A/N: yeah I lied here's another date one. Also, they both speak to each other in French, prob should've said that before.

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"Frannyy???"

"Yesss?"

He tucked one of the dogs, Apple, in her bed. "Do you want to go out tomorrow?"

He yawned, "Where?"

Lloyd laid next to him. "We could go to....the café?"

"That's nice." François rolled over to glance at those lavender eyes. "So beautiful."

The other kissed his nose. "We don't really go much, but I really like going out with you." He grabbed one of the squishmallow. "You make things fun."

"Not as fun as yo-" he gasped, "oh shit, my skincare!"

He stood up to grab the chorcal face scurb and ran to the bathroom, hating the feeling of his thick thighs rubbing together. He heard Lloyd whining about how often he does this stupid stuff to his face, but he cleverly reminded him of the time when he rubbed mud on his face because he thought that would help with ache. They both laughed remember that.

François smiled to himself as he rubbed the scrub on his face. "I hope he doesn't rub coffee in his face tomorrow."

As he was in the bathroom, he heard a thund coming from the bedroom. Must've been Lloyd dropping the remote again. He continued to do skincare until he heard Apple barking her head off. She's a service dog, she only barks if something is wrong.

"Lloydie, is everything good?" He dried his face. He stood there for a second for a reply with the towel in his hands. He rushed in a few seconds later when he heard Apple whining and scratching at the door.

He followed her to the other side of the bed, her tiny body shaking with each bark. He rushed to see Lloyd shaking on the ground.

François slapped himself out of the shock and immediately went into action. He wrapped up the towel and put under the other's head after he moved things he could bump into. He put a handkerchief in his mouth to make sure he didn't bite his tongue.

The sight of his husband's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his skinny body shaking around horrified him, but he spoke calmly. "Lloyd, it's ok. I'm here."

He patted Apple's to calm her down. "Don't bark, sweetheart. You'll scared him." He put a timer on his phone, just in case he had to call the ambulance.

He kept talking. "It'll stop soon. You have nothing to worry about."

After 20 seconds, the seizure started to calm down. At exactly 27 seconds, it stopped entirely. Lloyd was still unconscious as François removed the handkerchief from his mouth and put him in the recovery position.

"Lloydie, the seizure stopped." He began to wake up. "There we go, you're awake!"

With blurred vision and feeling fatigue, the shorter looked around. "S-seizure?"

"Yeah, it wasn't anything big." He helped Lloyd sit up on his lap. He felt the other's head laying on his shoulder. "I saw your take your medication. Did you feel stressed?"

"No." Trying his best to remember, he said, "I didn't eat....m-much today, I only had breakfast b-but it was big."

"Oh baby, you know better than to do that." He turned to the dog, who was sitting patiently at their side. "Apple, go to the fridge and get strawberries."

Like a good girl, she ran to the kitchen and returned in less than one minute with the strawberry container in her mouth. After being praised and promised a treat tomorrow, she put herself back to bed.

"Baby, eat, please." He slowly ate the strawberry.

Once he ate a few, he began to get back to normal. With a little help, he stood up and laid back in bed.

"I'm really sorry you had to see that." He blushed as François tucked him in. "It's so embarrassing when it happens."

"It's ok, you have no reason to be sorry." He laid and cuddled him. "You barely have them anymore, and that one wasn't very serious."

"I know, but Epilepsy is sooo embarrassing! I know I look so weird when I have a seizure!"

"Lloydie, it's ok. I'm happy I was here to help." He kissed his forehead.

"Thanks, Franny."

They laid together for a while, and then François realized, "We can't drink coffee tomorrow. You want to go the park with the dogs?"

"Yeah, and we can get McDonalds." He knew that would make François grin, which it did.

"Fucking love McDonald's." He kissed his head. "Fucking love you, babyboy."

"Fucking love you too, sweetheart."

