Not in the Script - FrUk - 4

"Alright," Arthur sighed as he and Francis entered the elevator of his building, "rules. No touching. That goes for objects and me. Stay out of my kitchen, don't even look at my tv, and take your shoes off before you even ENTER. Got it?"

Francis nodded. "Of course, mon cher." He laughed, walking past the Brit when the elevator doors opened. He took off his shoes, just as he was told, and put then next to the door of the other male's penthouse, raising an eyebrow.

Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes at the Frenchman's cocky smirk and followed. He unlocked the door, walking in without taking off his shoes. Francis raised an eyebrow and muttered a few unsavory words in french as he followed the Brit inside.


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"It's only been an hour, and I'm already ready to pull my hair out!"

Francis raised an eyebrow at the now screaming Brit. He was fine just a moment ago, so the Frenchman was rightly a bit confused.

"Arthur, what's wrong?"

"I can't take this! A person can only stand being around someone like you for so long!"

Francis scoffed and crossed his arms, now glaring at the other blond.

"Well, what a nice thing to say to a man you only met this morning. I see no reason for you to hate me so much."

"You're just annoying!"

"Well, the feeling is mutual. Unfortunately, we both signed a contract. We have to do this. So pick up the damn script and keep rehearsing."

Arthur groaned. He knew for a fact that if he didn't do so, Alfred would find out, somehow, some way. Either him or Gilbert. Either way, he would be in trouble. So, he nodded and continued.

Unfortunately for Arthur, Francis didn't want to start with any fight scenes. No serious scenes. He wanted to work on becoming comfortable with their faces being close together.

Arthur tried to protest, but soon enough, their noses were pressed together. Their breath tickled the skin above their lips, as did the slight amount of stubble on Francis' face.

Arthur couldn't help but shiver a bit, as this wasn't the least bit comfortable for him. Being this close to Francis when the camera was rolling was bad enough, but when they had no reason to be, when Francis could do anything he liked, it was even worse.


".. Hey, Arthur?"

"Choose your words carefully, or I'll do something that will make you have to change your name to Francine."

That earned a soft giggle from the Frenchman. Arthur merely groaned in response.

"Well.. I was wondering... perhaps we could practice our kissing~?"

"No chance in hell. This is enough."

Though Arthur said that, he didn't want to pull away. He had started to like it... feeling Francis' breath against his lips, being able to look into the other blond's eyes without Francis thinking it meant anything. Of course, Francis still tried.

"Come on, you really stiffened up when we kissed today. You need to relax."

"Well, excuuuuse me. I've never had to kiss someone for a role before."

"I know that. Which I why I want to help you get used to it. Come on, we're going to kiss plenty of times on set anyway. How could one more hurt?"

Arthur had started to hate Francis being right all the time. With a sigh, he nodded, forcing his nose to rub against the older male's.

"Now," Francis said simply, doing his best not to sound too eager, "just pretend i'm someone you've known all your life. Someone you've always felt something for, but never had the courage to talk to."

"We're just going to kiss, no need to give it a back story."

Francis shrugged, pulling away from the Brit to make the situation less awkward.

"Fine, have it your way. But, you have to have the right body language."

"Body language?"

"Oui. You have to be convincing when you kiss me. You have to touch me the right way."

Francis sighed and grabbed Arthur's hands, forcing them onto his own waist. The Brit scoffed and didn't bother to pull away, figuring Francis knew what he was doing.

"And?"

"Rub my waist a little."

"No."

"Arthur, come on.."

".. fine."

Arthur did as he was told, his face flushing.

"N-Now what?"

"Look into my eyes."

"How is that necessary?!"

"You were starring into them a minute ago."

Dammit, he noticed.

"Fine."

Arthur felt like a moron, doing everything Francis told him. But for some reason, he just couldn't say no to the Frenchman. He bit his lower lip and looked into the older man's eyes, pressing their foreheads together.

"Now what?"

"Kiss me."

Arthur didn't hesitate to do so.