The evening was beginning to turn into a crispy night. Leaves were tossed to the side by the wind and the 2 were about to stay the whole night watching a merchant ship.

"Before we go out Mon Amie-" Francis was cut short by Arthur. 

"Don't call me that, wanker," Arthur retorted. "What are we doing?"

"Before you CRUDELY interrupted me. We're going to my house for some supplies."

Arthur only glanced at him and didn't say a word. They walked in silence, Arthur kicking up leaves as he walked, while Francis watched quietly.

"Yanno, mon amie, you're awfully quiet, you're usually being annoying and saying some British nonsense," Francis smirked and Arthur placed his hands in his pockets.

"It's nothing you bloody git," his voice sounded strained and Francis glanced at him. Arthur couldn't keep a glare and he kicked the small leaves, who crunched under his boots. 

"Don't look at me like that, you frog!"

"Just tell me what's wrong," Francis stated very firmly. He felt bad that he was using Arthur for a selfish goal in mind, but pushed that thought away. It was the least he could do and to listen to the venting British male.

"You won't understand!" Arthur shouted and for some reason, Francis flinched and felt an overwhelming feeling burst in him. Arthur's green eyes went wide a little bit and he bit the bottom of his lip. 

Francis sighed and turned towards him. He recognized the feeling before and leaned towards him, a smirk painting itself on his face. "Who is she?"

"WHAT-!?" Arthur shouted loudly. His face wrinkling in anger. 

"Typically men like you have problems with women, just tell the love master your problems and I'll help you~"

"Okay... She is a really good friend of mine and I want to ask her to dinner..." Arthur admitted. "I don't need help from a frog."

"Iggy is going to try to have a girlfriend aye~" Francis teased. Arthur shoved Francis to the side and replied.

"Don't call me Iggy."

"Iggy~"

"I command you to stop, you wanker!" Arthur stood strongly as his hands were clenched into a fist. 

"You can't tell me what to-"

"I work for the law you bloody git!"

Francis glanced at him and crossed his arms. "Fine...!" The wind tossed his medium blond hair to the side and Arthur glanced at him and narrowed his eyes. 

"Plus, how could a frog like you help me anyways?"

"I could give you pointers and tips~" Francis leaned towards the British male. 

Arthur turned a little red and glanced away. "Where the bloody hell is your house at?"

"Cute that you're trying to change the subject~"

"What does that mean!?!" He shouted and Francis stopped in front of a small, little house. It was a shotgun house because you could literally take a shotgun and shoot right through it. There were roses in the front yard and the painting on the house looked new.

"Welcome to my home!"

"It's an alright home for a frog like you," Arthur muttured and crossed his arms. "Go grab whatever you need."

Arthur waited outside for a while and Francis came back with a bag with red roses on it and replied.

"I have snacks~!"

Arthur rolled his eyes and glanced away. "Flies, frog?"

Francis smirked and replied in a sarcastic voice. "You're so funny, Iggy."

"I'm not Iggy!" Arthur growled, his emerald green eyes glowering. 

The two began to move away from the comfortable home and Francis ran his hand through his blond hair. "Probably not my business but—" 

"Then don't ask." Arthur snapped, his words falling into place coldly as he crossed his arms. 

"About that woman who exited yesterday, who was she?" 

Arthur crossed his arms and only let out a small grunt. "Some broad that likes suckin' detectives off to get their bad boyfriends out of jail." 

"Did she get in your pants..?" Francis laughed out as Arthur gave a monotone look. Francis's laughing subsided as Arthur only scoffed. 

"No, I wouldn't let myself be touched in such an appropriate way." 

"You’re saving yourself for the right one…?" Francis asked, his hands behind his back as he got a weird glare from Arthur. 

"Maybe I just don't wanna think about intercourse, unlike you, you horny Frenchman." 

"Tch, makes sense why you're so angry all the time!" 

"You little…!" Arthur grabbed Francis's body and began to shake him back and forth as Francis began to laugh. 

"Yeah —! Explains why you have raging problems." Arthur released Francis down into the mud and only gave a small snigger. "Tch, makes sense why you look the way you do, frog." 

He landed hastily down into the mud and didn't say any retort back, his smile went down into a frown as he began to wipe the waterlogged soil off of him. 

"Ahh, geez frog, I —" Arthur offered the Frenchman his hand, his emerald green eyes oddly caring as Francis crossed his arms. 

"I'm fine, I don't need a ratface's hand to rescue me." 

"Sorry…" Arthur mumbled as the roaring water began to grow each passing minute. Francis didn't know what to say, so he got off the murky ground. The roaring of water got louder and louder as silence grew between the two, Arthur would occasionally glance at the Frenchman who only puckered his lips. 

