dat france


I will admit, I have never written FrUk before.

“Arthur, I swear to god, if you don’t stop trying to summon a demon in my living room I’m going to slap you.” Francis shouted angrily from the kitchen, slamming down his cup of coffee as yet another demonic growl followed by a high pitched shriek and cryptic shouting in old English.

“Not my fault!” Arthur shouted back at him as soon as the commotion in the living room had calmed down, whatever it may have been.

“You’ve been trying to summon a demon for the past two hours.” Francis sighed, getting up and walking into the living room, his coffee cup left forgotten in the kitchen. “And you have summoned, like, five different ones. Can’t you stop now?”

Arthur groaned, putting his head in his hands as he sat down on the couch. “But they haven’t been the right one.”

“Does it look like I care?” Francis deadpanned, flopping down on the couch next to Arthur. “You woke me up with your demon buddies. I just want to sleep.”

Arthur have him an incredulous glare. “Then why don’t you?”

“Because there’s going to be yet another screeching demon attempting to tear up my fifteen thousand dollar couch.”

“Fifteen thousand dollars?” Arthur screeched, jumping up from the couch and wrapping his cape—something that was purely for theatrics—around his body as if it would protect him from all the money that was spent on the couch.

“Yeah.” Francis sighed, leaning his head back on the pillows. “The one upstairs is worth about one hundred twenty-five dollars by now, but that’s not the point.” He glanced at Arthur. “Stop summoning demons in my living room.”

Arthur still seemed baffled by the price of the couch. “Where else am I supposed to summon them?” He snapped.

“I don’t know,” Francis rubbed his eyes. “Your creepy ass satanic basement perhaps?”

“It’s a library of old texts.” Arthur defended.

“And you can’t summon demons there?”

“…” Arthur turned away from Francis, the tips of his ears were red. Francis smirked.

“Shut up.” Arthur grumbled, angrily sitting down next to Francis.

“I didn’t say anything.” Francis sang, a smirk still on his face. “Just that you need to stop summoning demons in my living room!”