m waiting to clear my plate before going onto another idea). 

Getting Together

It starts out with GerFra and PortEng getting together

PortEng has been together for awhile, like centuries (though there has been some breaks during that period)

GerFra is newer, having only gotten together in like the 80s or 90s

It’s obvious though to Ludwig that Francis isn’t over his crush on Arthur and if Ludwig is honest, he got his own little crush on Arthur after all. Then of course, Francis can’t deny Afonso is attractive despite having a bit of a rival type relationship with him and Ludwig just has a thing for guys with long hair so he also finds Afonso hot. Basically both are down bad for PortEng

But they are open and honest with each other and are able to vent their frustrations to each other. Like they’re over at one their houses after a meeting and Francis is moaning about how Arthur and Afonso are both hot and how he just wants to be sandwiched between them (with Ludwig being there somewhere of course). Ludwig doesn’t really complain until you get some drinks in him and then he’s gone, being almost as dramatic as Francis about it. 

On PortEng’s side, Afonso has always known Arthur’s first love was Francis and that Francis was Arthur’s first kiss. He also knows Arthur is still down bad for Francis even though Arthur tries to deny it. Again, though he sees Francis as somewhat of a rival, he can’t deny he’s never thought about how kissable Francis’s lips are. 

Then there is Ludwig. Both Arthur and Afonso agree that basically anyone attracted to men has to admit Ludwig is attractive. Arthur got to know him quite well in the 70s and 80s and finds him to be a good drinking buddy. But he admits that sometimes he wishes that he would have tried to be more back then (him and Afonso were on a break during that period). 

Afonso is the first one to come up with the idea that maybe the four of them could try dating

Francis proposes they try flirting with Afonso and Arthur and basically drop subtle hints they’re interested in them

Ludwig decides to attempt to flirt with Arthur since he has a more personal connection with him compared to Afonso and they’re both kind of awkward so Ludwig feels more comfortable approaching him. Unfortunately, Ludwig isn’t the most experience with flirting in general and certainly not “subtle” flirting, so he ends up being a bit to forward and Arthur immediately catches on to what he’s trying to do

Francis sets his sights on Afonso. Of course Afonso being a romance nation picks up on it and begins flirting back and they make a slight competition out of it and in the end they end up furiously making out just as Ludwig and Arthur walk over to them.

Ludwig is flustered by the display and Arthur gives an approving whistle. While they wait for the two to finish, Arthur takes Ludwig’s hand. Ludwig tenses a bit in which Arthur whispers: “Is this okay?” and Ludwig nods. 

Francis and Afonso eventually pull away and smile at each other before smiling at their lovers-> Francis squeals at Ludwig and Arthur’s linked hands, giving Ludwig a peck on the cheek as a reward for roping in Arthur 

General Headcanons

Ludwig does not know how to handle three people flirting with him and complimenting him. He expected it from Francis and Afonso, but he is surprised at how flirty and forward Arthur is. Frankly they are all a little shocked by how far Arthur will take it. But Ludwig loves every minute of it, though it's also a bit overwhelming

Francis and Afonso will occasionally do each others hair when the four of them are just hanging around, watching a movie or tv or something

Both Francis and Afonso love to paint/sketch Arthur and Ludwig and they’ll put them in so many different poses. Arthur pretends to be annoyed but he secretly likes it. 

Afonso and Francis spoil Ludwig and Arthur with food while Arthur and Ludwig spoil Afonso and Francis with baked goods

They are all super affectionate when in private/with close friends and family. Arthur and Ludwig are both touch starved and try to act like they aren’t but Francis and Afonso have learned just how to get them to drop that act and just melt into whoevers embrace they're in

That being said, Afonso and Francis are not bothered by PDA and now that they’re all together, they have a partner they can be overly affectionate with while Arthur and Ludwig have a partner that is more than content just holding hands and keeping the more mushy stuff for private settings

They all love when Arthur reads aloud to them 

They all love when Ludwig shows his strength/uses it on them (ex. Carrying two of them at once) 

They all  love when Afonso sings to them. He’ll even play the guitar.

They all love when Francis cooks their favorite foods, especially when they're down. Afonso won’t admit it since cooking is one thing the two of them have competitions on, but he does find comfort in Francis’s cooking when he’s too down or sick to cook himself

Afonso and Arthur love to make music/sing together though a lot of their music tastes don’t overlap. Francis and Ludwig love to listen in on these little “concerts” even joining in sometimes (Fran on piano, and Ludwig–if they can convince him–will sing). 

