A Simple Touch

After they had gotten their coffee, Arthur drove them back to the publishing company's building.

"So," Francis grinned as soon as they walked into the quaint, vintage cafe', "you are a writer and an editor?"

"Yes, I am," Arthur replied, blushing a bit at the other's grin and cute face.

"Aw, that's so wonderful!" Francis cheered, hugging Arthur tightly from behind. "I'm so glad I have such a talented boyfriend!"

Arthur laughed with the only air that he had left in him, happy that Francis didn't find his jobs boring like everyone else. Then again, Francis had always supported Arthur in anything that he took part in, so Arthur knew it was only natural to pay the favor back.

"Well, doesn't modeling have a talent of its own?"

"Not really," Francis replied. "You just stand around and make cute poses while wearing beautiful outfits. I am actually thinking of quitting and becoming a designer instead. That involves talent, Arthur, not modeling."

"I see," Arthur smiled softly. "Whatever you want to do, Francis, I'll be right here to support you through it, just like you have supported me."

"Oh, you are too sweet, mon amour~" Francis chuckled, kissing the other's cheek. "Merci a thousand times."

"You're welcome," Arthur replied, accepting the kiss on his cheek. "But try to keep your hands off me during the meeting, okay?~"

"My dear, you know that it is impossible for me to do so~"

"But no one is supposed to know~"

"Fine," Francis sighed dramatically, letting Arthur go. "I suppose you have a point, there."

"ARTIE!" a voice cheered loudly, and Alfred came crashing into his brother on his American flag-patterned Heelys.

"AH!" Arthur cried, falling onto the floor with Alfred on top of him. "ALFRED!"

Francis laughed, enjoying the scene already.

"Nothing's changed, I see~"

"Unfortunately not," Arthur flatly replied. "Alfred, get off of me!"

"Sorry, bro," Alfred apologized, helping Arthur stand up.

"Ugh!" Arthur huffed, fixing his clothes and hair with the help of a wall mirror to make himself look presentable again. "And I'm wearing my nice clothes today!"

"I said I was sorry!" Alfred snapped, crossing his arms. "No, 'I forgive you, Alfred?' Thanks!"

"Alright, alright, fine," Arthur sighed softly. "I forgive you, Alfred."

"That's better," Alfred smirked, sitting down at the table. "Yo, Arthur, where's the food?"

Arthur rolled his eyes, annoyed by his younger brother's behavior.

"You're twenty-two, Alfred, control yourself."

"You're twenty-two, Alfred, control yourself," Alfred said as he mocked Arthur's words, purposely trying to rile the other blonde up.

"Oh, I'll show you!" Arthur threatened, but was interrupted by some more familiar voices.

"Are ye two still fightin' like children?" Alistair grinned, walking in with two men and one woman.

"Alfred started it!" Arthur argued, pointing to the American.

"Arthur, darlin', calm down," the woman and Arthur's older sister, Bella, smiled kindly. "Alfred won't hurt ye again, alright?"