Entering the UK household

Francis was extremely glad that he had put his blue ribbon to tie his hair back in his hair today, as the brambles tried to rake through his blonde tresses. In front of him, past the numerous thorny plants that two of the UK brothers where oh so fond of, was a large ivy covered brick house. It was the kind of building they could have used to film Downton Abbey in, and was secluded in a small part of the country side.

The sky and the landscape seemed to be working together to stop the human personification of France from reaching the house, as it threw the coldest and hardest rain it had at him. It had Francis wondering for the umpteenth time why he hadn't just walked up to the door and knocked on it. Was it really necessary to creep in through a jimmied window? He shook his head at that thought scattering drops of water everywhere from his soaked hair. Of course it was! One member of that house hold would instantly have slammed the door in his face if he had bothered to take the normal route. So with more determination than ever, Francis kept going on his muddy and soggy trek towards the house.

If he hadn't been so busy avoiding the thorns on Englands rose bushes, or Scotlands prized thistles, then he might have noticed a figure standing in the sitting room window watching his steady procession. The short scruffy blonde haired man narrowed his emerald eyes at Francis's progress. He sipped casually at the mug of tea that he held, immensely glad to be in the warmth and dryness of his sitting room. He was aware of other emerald eyes watching him, but ignored them. He heard someone shift restlessly behind him. He turned round and placed his tea on the coffee table. He placed two fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly.

The house shook as a distant rumble grew louder. The three other emerald eyed young men that where in the living room lifted their legs and held items that could fall to the floor. The door burst open and in raced the dogs of the UK household. Corgis, westies, Scotties, border collies, old English sheep dogs, Otter hounds, Irish wolf hounds, King Charles Spaniels, just to name a few filled the room bounding around happily. The blonde haired young man ushered them out the front door and into the rain where he was rewarded by the baying and barking of dogs giving chase. He rushed to the window to make sure he didn't miss the hunt. He watched as Francis was chased by the huge pack of dogs and doubled up in laughter. Tears of mirth blossomed at the corners of his eyes.

"Alright, yer had yer fun." A dark haired red head said his emerald eyes glinting in the firelight of the hearth beside the chair he sat upon.

The blonde stood up strait still chuckling and wiping at the stray tears. A brownish red haired young man strode up to him with an evil smirk upon his face. The blonde noticed this and quickly sobered up on his amusement.

"Once the dogs have had their run, you can clean them up. They'll be covered in mud." Sneered the brownish red haired young man.

"Hmph, as you wish Eire, it was worth it though!" the scruffy blonde sulked

So after the hours of bathing dogs, and smelling of wet dog himself, the scruffy blonde walked down a long hallway to his bedroom. He cursed his brothers while out stretching his hand to grasp the handle of the door. He paused in mid movement, his hand hovering centimetres from the door. He closed his eyes and sighed before reopening them and walking in. He made sure to close the door tightly once he entered and locking it.

Just as he had suspected, he wasn't alone. The shower in the on suite bathroom was going and billowing steam across the rest of the little bathroom and out of the door that stood a jar. He glanced in it's direction, before taking a seat in an old comfortable looking winged chair and began reading a book. He knew that he wouldn't have to wait long to see the intruder.

Francis walked out of the on suite bathroom wearing a towel round his waist and towel drying his blonde hair. Blue eyes met emerald for a brief second, and he practically ran over to the sitting blonde and almost draped himself round him, but caught himself and stopped.

"yuck, you smell of wet dog!" Francis declared in disgust

"Yes, well I had to bathe the dogs after I sent them off for a run across the grounds. It was worth it though, they needed the exercise." Teased the sitting blonde

"Hmph you're so mean Azzur." Pouted Francis

"I know. It's pronounced Arthur though, but excuse me, I need to take a shower now."

Arthur walked into the bathroom and locked the door. Francis shrugged and decided to make himself at home. He was still a little angry about having a pack of dogs released on him. But then again the British brothers had always had a kinship with dogs for as far as he could remember. Oh well, he wouldn't react otherwise Arthur wouldn't help him out.

Once Arthur had finished showering, emerging just wearing his pyjama trousers, he found Francis sprawled out on his bed. The French man was naked and all Arthur could do was stare at him and feel a muscle near his eye twitch. Great now he needed to burn those sheets.

"Like what you see mon cher?" winked Francis

"Get some clothes on and tell my why the hell your here. I doubt it was to be a chew toy for my dogs. " snapped Arthur blushing slightly

"Can't. My clothes are all wet. Beside I am 'ere for your 'elp. " Francis smiled innocently

"My help? Are you sick or something?" Stammered Arthur

"Non, but I cannot return to my own 'ouse for now. So if I can stay 'ere-"

"Absolutely not!"

" 'Ear me out angleterre, something in my 'ouse iz attacking my servants. I cannot see eet, or sense eet. Per'aps eet ez one of your creatures?" Francis explained suddenly serious

Arthur looked at him thoughtfully. Francis pulled on the trousers that he had thrown at him. Well Arthur didn't want him here, but at the same time he suddenly didn't like the idea of him dying. He also couldn't have his brothers find out about this development. His head felt like it was spinning.

"Fine, you can stay here for tonight." Mumbled Arthur in defeat

"Ah angleterre! Eet will be like old times non? The two of us sleeping togezzer-"

"Who said anything about that!? There is something seriously wrong with you if you think that's going to happen!" hissed Arthur

"But you can't leave me alone when that thing iz looking for me!" said Francis urgently his eyes going wide

Arthur looked at Francis in astonishment. He looked genuinely terrified. Francis was telling the truth? Well imagine that! He would have to investigate this strange claim of his now, just out of curiosity if nothing else.

"Fine you can sleep with me, but one perverted move and you'll be sleeping with the dogs! You remember how happy they where to see you earlier right?" warned Arthur who couldn't help but feel a surge of delight at the sight of the paling Frenchman's face.

Note:

I have absolutely no idea where this story is going. But that's fine, as the last time I did such a thing Pirate king and brothers from anther hemisphere was created.