Ludwig thought Francis was pushy with getting him to take breaks, but now he has three men breathing down his neck when he over works himself. At least he gets three times as many cuddles when he finally does stop to rest

Fandom Related Questions

T: What are your favorite male/male ships or female/female ships?

God there are so many male/male ships I ship so I'll stick with my favs. GerEng, NedCan, AmeLiet, PortEng, Pruk, CuCan. I'd say Fruk, but I see Fran as nonbinary so...

Female/female is a smaller list. I love nyo Canada x Ukraine. But based only on the canon girls and not the nyos, MonUkr, HunUkr, Belgium x Taiwan (don't ask me where this came from, I have no idea, I just think they'd be cute), Seychelles x Taiwan (both seem bubbly and I think they'd get along).

U: What are your favorite male/female ships?

Mainly AusHun, EngUkr and CanUkr

V: Do you have any 3-way ships? If so, what?

@hetalia-polyship-week 

Prompt:  Musicals || “Thank god that I’m not you”

Rating: T

Ship: GerFrukPort

Word Count: 1243

Author’s Note: This is based on an au we discussed in my gereng server where engportfra are actors all pursuing set builder Ludwig while also being in a throuple themselves. Also, I like to think Francis uses he/they pronouns so I switch between those pronouns.

Curtain Call

The wings of the stage were buzzing with energy, for in a mere few hours, the curtains would rise, and the open night would commence. Ludwig put the final nail in the window frame he had been working on. At least it had fallen apart during the dress rehearsal and not the actual show. He just had to oil the wheels on one of the moving set pieces and check the other two to make sure they were still in working order, then they’d be good to go. 

Hopefully, with the show coming to an end, Ludwig would finally be free of all the confusing feelings that had arisen during production. The thought was both a relief, but it also kind of hurt. To have three actors pursuing you definitely was overwhelming and made Ludwig’s job a lot harder, it was nice to be the center of attention for once, and over this time, he got to know his three suitors; he would miss them when they all went their separate ways. 

He’d miss Arthur's nagging. Although it was annoying at times, it was nice to know someone cared enough to bring him water and make sure he was eating. He’d miss the way Arthur’s eyes would light up as he tried too hard to hide his smiles behind scowls. And most of all he’d miss the subtle compliments and flirty remarks that would rival the language used by poets of the past.

He’d miss Francis’s affection the most, he thinks. The way they’d hang off Ludwig as if it was the most normal thing in the world, how they would always greet him with a warm embrace and part with one even warmer. He’d miss the way Francis’s curls framed their face perfectly, always appearing so soft to the touch (but Ludwig would now never know if that was true). And though he was often overwhelmed by Francis’s forwardness when it came to flirting, he did appreciate the food they made, and he’d be lying if he said Francis’s compliments hadn’t boosted his confidence ever so slightly.

Lastly, he’d miss Afonso’s calmness. The way he could remain relaxed yet level-headed during even the most stressful situations and the way he would comfort Ludwig in the carpenter’s own stress. He’d miss the sweet, gentle nothings Afonso would occasionally whisper when Ludwig was burnt out and needed the pick-me-up. But the most he would miss the rare sight of Afonso focused: tightly knit brows, spark in his eye as he looked over his scripts, pulling any and all information to boost his performance.

As Ludwig pulled away from the last squeaky wheel, he came face to face with the three actors who had been consuming his thoughts. 

Arthur was dressed in a fiery red coat that just reached his knees, with golden stitching along the edges. Golden chains and earrings, striking red eyeshadow, and dark eyeliner accented the outfit. A leather corset wrapped around his middle gave the otherwise fearsome look an alluring aura. To top it all off, a pirate cap adorned with pale feathers. An outfit befitting of both a seductive yet dangerous pirate captain. 

Francis in turn was fitting in a frilly blouse and a pale blue coat that reached the floor. It was as if the stars had been taken and threaded into the fabric itself with the way it glittered with every small movement. His hat was a greyish white, decorated with dried flowers instead of the traditional feathers. He was dripping in jewelry and gems: earrings, necklaces, bracelets, all of which matched Francis’s eyes. The sparkly look was complete with purple eyeshadow with a hint of glitter. He looked like royalty despite being a mere pirate captain. 

