Francis chuckled. He would have gotten up for the food himself, but he enjoyed the view of the other man's backside as well, even if he stole the sheet. "Very." He stole part of the sheet back for warmth's sake and took a look at the tray of sandwiches that had been brought up. "Well, it's no four star meal, but it'll have to do." He picked up one of the little sandwiches cut into triangles and sampled it. "It's fresh at least."

"That's true." Arthur agreed. He picked up one of those sandwiches. He took a bite and ate slowly. "It's good at least." He said. It wasn't the worst tasting sandwich he'd ever had. But it also wasn't one of the best. But it was good and it would fill his stomach. And that's all he was looking for at the moment.

"You must have been pretty hungry though," Francis chuckled. "Even I heard your stomach and it sounded angry! I guess having an active job must make you more hungry than me." Thankfully he didn't work that night or he'd be in trouble. He certainly wouldn't want to go and he got into enough trouble with Elizabeta as it was. After finishing his one sandwich, he laid back and decided to leave the rest to Arthur. He hadn't been hungry in the first place. "What now? Snuggle until the day is done?"

"It does. But I normally don't have the chance to sit down and eat a meal. We normally just get something that can be eaten quickly." Arthur said, picking up another sandwich. Snuggle? Of course Francis would be the type to enjoy doing that. He himself never really had before. And only part of the reason had been his job. The other person he was with never seemed to want to when he did have the time. "Once the food is gone." He said after a moment. He wanted to give it a chance before deciding whether or not he'd enjoy it.

"I suppose that's the hazard of the job. My trouble is finding something besides McDonald's open after work if I don't want to eat at home." The fell into silence for a few seconds before he received an answer to his second question. Francis raised an eyebrow at Arthur's unusual answer. He didn't sound like he really wanted to snuggle. Normally it didn't take time to think when asked about it, but he had. Was he not the sort? Francis always enjoyed being near other people in any way he could get it. "Well...I'll be right here when you're done," he said, patting the bed next to him.

Arthur couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the thought of eating at McDonald's. There wasn't a force in the world that could make him eat there. "Alright." He said in response to Francis's question. He soon finished eating and moved until he was sitting next to Francis. "So... How exactly does someone snuggle?" He asked, not really sure what to do. Sure he had a basic idea about how it went. But he wasn't completely sure.

"Really?" Francis resisted the urge to snort because he didn't think the other man would appreciate that. "You don't know how to snuggle? Exactly how have you dated before?" He asked mostly as a rhetorical question, but he also found himself a bit curious. As far as he knew, snuggling was a requirement of all serious relationships, and some not serious ones as well. "First, I wrap my arm around you." He did so. "And then you lean up against my side like you're totally in love with me and never want to leave. And then we sit here, warm and comfortable, and talk mushy nonsense to each other. Or, we could always skip that part if you like," he said with a grin.

"This has never really come up in my past relationships." Arthur stated. He felt like Francis was mocking him slightly because he didn't know what to do. He leaned against the Frenchman when the other put an arm around him. "I think I'd rather skip the mushy nonsense." He told him. That was something he just didn't do. He already felt to exposed laying like this. Vulnerable. It wasn't a feeling that he enjoyed. But he forced himself to stay where he was and not move away.

"Really? You've been missing out then," Francis said. He wrapped his arm around tighter, rubbing Arthur's back to help ease the tension away. He could feel just how unused to this the other man was and it made Francis want to frown and smile at the same time. It made him want to engulf Arthur in a giant hug and smoother him with it, really. But he knew better than to try and it would have been undignified anyway. "I figured as much," he added with a soft smile, knowing full well Arthur wasn't the sort for mush. "...But I always feel better close to someone like this. I don't know about you."

Arthur could feel some of the tension leave his body. But he refused to completely relax, always on guard. "The last time I was this close to someone, they used it as an opportunity to stab me in the back." he stated. And he meant that in the literal sense. That's why he was reluctant to be laying like this. It left him exposed and he wasn't sure he liked it or not.

Francis glanced sideways at Arthur and was silent for a nearly a minute. When he did respond, it was with a quiet voice that almost didn't seem to break the silence. "Am I allowed to ask about that...?" Since they proclaimed themselves to be serious about each other, it seemed he had a right to know things about the man. Of course that went both ways and Francis wasn't sure how much about his sordid affairs with love he wanted to share, but maybe if Arthur asked, he would. He didn't know if Arthur would answer though, seeking to be more private.

Arthur was silent for a minute, thinking. "It depends on what you want to know." He eventually said. There were some things that he would rather keep to himself. Depending on what Francis asked, he would decide what to share. Things like past relationships were easier to talk about than the number of times he's come close to dying. Sure, it only happened a couple of times. But it was still more painful to think about than some of his past relationships.

