Arthur typed angrily at his keyboard mumbling to himself. For the past few days he had been stacked with work and hadn't gotten much sleep. Peter ran into his room and jumped onto Arthur.

"Arthur, I'm going to go see Wy!" He yelled.

"Brat! Get off of me!" Arthur struggled against him. Once Peter had gotten off he stuck his tongue out.

"What's got your boxers in a bunch!" He ran laughing.

Arthur rubbed his eyes and got up to make himself some tea. As he waited for his water to heat up, he received a surprise guest.

"'Ello mon ami!" Francis called from the doorway.

"What are you doing here git?" Arthur said rather salty. Francis dramaticly clutched his heart.

"Oh 'ow you 'urt me!" Francis said falling over dramaticly.

Francis saw the bags under Arthur's eyes, and noticed how tired he seemed. Francis smirked and picked him up bridal style.

"Let go of me!" Arthur yelled.

Francis placed him on the couch and put a blanket on him. He went and got Arthur's tea, and served it to him. In a matter of seconds Arthur was asleep. Francis smiled and looked rather proud of himself.

"Sleep well, mon Amor." He kissed his forehead and when to finished Arthur's paperwork for him.

It's short but cute.