Afonso was dressed in a nobleman’s coat. Darker green vine patterns wrapped around the torso and sleeves, meeting with the silver stitched pattern on the edge of the collars and cuffs. His hair was tied back by a matching ribbon, giving a clear view of his face. His natural features were amplified by simple makeup instead of the brightly coloured blends of Arthur and Francis, yet he was nonetheless beautiful. An elegant nobleman if there ever was one. 

Ludwig felt his whole face burn seeing them decked out in their costumes. All he could do was stare, unable to form a coherent thought in their presence. It was as if he was back to the very first time the three had begun flirting with him.  

Francis’s giggling shook Ludwig from his daze. Arthur shoved the Frenchman. “What?” Francis asked with feigned offense, “He probably thinks we look pretty. So much so he’s been left speechless.”

“Or he’s thinking: ‘thank god I’m not you,’” Arthur shot back, gesturing to the other’s costume. “You’re going to melt under all those damn frills.” 

“Aw are you concerned mon amour?”

Arthur’s face turned bright red, but if looks could kill, that glare would have ended Francis on the spot. Luckily before things could escalate. Afonso stepped between the two. “Now, now, meus amores, we have more important business here right? We’re going to scare him off like this.”

Wait… ‘mon amour’ and ‘meus amores’? Ludwig may not have been well versed in French or Portuguese, but he knew Italian well, and those sounded like…

“So…” Afonso went on, “I don’t know if you’ve realized what we’ve been trying to do, but with us parting ways soon, we’ve decided to just come out as say…”

“We love you,” Francis continued. 

“All of us,” Arthur added.

“Romantically,” Afonso concluded for clarity. 

So they did fancy him. It was quite obvious to everyone (including Ludwig) that these three actors had liked him romantically, but hearing it laid out so clearly still made Ludwig’s head spin. Perhaps part of the shock came from the fact that it appeared all three of the actors were dating as well. “Wait…Are all of you…”

“Together?” Francis finished for him, “Yes. Yes, we are.” To prove the point he took Afonso’s hand and gave it a squeeze. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t know sooner, it’s all over the tabloids,” Arthur noted. 

“But what we are trying to get at is that we want to invite you into it,” Afonso explained. 

Ludwig awkwardly opened and closed his mouth, trying to find what he wanted to say. It was a dream come true. Over this production, he had fallen in love with all three of them and couldn’t bear to choose only one of them. But with this revelation, he could have it all, and everyone would be happy. 

“Love,” Arthur spoke softly, stepping forward to put a hand on Ludwig’s arm. “You don’t have to make a decision now. You’ve got time to think. We just wanted–”

“I’d love to,” Ludwig blurted out. His blush surely darkened as he realized how desperate he sounded. “I-I mean…I’d like that…I have feelings for all of you so…”

The three actors looked at Ludwig with wide eyes. “Well then…guess it’s settled,” Francis said with an amused huff. “Perhaps we can have dinner after the show tonight.”

Ludwig nodded, perhaps a bit too eagerly. 

“Ten minutes till curtain,” someone shouted in the distance. 

“Well I guess this is farewell until intermission,” Arthur sighed.

This is late because Oliver (vocaloid) happened. Maybe that’s why this turned out a lot more sadder in the beginning than I originally planned. Anyway happy birthday to Francis, you get depression.

Almost forgot to mention Fran uses he/they pronouns thus I’ll be switching between the two. 

Rating: T

Relationship: Gerfrukport

Word Count: 1229

It had been a long day. Longer than usual it seemed. His bosses had seemed keen on giving him extra work today despite it being his birthday while they were off celebrating. At least he got let go early and could return home and just bury himself under the covers of his bed until the day was over.

Perhaps Arthur was right. They really were a masochistic to pick today of all days to be their birthday: a day of mixed feelings, filled with joy, but also despair. So many good people lost over the years to make Francis who they were; to make their nation like it was. And yet so many still suffered, and all Francis could do was sit idly by. Cooped up in his office with meaningless paperwork only meant to make them feel as though they had a say in matters, watching from afar as history unfolded around them. With each year immortality just seemed to be gaining more and more cons.

His legs felt heavy as he climbed up the stairs leading to his front door. Fumbling with his keys he managed to get the door open. What he expected to see was an empty house, but instead, he found light emerging from his kitchen.

