Characters belong to Hima

young Francis/Arthur story :D

is there a story very very similar to this? seems familiar O-o" I wrote this back when I didn't have internet, the idea just popped up but if it is similar to another story please tell me and I'll delete this thanks~ ^^

Human names used sometimes~

France was walking through town looking for Arthur, Spain fallowed not too far behind, he had stopped to look at things that seemed interesting or even stopped to start up conversations with the towns people, he wasn't really interested in finding Arthur, everything else just seemed so much more fun. "Antonio! Stop your daydreaming! he's not at his house or in town so he must have gone out to the fields to play or look for his bunny" Francis ran out of town towards the field, he had to catch Arthur now while before he escaped farther into the woods, that little guy moved around quickly and was good at hiding. Antonio quickened his pace but didn't run, when he did catch up to France who had stopped to scan the fields he let out a big sigh, "Francis why do you seek him out like this? Don't you guys hate each other? This doesn't make any sense my friend.. " he had finally asked the question that always crossed his mind when Francis would go visit Arthur, he had hunch but wanted Francis to confirm it.

Francis just pouted and put his hands on his hips, "Because he has no fashion sense and has hideous eyebrows, I must find him and remind him so" he continued down the hill but in the back of his mind seriously thinking about the question Spain asked him, he liked visiting Arthur because it was fun, he liked to make fun of him because he always had such a serious face, he liked making him so angry his little face would turn red, he lived for those special moments when Arthur would let him hold him.

They walked so far that they reached the ocean, they were going to walk to the shore but stopped when they saw strange boats arrive, maybe it was just instinct to duck in the bushes but either way they were both glad that they weren't spotted. "Hey Spain what kind of boats are those?" France whispered trying to get a good look at the people getting off, "I don't know but.." Spain squinted his eyes and paused for a second making sure he wasn't mistaken "..isn't that guy with the blond spiky hair holding Arthur?" he said while pointing at a boy who had just walked off the boat. "What? Oh no they must have kidnapped him! Oh no my poor Arthur!" he sneaked over to the next bush to get a closer look, if Arthur was in trouble he would definitely help him. Spain stayed put, the whole 'I hate you I love you' thing Francis always did with Arthur was confusing, in this situation shouldn't France be happy? He decided to just sit and observe, maybe it would kill his boredom.

France couldn't believe his eyes, Arthur was smiling and laughing with this spiky haired boy, Arthur would swing in his arms or they would play in the water and they also seemed to be talking a lot. Francis felt this weird pain in his chest, he couldn't explain it but he just had a bad feeling about all this. When the boy finally left Arthur started walking towards the area where they were hiding, but by then Francis wasn't in the mood to see him or anyone, he didn't know why but he was in an incredibly foul mood. "Hola little Arthur! Who was that? A knew friend?" Spain asked in his usual cheerful tone, "Yah know me and France were looking for you a~ll day today" France smacked his own forehead 'damn you Antonio'.

Arthur looked up at Spain "Oh, hello Spain" Arthur smiled, it was rare for him to smile like that and it made Antonio blush, sure this kid had some weird brows and he was always grumpy, how was it possible for him to be this cute?

"I just got back from this-"

"Answer the question Arthur! Who was that boy?" France popped out of the bush and stomped towards them.

Arthur smiled more thinking about his day

"That was Denmark, he's my new friend"

'don't sound so happy when you talk about him..'

"I went over to his house and had a lot of fun"

'..you never come over to my house..'

"He gave me some weird food, it was yummy though he even gave me this jar of jam! It's really sweet"

'..don't smile like that..'

"Wow little one that sounds fun, guess we were worried for nothing huh Francis?" Spain looked over at Francis who had this weird mixture of sadness and anger on his face. "What do you mean you went over to his house? How long have you known him? He could have kidnapped you or killed you or.. or." Arthur just rolled his eyes "Calm down Francy pants I've known him for awhile I trust Denmark he's really nice like I said he even gave me this jar of jelly it's yummy you should try-" before Arthur could finish his sentence the jar had been yanked from his little hands and thrown at a tree. The glass broke and Arthur just watched the jelly slowly fall and make it's way to the ground.

"That could have been poisoned! I just.. don't trust that guy.." France was frozen, he quickly regretted losing his temper but what could he do now? "You know you cant trust people like that! I was worried you idiot why couldn't you tell me where you were going? Or even mention your knew friend" it was hard to lower his voice he just felt so angry and he didn't know why, it just made him more frustrated "I'm your boss now I own you! You cant do anything without my permission! Next time there will be punishment, you bad child" slap, in the middle of the rambling Spain had closed in on Francis and slapped him, "Shut up Francis, look what you did to your supposed 'Precious Angleterre' ". Francis looked down at Arthur, he had never seen such a face, they fought all the time but this time Arthur seemed really scared and hurt.

"He's still a child Francis, you didn't even listen to what he had to say" Spain walked over to Arthur and smiled "Come here little one let's go home" he picked Arthur up and rubbed his back a couple times trying to get him to stop crying. "I'm going to take him home, you can stay here and think about what you've done" Antonio said while walking away not even bothering to turn around, Francis was acting like a child so he would be treated as such. Antonio knew he himself had problems understanding people but he had known Francis long enough to understand how he felt towards Arthur and it was time he admitted those feelings. "I got it for him" Arthur whispered into Spain's shoulder, "What was that little one?" Spain shifted Arthur into his arms so that he could look at him, "Francis likes sweets so I brought back some jelly for him, I thought that we could eat it together.." Spain just smiled, it almost broke his heart to hear that but this would definitely kill Francis. Antonio saw that Arthur was about to start crying again "Now now don't cry Arthur, Francis didn't mean it just sleep we'll be home soon" Arthur just nodded and cuddled up to Antonio's chest.

PSH yeah I know Denmark and Britain weren't close but someone had to make Francis jealous, plus Den/uk is cute, but fruk is my OTP ;u; so much love for fruk srsly. New chapter soon maybe, yeah I know two stories? :O well this one is shorter.