The Definition of Perfection~FrUK

"You know how when you're a little kid, if someone teased you, it was because they like you?" Arthur Kirkland was laying on the grass, his mind floating to the puffy, white clouds in the sky. This is how the Brit usually spent his days now, just lying on the grass until his blonde hair became soaked with dew. His mind drifted towards a few things, but most of the time the Brit thought of Francis.

"Yeah, why?" Today the blonde