"See anything you like~?" Francis had teased, finally breaking the deafening silence between them. 

"God, heaven's no." 

The two made their way down to the port and the nostalgia began to overtake Francis. This is where he was a few nights ago. This is where his life changed and contorted around him. 

"You okay…?" Arthur asked as he observed coldly. Francis only gave a small nod as his anxiety began to breathe louder and louder down the back of his neck. His eyes veered down towards his bag and asked, 

"Want any snacks, Arthur?" 

"I don't want your filthy flies." 

In his bag, he had more than just snacks. There was a small sword that he had taken in the bag if he saw the pirate he was supposed to kill.

"Okay, fine by me." Francis huffed as the two stood in silence for a few moments. Francis glanced at Arthur who was busy humming something to himself and Francis glanced at him.

"I know that tune. It's an old pirate folksong."

"Yeah, some detectives were humming it earlier today." Arthur glanced away as Francis smirked, knowing more about Arthur's romantic interests baffled him and he wanted to know more. 

"So about this girl~"

"Don't."

"What's her name~?"

"No one! How many times do I have to say-?"

"Fine. Fine. Don't tell me."

A few seconds dragged on as Arthur finally broke the silence, a giant sigh releasing from his open mouth. "Her name is Brittany. She's a fellow detective."

Francis nodded. "And you, like her-?"

Arthur didn't say anything, but his emerald eyes averted the question. 

"Looks like little Iggy is in looooooove~" Francis teased and Arthur slugged him hard in his shoulder as a response.

"What exactly are you going to do after all of this?" Francis asked, glancing at the port and thinking about his big dreamboat and his second mate. 

"I'm going to keep working. Us british men don't stop, ever. How about you?" 

"Once we catch that pirate," Francis yawned. "I'm going to sail across the sea with a beautiful girl." 

"So, was all this for selfish reasons?" Arthur leaned forward, a smirk drawn so cleanly on his face. 

"Pfffft, no! I care about the innocent people who this guy is hurting. AFTER we get him, I will leave." Francis yawned more as he slumped against a rock. Arthur looked unsettled by the water that roared over the dock and only scoffed at what Francis had said. 

"So, you lived back in England?" Francis asked quietly as Arthur nodded softly, his blond hair falling over his eyes gave Francis the temptation to wipe it away. 

"Yeah. My heart lies back in England. I wanna return and stop drinking this horrible tea however…" he trailed off as his eyes glanced towards the turbulent sea, his mind off in a different place. 

"However what…?" Francis urged him to continue as the male only shrugged, glancing towards the sea and pressed his lips softly together. 

"It's nothing really… just…" he trailed off, his eyes never leaving the darkening sea. 

Francis didn't say anything as he glanced at Arthur and decided to change the subject. "Do I seriously not have a chance with Joan?" 

"Yeah, you stand no chance. It's the untamed hair, like I said." Arthur rolled his eyes as Francis huffed, changing the subject to something different, trying to shake the feeling of not gaining Joan's affection.

"Arthur, I am tired~" Francis replied. "Wanna take the first watch?"

Arthur sighed and replied. "Fine."

Francis smiled softly and replied , "thanks mon amie."

"Yeah, yeah," Arthur replied and Francis laid down on the ground and curled up while Arthur glanced as a ship was making its way into the harbor. "Wake me when you get tired, got it?"

"For someone who says this pirate exists, you sure can sleep on the job." Arthur had been standing and only got a hit on the boot for a response. 

~~~~~~~~~~

He didn't know how long he had been sleeping; however, when he woke up Arthur was curled up, his body acting as a small barrier for Francis. Francis had noticed he had been using the male's stomach as a pillow and he glanced down, he kinda looked peaceful. 

Francis stood up and went towards the dock and the crew were busy unloading boxes and Francis' mouth hung open.

There was a lone pirate with light brown skin with darker brown hair. He was trying to shake the guards off and he was complaining about something. "Let go of me!" His spanish accent cried out as he shook in the guard's grip. 

"You shouldn't have tried to steal from us, you riffraff!"

"That's that one wannabe pirate again," Arthur replied. His voice spooked Francis and he spun around. The right half of his body was soaked in mud and Francis snickered. "Wannabe?"

"Yeah. He's just a teen boy who thinks he's a pirate. He's been talked to multiple times, I got my money he's the culprit."

Francis glanced at him and Arthur walked up to the guards, showed him his badge and he replied.

"He's a suspect in a case."

The guards glanced at each other and noticed the mud that clingfully held to the British male. They didn't respond right away and after moments of silence, one replied. "Okay... Whatever. Try to punish this riffraff."