The person you hate to love

Arthur put on a more convincing smile.
"Don't worry about me, Frog, why wouldn't I be?" He demanded with a small frown.

"Not sure." Francis hummed.

Arthur huffed, growing impatient with the frenchman's questions.
"Well stop worrying about me I'm fine~!" He growled, getting off the couch and dressing himself quickly to avoid letting Francis see him in any way.

"..Okay..." Francis muttered.

Arthur pulled his shirt on over his head and slowly made his way into the kitchen, limping slightly from the previous night.

((loool xD))

((haha XD))

Francis stood eventually and strode to his room, where he dressed and then returned downstairs.

(poor Iggy xDD)

Arthur leaned against the counter for support and took some pills to make the pain in his legs go away.
"Damn.." He muttered,rubbing the inside of his thighs.

Francis returned and grinned, seeing Arthur rubbing his thighs, "I do too good a job, non?" He teased lovingly.

Arthur glared and immediantly folded his arms over his chest defensively, but he couldn't say no..or yes...He didn't really know how to reply so he simply shrugged.

"What's wrong mon petite lapin?" Franics purred, giving him a behind hug.

Arthur squirmed out of his grasp and turned to face Francis.
"Why do you assume something is wrong with me?" He questioned.

"Because, you're acting strange, like you feel guilty." Francis said.

"No i'm not!" Arthur objected, but he knew he did.

"Arthur" Francis said sweetly, "You're a horrible lair."

Arthur stepped back, appalled.
"Shut up you bloody frog!" he snapped, turning on his heels and stomping upstairs to his room, before shutting his door- not even bothering to slam in, and flopping down on the bed.

"Arthur!" Francis called, trailing him and cracking the door open, "Please, I want to make you happy. What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing is wrong!" Arthur insisted once more, flipping open a book on poems- by shakespear.
"I've just got a lot on my mind.."

Francis sighed and ventured downstairs, he whipped a little heart shaped cake, and within 20 minuets, he was upstairs. He peaked in the room, then went in. "I'm sorry." He said, presenting the cake.

Arthur turned and his eyes locked on the cake, before arching an eyebrow up at Francis.
"You baked me a cake..for thinking?" He asked, slightly confused.

"I'll back you one thousand cakes to make you smile." He hummed.

"Well if that wasn't the corniest thing i've ever heard." Arthur scoffed in reply, chuckling sarcastically at Francis's attempts to make him smile.

"Whatever it takes." Francis said, taking Arthur;s hand and kissing his knuckle.

Arthur blushed slightly, but didn't take his hand away.
"As mentioned before.." He hummed.

"Exactly." Francis hummed against his knuckles.

Arthur rolled his eyes, trying hard to focus on anything else than being turned on by Francis' lips grazing his skin softly.
"Would you stop that? Or is there a specific point to it..?"