Soft voices echoed through the empty hall. One laughed while a deeper one hushed them. There was a grumble from another voice and the sound of thumping as someone came closer. Two green eyes and a mop of messy blond hair peeked out from the kitchen. Arthur turned back to whoever else was in the kitchen, hushing them before finally exiting.

“You’re early,” Arthur noted. Was that bitterness in his voice? Francis bit back any venomous retorts that wanted to spill over. They were tired, and in a bad mood, so they didn't need to go at it with Arthur and end up being insulted (seriously or not). Their mind was doing a perfectly good job at that on its own.

Francis ignored him, brushing past Arthur and into his study. He could figure out whatever was going on in the kitchen once he put his work bag away.

“What’s the matter with you?” Arthur asked, voice still somewhat harsh, but Francis could hear the hint of concern. How very Arthur.

“Tired. You know how work is.”

Arthur hummed in understanding.

As Francis shoved their bag onto a nearby shelf, two hands came to rest on their shoulders. The Frenchman let out a sigh when Arthur began to rub at the tense muscles below their suit jacket. Arthur placed a loving kiss on the back of Francis’s neck. “You should take tomorrow off. Give yourself the whole weekend to recuperate. Less you throttle someone.”

Francis let out a choked laugh. “I’m not you Angleterre. I plan my revenge carefully and quietly with patience.”

Arthur scoffed, pressing a little harder into Francis’s tense shoulders. What was probably meant to be a punishment turned out to feel quite pleasurable, loosening a very tense area. “God your tense.”

Francis just gave a half-hearted hum.

Arthur rested his head on Francis’s shoulder in defeat. “Remind me to tell Afonso to give you a proper massage after dinner.”  

“Are all of you here?”

“Yeah. We wanted to surprise you with dinner when you arrived home. But with you getting home early, we’re only halfway done.”

A ghost of a smile made its way onto the Frenchman’s face. “That’s sweet of you all.”

“It was Ludwig's idea since we weren't quite sure what to get you."

"You better not have been let anywhere near my stove."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "I was in charge of cutting the vegetables. But I would have been just fine on the stove, I'll have you know."

"Sure sure. Whatever you say mon lapin."

Arthur gave him a light slap. “If you are done insulting me after all the trouble I went through for you, Lud and Afonso are waiting for us in the kitchen.”

Francis turned around and pecked his lover on the lips. “Of course lead the way.”

—

Francis wasn’t allowed to lift a finger when they entered the kitchen. Ludwig was very adamant about that. Which is how Francis found himself perched on a bar stool as their three lovers ran around mixing various ingredients for various dishes. After cutting the vegetables, Arthur started preparing a simple cake for dessert while Ludwig focused on some sort of soup. Afonso was preparing what looked like ratatouille before moving on to the main dish of blanquette de veau.

“So…” Ludwig began, “How was your day?”

Arthur almost dropped the tray he was grabbing. He turned to Ludwig immediately, shaking his head harshly, gesturing for him to get off the topic.

Francis gave him a tight-lipped smile. “It was…not that great if I’m being honest.” He rested his head in his hand, the weight of the day returning. “But at least I can spend the rest of it with you three.”

Ludwig’s lips drew into a line. He looked as though he wanted to say something else, but with a slight shake of his head, he focused on the soup once more. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t worry mon loulou,” Francis assured him. “You didn’t know.”

The four lapsed into an awkward silence. Even Afonso’s humming stopped as he looked towards Arthur for an inkling as to what to do next. The Portuguese man never did like the quiet, especially this kind.

“So,” Francis began, changing the topic, “Whatever got into you, Ludwig? Taking off work for little old me.”

The Frenchman smirked–ever so slightly– as a lovely blush crept up Ludwig’s neck. “Ah…W-Well…” Ludwig stuttered out, “You see…You’re very special to me and…I would do anything for you so really this is just a small little thing.”

Francis smiled his first genuine smile of the day. Ludwig, though he struggled to find the words sometimes, was always honest and straightforward. It never failed to send Francis’s heart a flutter. “How sweet. You’re very special to me too. You all are.”

Afonso and Arthur shared a bashful smile while Ludwig ducked his head, pretending to be very focused on his cooking (and not trying to hide his embarrassment).

“Glad to hear it,” Afonso said with a grin. As he crossed to check on the veal, he wrapped his arms around Francis’s neck and placed a kiss on the back of their head. His hands lingered on his French lover’s shoulders for a moment when he pulled away. “God, you’re tense.”

