Arthur took in a deep, fresh breath of morning air as he brushed the living room curtains aside. Light quickly breathed life into the once dull room.
It was the perfect Sunday.
With a fresh cup of Earl Grey tea in one hand, Arthur made his way outside to pick up the Daily Prophet.
SLIP
The Englishman let out a yelp of surprise as his foot slid on a sticky substance. He quickly regained his balance, but the sudden movement caused the piping hot tea to fly out of the teacup and all over his clothes.
"MERLIN'S BEARD!" Arthur hissed as the hot liquid seeped through his clothes and burned his skin. He quickly glanced down for the culprit and saw a white, goopy substance.
...And no, it's not what you think!
"Ugh, bird poop." He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
And it wasn't just on his walkway, hundreds of bird poop were littered all over his lawn, house, car, and-
"Good morning Arthur!" A mint colored bunny with wings said happily as he zoomed his way towards the Brit.
-and apparently on Flying Mint Bunny as well.
"It looks like a winter wonderland here!"
SPLAT!
The smelly bird poop landed right on top of Arthur's shoulder. He quickly glared daggers up at the dozens of white pigeons perched on the telephone lines over his house.
There was only one person with this much carrier pigeons in this neighborhood, and it wasn't Gilbert.
"FRANCIIIISSSSSS!!!!!"
The Englishman quickly made his way over to his neighbor's house with Flying Mint Bunny right behind him. It was about the hundredth time that the Brit had to complain to Francis about his pets and their obsession with multiplying the Pierre population and pooping all over his lawn!
"Francis you bloody wanker!" Arthur yelled as he furiously banged on the Frenchman's door. "Come outside this instant you bloody damn frog! I've just about had it with you and all your damn Pierre's! Open up you git!!"
Mint Bunny giggled and spun around in the air. "Hey Iggy, I heard that some people collect bird poop and make a face mask out of them! Isn't that cool?"
Arthur covered his nose as the bunny flew closer, "Oh god, is that why your face is caked in bird poop?"
"Hey, in another hour my face will be glowing and we'll see who will be laughing!" Mint Bunny stuck his tongue out playfully. "You should try it! Maybe girls would flock to you like all of France's birds do."
Arthur scoffed and smirked smugly. "You reek of bird shit so much that it's affecting my hearing. Go take a shower wanker."
"Oh my gosh! I do?!"
"Hell you do-" Arthur abruptly stopped mid-sentence.
That didn't sound like Flying Mint Bunny at all.
He quickly whipped his head over his shoulder and in that moment, time seemed to stop.
In front of him stood a beautiful young woman with (h/l), (h/t), (h/c) hair and sparkling (e/c) eyes. There was something about her that felt so familiar, but he couldn't pinpoint it. All of a sudden, his heart began to pound within his chest and his face felt hot enough melt chocolate! Whoever this girl was, it was undeniable that she was the most beautiful woman Arthur had ever seen in his entire life.
Could this be...what love at first sight feels like?
A blush dusted his cheeks as he quickly regained his gentlemanly demeanor. "P-Pardon me! I was just talking to myself earlier."
You sniffed the sleeve of your sweater, "So I don't smell like bird poo?"
"O-O-Of course not! You smell nothing like bird poo!" Arthur waved his hands in disagreement. "In fact, you smell like...like..."
A blush dusted his cheeks as a familiar, nostalgic scent wafted through the air.
"Roses." He muttered, feeling old memories wash over him. "Sort of like the English Roses back at my country..."
Oh god, that sounded creepy.
"N-Not that I usually go around smelling people!" Arthur exclaimed, face burning with embarrassment. "it just so happens that…that the breeze blew towards my directions and caught hold of your perfume, that's all!"
You couldn't help but chuckle at the blushing Brit in front of you. "Well that's a relief! That I don't smell, that is."
Arthur smiled sheepishly. Her laugh sounded like an angel's sigh! He couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling right now. His heart was beating so fast it was crazy! Just the sight of you and the feel of this new-found emotion was enough to make all of Arthur's rage towards Francis fade into thin air.
"Is that?..." You pointed to the bird poop on his shoulder curiously.
Arthur's face turned tomato red and he quickly removed his cardigan in embarrassment, "I just happened to walk under a bird doing its business that's all. B-But anyway, it seems I've walked into the wrong house. I was certain that this was the Bonnefoy residence."
You nodded your head, "Well you're at the right place."
Arthur froze.
What was someone like you doing in Francis's house? Were you one of the maids? Well, he's been here plenty of times and he's never seen your face around before. Plus, you weren't wearing the maid's uniform either. Either that or you were...
Arthur shuddered at the thought.
You were far too innocent and young to be Francis's girlfriend.
If you aren't a maid or Francis's girlfriend, then just who were you?
"Soeur? Who is that at the door?" Francis asked as he joined you by the doorway.
"YOU." Arthur pointed angrily at him.
"Oh, bonjour Arthur~" Francis quickly covered his nose. "Eugh, you smell awful."
"Because of your damn birds! Look what they did to my house! It looks like bloody Christmas on my block!"
You and Francis gasped in awe. It really did look like Christmas on the Kirkland's residence. A very...stinky and lumpy looking Christmas.
"Peter you bozo!" Arthur shouted over the fence. "Stop making snow angels! That is not snow!"
"This one's going on Instagram OHONHONHON!" Francis exclaimed deviously as he whipped out his phone.
"You wanker! Give me that!" Arthur exclaimed as he wrestled Francis for the device.
"And post!"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
"THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID YESTERDAY BUT HERE I AM! OH LOOK, 100 LIKES ALREADY!"
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" Flying Mint Bunny cheered.
So this must've been the infamous Arthur Kirkland that your brother always fought with. You were expecting a hairy, bushy browed man, but man were you wrong.
He was pretty attractive!
"Brother, that is not how you treat our guest!" You exclaimed, quickly prying him away from the Brit.
"Guest?!"
"Brother?!?"
"Treats? Where?!?"
The two men and mythical creature gaped at your sudden outburst. "Yes, GUEST. I don't know what's going on, but let's sort this out inside. He's in our home and it's rude to treat our guests like that."
"(Name), this is Arthur! He's been here plenty of times! He's an ass not a guest!"
"Hey!" Arthur exclaimed.
"Oh no you don't go messing around with my homeboy!" Mint Bunny sassed.
You crossed your arms, "Well I've never met him before so he'll be treated like a guest should. Really Francis, even if you always fight with him you really should treat him better."
Francis glared at Arthur as he snickered in amusement. "Yeah, Francis." Arthur whispered happily.
"Brother, please show Arthur into the living room and hand him a towel while I get some drinks ready."
"Oui," Francis mumbled as you entered the house with Flying Mint Bunny chattering behind you.
"Ooh drinks! Get me some whiskey or scotch or- Hey wait a minute! You're French right? I want some wine then!"
Brother...so you were Francis's sister! No wonder the accent sounded familiar! But Arthur was even more surprised at how pleasantly different you were from Francis. You were kind, proper, and knew how to put your foot down. Heck, you even had Francis wrapped around your finger! And he hated to admit it but...
You made French accents really cute.
Francis raised an eyebrow at Arthur's cheerful expression. "What are you grinning about?"
"She's not seeing anyone is she?"
Francis squinted his eyes at the Brit suspiciously, "No. Why would you ask something like that?"
Arthur let out a chuckle as he patted the Frenchman's shoulder. He gave him a devious smile before following after you,
"Say bonjour to your new brother in law wanker~"
