#hws france b'day

[koolkat9]

Sweet as Cake

So I threw a little GerFrUk thing together since it if Francis’ birthday today.

Paring: GerFruk

Rating: T

Word Count: 1118

“God damn It.”

“Shhhhh,” Ludwig hushed, giving Arthur a death glare. 

“I know I know, but-” Arthur hissed in pain when Ludwig took hold of his now injured hand. 

Today was Francis’ birthday and at the last minute, Arthur had proposed that he and Ludwig make him a cake to surprise the Frenchman. Although it was short notice, it seemed manageable once they got all the ingredients so Ludwig had agreed. Unfortunately, Arthur had slept in a bit so they were now on a time constraint and now the Brit had injured himself in his rush.

“Hey...it's okay. We still have time. If we keep a level head we’ll be fine.”

 Although he was also worried about this, he wasn’t about to let Arthur lose his cool. He placed a kiss on the burn mark and continued, “you go take care of this, I’ll keep working here.”

Arthur's brows furrowed in hesitancy, but he ended up heading to the bathroom anyway. 

Ludwig on the other hand returned to stirring. At least they were almost ready to put it in the oven. Arthur’s little accident wouldn’t cause an issue and the cake would be cooling by the time Francis got up. Everything was going great considering. That was until two arms snaked their way around his waist.

“Arthur?” He asked, praying that his guess was right. If not, then there went their surprise.

“Non,” came a sleepy voice, “what are you two doing up so early?”

Before Ludwig could reply, Francis reached around him, scooping some cake batter onto his finger and giving it a taste. “Mmm, lemon. My favorite,” Francis hummed, his arm returning to its previous position. 

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Ludwig groaned.

“Well, I am surprised and very grateful. Angleterre even got wounded for it. So romantic.”

“You just like laughing at his misery.”

Francis chuckled. “That too.”

“What are you doing up?” Arthur asked as he returned to the kitchen.

“Your painful howling woke me, then I smelled something good so I ultimately decided to get up.”

“Arthur is the pan ready?” Ludwig cut in, knowing a fight was most likely about to break out between the other two.

“Yes, as is the oven. Is the batter good?”

“Yep, pass me the pan?”

Soon enough the cake was in the oven, the three lovers retreated to the living room and settled onto the couch (or in Francis’ case, settled on Ludwig’s lap). “Only you Angleterre could get burned preheating the oven,” Francis teased, looking over the Brit’s now bandaged hand. 

“Oh shove it. I got this because I was trying to do something nice for you.”

Ludwig let out a tired sigh, “Don’t you two start. Can’t we have one morning without your bickering and just cuddle like normal people?”

“Aww is Luddy feeling neglected?” Francis purred.

“I-I didn’t say…”

“Don’t tease him,” Arthur barked, taking hold of the German’s hand, “don’t let him get to you.”

“Oh please, like you’re any better.”

“That’s it,” Ludwig roared. He took Francis’s face in his hands and pulled him in for a hard kiss, He repeated such action with Arthur as well. “There. Maybe that’ll shut you two up.” 

And it did. Both of them were left slacked-jawed and flustered by the forwardness of Ludwig. Said man only smirked at his accomplishment, wrapping his arms around them. 

Just when they had all gotten comfortable, the timer went off signaling the cake was ready. Arthur and Ludwig immediately headed into the kitchen and Francis followed close behind. 

“We’ll let it cool for now, but can you get the icing?” Ludwig asked Arthur as he set the pan on the counter.

“Coming right up.”

Francis was left in the door frame as he watched the other two pace around the kitchen. His heart fluttered at the thought they were doing this all for him. Not that it seemed difficult for them, he knew Ludwig and even Arthur were experienced bakers who enjoyed the activity, but he still found it extremely sweet.

“Don’t eat the icing,” Ludwig reprimanded, pulling Francis out of his admirative daydream.

“I’m just taste-testing it. It’s good by the way.” 

Ludwig only shook his head. “You have some...here...let me get it.” Arthur must have gotten some of the icing on the corner of his mouth as Ludwig walked over, wiping the area with his thumb and licking it. “You’re right it is good.”

Both were left blushing with soft smiles on their faces. Although he found both of them adorable, Francis couldn’t help but feel left out of the lovey-doviness. “May I help in the decorating?” Francis asked, sneaking up behind them.

Ludwig pouted slightly. “This whole thing was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Won’t it be fun to do it all together?”

Ludwig mulled it over, occasionally looking over to Arthur to say something, but he just shrugged. “I...I-I suppose...i-if you’re sure.”

“Bon!”

And so the rest of the morning the three of them huddled around the cake, fighting over icing flavours, colours, and designs. 

“Francis gets the last say,” Ludwig concluded. Francis and Arthur had gotten into their fifth argument over icing, this time about which colour the flower-like details should be. Lucky for Ludwig’s sanity, these were the final touches.

“Fine,” Arthur huffed, handing Francis back the icing tube he took.

“Aww don’t pout Angleterre.”

“Shut up and finish your cake.”

Francis complied, but not before placing a quick kiss on the Englishman’s cheek as some form of apology. He plopped a swirl of yellow in each corner, humming away as he did so.

“Viola. It is done. See Angleterre, it looks perfectly fine!”

Arthur peeked over Francis’ shoulder. It actually looked really cute with the green and blue detailings atop the white base and considering the wide smile on Francis’ face, the birthday boy liked it too. Wasn’t that the most important part? “I guess so,” Arthur agreed begrudgingly.

“Let’s eat.”

“No, we need breakfast first,” Ludwig advised.

“But I’m starving,” Francis whined, clinging to Ludwig’s arm as he looked at him with big puppy dog eyes. They always managed to work on the German despite his stoic nature.

“Easy enough, we’ll just go out,” Arthur suggested, before Ludwig could be pulled in , “so in other words: go get dressed Francis.”

“Okay, Okay. Help me?” A wink that punctuated his words sent Arthur and Ludwig blushing once more. Would it be nice to get into what he was implying? Yes, but at the same time, it was getting late into the morning, they were all hungry, and they really didn’t want to deal with Francis complaining about that after the passion of the moment ended. 

“No,” Ludwig and Arthur said in practical unison. 

“Aww, you two are no fun.”