"About being stabbed in the back." He shook his head. It didn't sound like a pleasant story, but Arthur didn't act entirely like he didn't want to tell it. Then again, he didn't act like he wanted to speak either. "I just...I want to know as much as you will tell me. I want to know more about you."

"There's not much to really say. It was my first year in the force and I was dating what I thought was a great guy. But as it turns out he only went out with me to get close enough to kill me because I had arrested the guy he had really loved." Arthur said after a long moment of thinking.

Francis winced, regretting touching what was obviously a sort subject. But he didn't really regret knowing. "That's a very low thing to do..." He didn't know what else to say because words didn't do such a situation much justice. "No one should blame you for doing your job and certainly not..." He trailed off, not wanting to say in words exactly what had happened to Arthur. He didn't realize he meant stabbed so literally.

"It's fine. It's in the past. I healed and the guy is in jail for the rest of his life." Arthur said. Sure, the event nearly killed him. But there was no way he was going to tell Francis that. Not even if he asked. He figured he should keep all the near death experiences to himself. It wasn't something he really liked thinking about anyway.

Francis watched him in silence, subconsciously pulling Arthur a little closer to him. He wanted to inspect the man's body to see if there were any remnants of this event, but he didn't want to ruin the mood. He hadn't paid attention to such things while making love, but maybe next time, so careful that Arthur wouldn't notice what he did. Francis shook his head and cleared his throat. "This is really not snuggle worthy talk. Are you sure you don't want to engage in mushiness?"

"I am absolutely positive I don't want to engage in mushiness." Arthur stated. He was glad that they were done talking about his near death experience. Well... One of them. But the Frenchman didn't need to know about the others just yet. That would just ruin the mood. He didn't mind when the other had pulled him closer. He was warm and after the previous conversation he felt to cold. So he was happy to absorb some of the other's warmth.

"But I'll run out of things to say otherwise," Francis whined. "I'll end up falling asleep and I don't want to because I'm enjoying being here with you too much!" Which probably counted as mushiness, but it was his honest feelings. If he went to sleep, the day would end. A wonderful, nearly perfect day. Francis sighed and buried his face in Arthur's hair. "I just want to sit here with you longer." Maybe he wasn't as cuddle worthy as Francis' usual partners, but somehow that made him want to cuddle even more.

"You can be as mushy as you want. Just don't expect me to. I've never done mushy and I never intend to. Just warning you now." Arthur told him. As much as he was enjoying this day, he himself was getting tired. All the sleepless nights were starting to catch up to him now that he was just laying down. He stifled a yawn, not wanting Francis to see that he was tired.

Francis pouted. "Contrary to popular myth and whatever my friends might tell you, I do not enjoy talking to myself," he complained, though without any real vigor. "And don't you worry, mushy can be learned. Spend enough time with me and it's inevitable. I will convert you." The warning came out without most of his dramatic flair seeing as how he didn't succeed to suppress his yawn himself. "I hope you don't mind falling asleep like this because I'm not letting go."

Arthur halfheartedly pushed against him in an attempt to move away from Francis. It's been a long time since he's slept the full night with someone like this, not counting one night stands. But the other was comfortable to lay against, and though he felt vulnerable laying like this, he could feel himself falling asleep. "Do whatever you want.." he muttered, already slipping towards sleep.

In a last ditch effort before they fell asleep, Francis fixed the sheet so it lay over then and kissed Arthur on the cheek if only because he felt the sudden desire to and the other man had already slipped off to sleep. It occurred to Francis all over again just how madly interested in Arthur he was. Why did he always fall so insanely, so quick. But he felt a tamer emotion to go with his wild love now and it had been a long time since he felt that. "Good night," he whispered before falling asleep.

Arthur subconsciously moved closer to Francis when the other kissed his cheek. His arms moved to wrap loosely around the Frenchman, wanting to stay close to him. Even in his sleep, he felt safe laying here with this man. His subconscious could tell that the other wasn't going to hurt him the way others had in the past. If he did, it would probably hurt much more than the others since he was placing so much trust in him.

Just before the dawn, and not long after Gilbert crawled into bed after a night of work, he heard the shower turn on down the hall. He's five minutes late. This in itself was notable because the shower always turned on at exactly six every morning. Gilbert did his best to ignore this error in routine. He and his younger brother had been living together for five years so they knew each other so well to this degree. Well, Ludwig didn't know what Gilbert did for a living, but he could live with that omission for the rest of his life.

Gilbert slipped back into sleep for some time and when he woke again, the house was quiet. He slid out of bed, looking like a mess and not caring. First things first, breakfast. But when he made it to the kitchen, his eyes went wide at what he saw there. A little green lunch box sat on the counter. "He forgot his lunch?!" Poor Lud would have to starve and he couldn't live with that. He kept the younger male's class schedule in a desk drawer and consulted that before grabbing a jacket and his car keys. Gilbert ran out the door, rumpled appearance and all to deliver the forgotten lunch.