“Funny. Arthur said the same thing.”

“Massages are in order I think,” Afonso announced as he made his way over to the oven, “For all of you. Ludwig’s been stuck at his desk for far too long as well.”

It wasn’t long before Afonso was humming again, and conversation began to flow. With each word, each light chuckle from Afonso, each half-hearted grumble from Arthur, and each warning from Ludwig, Francis could feel his worries of the day leave him.

Oh my god, oh my god. Again, got so excited seeing this. Thank you!!!

Ship Asks

2- How’s their team work? Do they share well?

For the most part they work well together. Francis and Afonso who are more laid back and cheery in nature balance out Arthur and Ludwig who are more on the uptight and serious/grumpy side. They’re able to push each other out of their comfort zones and bring out different sides to each other thanks to these differences. But also, Lud and Art are very similar to each while Francis and Afonso are similar each other and in this way they have someone who they can talk to who will understand them on a more personal level. This mix of different and similar people really helps them work well together. 

For the most part they share well. Though Arthur will sometimes hog the blankets when asleep, Francis and Afonso will fight over the bathroom/mirror when trying to get ready and Ludwig...Well Ludwig is probably the best sharer out of all of them (though maybe he would be a bit more defensive of his sweets because he has the worst sweet tooth out of all of them).

3- Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

They’re fairly open about their relationship though Arthur and Ludwig prefer to keep public displays of affection to a minimum. Afonso and Francis on the other hand go all out and make it everyone’s business that they’re all together, though they don’t push Lud’s and Art’s boundaries. But going back to how its a nice balance of personalities, Afonso and Francis can be as affectionate as they want with each other while Ludwig and Arthur can give each other the more discrete forms of affection they prefer in public. 

I also like to think that many nations were wondering when they would all get together. Arthur and Francis’s feelings for each other were no secret even when Francis got with Ludwig and Arthur with Afonso. Also, a hand full of people also knew about Arthur’s former crush on Ludwig which came back full force when he saw both Francis and Ludwig together. So yeah...The four of them became good entertainment for a few months before they finally got together. 

17- What would make them break up? Would it be permanent?

Ooof....Don’t make me think about this!!! /jk 

First off, no it would not be permanent. They probably wouldn’t officially “break up,” but maybe they’d take a break from each other, like keep their distance.

Francis and Arthur’s tensions would probably result in them taking a break. Like a bickering session may have gotten out of hand, or one/both of them were being stubborn about something. They don’t break up, but they may spend some time away from each other. 

Over all, Arthur has a nasty habit of push people he loves away so some of that would probably cause some tension and result in some distance between himself and his lovers. But since he has had a more or less positive romantic experience with Afonso spanning over centuries, he’s not as scared to be vulnerable and thus is less likely to push his lovers away to the point they all think a break is needed. 

Ludwig is a workaholic which may also lead to some tension sometime and a break between them. But he’s gotten a lot better at finding a balance since getting with Francis so this will rarely happen.

So yeah. It would be really rare and take a lot to get them to take a break from each other. Even if they do, it’s not really a break up as it is taking some time to calm down before coming back together and figuring things out.

29- How do the handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

I've talked about Arthur and Ludwig in relation to this question. Quick run down, they'd act calm and collected in an emergency in order to best solve the problem. Once things calm down then they'll break. Minor injuries neither worries about too much and will tend to them as needed (though in the case of Ludwig, Arthur may take the opportunity to spoil Lud a bit).

Sickness, both will use it as an excuse to spoil their lover and tend to them as needed. Arthur will usually sing/read to whichever one of them is sick. If they're well enough, Arthur will make them tea. Ludwig will ensure they stay hydrated and give them lots of cuddles (because Arthur, Francis and Afonso all get cuddly when sick).

Francis will panic. Thanks to his age, experience, and his adrenaline, he can be somewhat useful in emergencies (ex. stopping excessive bleeding, pulling someone out of harm’s way), but he won’t be good at making well thought out decisions and it won’t take much to make him shut down completely. Minor injuries and sickness on the other hand are easy to handle. He’ll fuss over his lovers and be overdramatic about it, but it’s more in an attempt to make them smile/show he cares. He’ll cook them soup, give them all kinds of cuddles and kisses, give them massages, basically almost anything they ask.