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The next day at 11pm, they both went out, all their dogs with them. They had only had three; Apple, Blueberry, and Benjamin. France was busy at night, the country never had a chance to rest with all the lights and parties.

François made sure Lloyd had just enough to eat before tonight. He's a baker, so when he came back from work, he brought Lloyd everything he knew would eat. The man had a disgustingly large sweet tooth. On their wedding night, he ate sweets for an hour before having sex with his newlywed.

They went everywhere at night, they just like the scenery. If they were at Lloyd's country, they would have crowds and guards following them around. They almost lived there, but decided that they wanted the private life after the misery they both suffered through.

The dog park wasn't far. When they got there, François unleashed the dogs and allowed them to run around, barking and chasing each other. Lloyd threw a ball for them.

"Damn, you look so hot throwing that."

Lloyd grinned at him, "I bet you wish you were that ball."

They sat on the bench together. It was a chilly Spring night. Not cold enough for a hoodie but also not hot enough for shorts. François enjoyed this time especially, he was going to have the yearly month long stuffy nose anyday now.

"What did you do at work today, Lloydie?" The taller stretched his back on the bench.

"Nothing much, we're getting closer to parliament finally getting their shit together." When Lloyd's country became independent, they opted for a king and parliament. Everyone wanted him to become the first king, but his father took the role instead.

"Ugh, thank God. Your dad will get them in line, he knows what to do." François moved closer to him. "Can you imagine you as king?"

"Ewwwww, I'm gonna have to make speechessss." Then he giggled. "The crown would look nice though."

"Prince François," the other smiled as he imagined himself in the palace. "nice title."

Benjamin came up with the ball in his mouth. Lloyd threw it again as he said, "We'll make those three knights."

They looked at each other, both giddy yet terrified. His father only said he'll rule until the country is better, so anyday now Lloyd would be king. Being a general was a pain, but what about as king to a growing nation?

They both stood up, François stretching again. Lloyd whistled the dogs back so they could be driven to the Macdonalds.

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The dogs stayed in the playpen as the two ordered McDonalds. If Lloyd were to be completely honest, he didn't really see François' appel to this place. Wasn't the worst, but nothing compares to his father's old style Korean cooking. He usually ordered the same thing, a salad. Recently, however, François got him to like fries.

"How come you never get soda?" François put ketchup on his nuggets and shook them in the box. (Fucking criminal 😤)

"Never tried it."

François gave him bug eyes. "Oh my gosh." He looked over at the soda machines then back at Lloyd with a grin. "You want to try all of them? I'll keep the ones you don't want."

"Definitely."

He ran to the machine and came back with five cups of Cola, Sprite, Crush, Pepsi, and Fruit Punch. Not exactly a soda, but he knew Lloyd liked it.

Pepsi was a no, Cola was a definite no, Sprite was surprisingly ok but not great, and of course Fruit Punch was his favorite. But surprisingly, he really like Crush.

"It tastes the way an orange that snorted sugar would taste."

François didn't mind the two extra drinks (Lloyd wanted to keep the orange one for later). Just that alone was another reminder of two different childhoods. François always grew up higher class and went to McDonalds with his friends whenever he wanted to. Lloyd was lower-class and barely had money for food sometimes, let alone soda. It's funny how rich he is now and still lives like he needs to stretch every penny.

Lloyd looked over at the dogs in the pen, all sleeping on each other. They were so cute, especially Apple with her big brown eyes. He turned to François, who was beginning to doze off at the table.

"I think someone is ready to go home." François was asleep.

Lloyd thought to himself how to get him awake enough to drive them home. He himself can't drive due to that stupid Epilepsy and the dogs would probably start licking the controls.

He took out the dogs and allowed them to lick his hand, awaking him up. He blinked and over at Lloyd, who was ever so cute with his dorky smile.

"Sorry to wake you, sweetheart."

He yawned. "It's okkkk." He stood up and grabbed his keys. "Let's go home, baby."

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