Magic - FrUK

Francis laughed at the smaller boy. "You can do magic? Magic is for witches, which are all girls, lapin." He crossed his arms, smirking at Arthur.

"Shut up, you stupid frog! Of course I can do magic! It's not just for girls, and I don't even know what 'lap-an' MEANS so stop calling me that!" Frustrated, he kicked the blond boy's leg, fighting back tears.

"Ow!" Francis yanked his leg back quickly and rubbed it slightly. "My, my, someone has a temper." He flicked the other boy's forehead before smiling again. "You're stupid and you have a temper! No wonder why you have to play with your imaginary unicorn and faerie friends instead of real people!"

"Shut up!" Arthur puffed up his cheeks and chest before bending over to grab the first thing he could get his hands on, a rock. He chucked it at the older boy's head. "I can too do magic! Watch, I'm gonna disappear forever and no stupid frogs will be able to find me because smelly people like you can't use magic!" The British boy ran off into the forest, already feeling regret over the rock he threw at Francis' pretty face. He couldn't help it. The stupid Frenchman was being annoying and asking for it!

After a few minutes of running, Arthur realised he was deep in the forest, lost. He didn't want any of the animals to get him, nor did he want Francis to run up behind him and pull him into another tight and annoying hug, because the older boy always sloppily kissed Arthur's cheeks afterwards. Arthur panicked and ran to a tree. He tried to climb it, but he kept on slipping and falling down. He took off his shoes and tossed them to the path before returning to the tree again. The British boy climbed up the tree, getting small cuts on his hands and feet. They hurt, but he didn't care; he just didn't want to be seen. He sat in the tree, grabbing onto the branch for support.

A few minutes later, he heard a familar voice calling his voice. "Arthur? Arthur, where are you? I did not mean to make you angry, please come back. You are going to be eaten by bears or monsters if you do not come out right now." The blue-eyed boy saw Arthur's little boots on the path. He ran up to them, hoping that Arthur was nearby and that no one kidnapped him. "Arthur?" Feeling uneasy, Francis squirmed a little bit. "Arthur, please, if you are there, say something."

Something hit Francis' head. An acorn. Arthur was the one who threw it. "Wha-- Arthur, are you up there somewhere?" Francis turned around and looked up at the trees, spotting the other child. "Thank god," Francis mumbled under his breath. "Arthur, come down from there!"

"No!"

"Please?"

"NO!"

"S'il vous plait?"

"I don't even know what that means, stupid! Seevooplay to you, too!"

Francis sighed. "Arthur..."

"...Wait. How did you even find me?"

Francis blurted out the first word that came to mind. "Magic."

"Magic? But you said--"

"Yes, I said it was for girls, but I did not know that boys could learn it, too. After you ran away, I was so worried that I... I asked one of your faerie friends to teach me magic. So she did, and then I came out here and found you." He smiled. "Now will you come down?"

"...Fine," Arthur grumbled. He climbed back down the tree, and Francis grabbed the petit boy when he was close enough to the ground.

"What happened to your hands and feet?" Francis asked, setting the boy gently down on the ground.

"Nothing."

"Do they hurt?"

"No."

"Are you lying?"

"...Yes." Arthur sat down on the ground, putting his boots back on.

Francis got onto his knees and crawled to Arthur. He put his hands on the boy's boots and smiled.

"What are you doing, stupid frog?" Arthur sniffled.

"Using magic to make your feet better. Do they still hurt?"

"...No."

Francis grinned. "Good. Then I will not feel as bad doing this" he flicked Arthur's forehead again "again." The French boy got up and laughed before running off in the direction whence he came.

"Hey! S-stupid frog! Come back here, I didn't even say thanks yet and you hit me and that's not fair!" Arthur stood up and dusted himself off a little bit before running after Francis.