FrUK&AmeriCan Chapter 1

A.N.: Hey, this story really is getting on my nerves. If you like it, please comment because I don't know if I should continue with it or not.

-Francis POV-

My toast was squishy, my eggs were underdone, and everything just seemed wrong and out of place.

"Big Brother! Father wants you in his quarters for the meeting at once!" my little brother, Mathew, called through the door.

"Have Nadia come up and prepare me."

"Right away, Francis," he called as he rushed off.

When Nadia came through my door she had a fresh outfit and shoes that I had never seen before.

"Where did those come from?" I asked motioning toward the brown leather shoes.

"The King and Princes of England are coming over today for a meeting and your father wanted you to be presentable." She said as if she had rehearsed it over and over.


The King of England never brought his sons along with him to the meetings my father held.

"Would you like me to repeat myself, sir?"

"That won't be necessary, Nadia."

As she removed my night attire, I pondered on about what the princes looked like, their ages, and what they were like in general.

"Sir?" Nadia said cocking her head.

"Oh. I am truly sorry, what had you said?"

"I asked if you would like your hair up," she said sweetly.

"Not needed, thank you though."

She bowed and exited. I went to the mirror to see what she had chosen for me this day. It had red pantaloons and a purple coat. I liked it at least. Not so sure about the Englishmen though. That's when the buglers began playing. This meant they had arrived. I rushed down the long flight of stairs to the large room where the meeting would be. My father and Mathew were already there, of courseā€¦

"Francis, you are late." My father said angrily.

"Yes, I know."

The horns stopped and the room's doors opened. I stood up to be polite.

"Hello your Highness," I greeted.

"Francis, Mathew, go and show the young princes around our estate."

Mathew and the young English prince seemed deep in conversation already as I walked up to the older one.

"Bonjour, I am Francis." I said bowing slightly.

"Hello, Francis, I am Arthur."

"Want to ride the horses?"

"Of course, sir."

"No need for the formalities, you can just call me Francis."

When we got to the stables we each chose a horse.

"What do you do for fun?" Arthur asked, shaking the reins.

"Nothing really, I just mourn for my sister. She was murdered a couple of months ago."

"I am sorry for your loss, sir- I mean Francis."

"'Tis alright, Arthur."

We rode until we found a large, green meadow.

"Goodness, I'm tired." I said, leaning against a tree.

"Me too." Arthur agreed, lying against me.

I had to have been blushing because my face felt like it was on fire. His breathing slowed and his eyelids drooped. This boy was very attractive, and I had the urge to play with that shaggy, silky, golden hair. So I did. Bad decision.

A.N.: I hoped you liked it! The next chapter will have Arthur's POV. Comment!