had not taken him if that's what he was thinking....>>

Stares the man down. He is keen to remind the man of what happened to his precious boats on the Scottish coastline. :|

shifts nervously. He hasn't forgotten that...his poor armada...

Clears his throat, 'You can either tell me now and I won't make you relive that horrible day, or you can drag it out and I will show you drawings and everything. We even have a treasure map leading to the_

Ruins of one of yer wee boats.'

pouts. "That's not fair...I haven't even done anything that you really know about. Plus my economy is already bad, I doubt there's much more that can crush my soul."

Raises an eyebrow, 'Weh weh weh. Now tell me where Francis is, if you still want Scottish tourists.' He considers himself somewhat used to dealing with the bad touch trio.

crosses his arms almost acting like a petulant child. "Can I keep him for a few more days."

Looks perturbed at the wording of that. 'He's not a wee doll ya can carry about. If he wants to stay with you, that's fine. But I'd rather hear it from him.'

him a wide eyed look. "You don't know then?"

Frowns, 'Don't know what?'

looks like a child in a candy store. "He's six now."

's eyebrow twitches. 'Pardon?' He asks, squaring out hi shoulders and stepping towards Antonio.

almost takes a step back. "He's a six year old boy now." He's turning his head as if he's waiting to get hit.

Resists the urge to grab his collar and shake him. His voice is rather controlled and level as he demands, 'Take me to him now.'

's smile drops and he nods as he motions him to follow and he begins to trudge in the direction of his house.

Follows, frown firmly set in place. Really.... This man was ridiculous... To think Mary once thought highly of him.

reaches his door and pushes it open ushering the tall Scot in.

Looks around as he enters. 'Francis???'

hanging out on the couch, eating stolen sweets and watching bad spanish soap operas. He perks up when he hears Gregory though, hopping over the back of the couch and coming over, dressed in just an oversize

t-shirt that hung to his knees and had been his pjs. "Gregory~!"

smiles at the cute image but turns to Gregory very quickly. "See~ Perfectly safe!"

Reaches down to pick him up, settling him on his hip. 'Francis... I was worried about ya.' Although he has to admit, he does look well looked-after.

laughs a bit, letting himself be picked up, and clinging to him. "You didn't hurt Antonio, right?" he asks, looking back to monitor the Spaniard. "Eliza socked him good after she found out he kidnapped us..."

Shakes his head, looking over to Antonio for confirmation. 'We had a civil conversation.' He runs his fingers through Francis' hair. 'You still look like a girl

To me.'

reaches up to pat him. "Good boy," he grins, though at the comment he sticks his tongue out. "You're just jealous over how cute I am."

nods. "I was impressed. No hitting....but see he's perfectly fine..."

Holds him up, looking the boy over.... He did seem for al intents and purposes fine... 'I'm just saying, you can understand why I thought you were a girl when I was wee.' He turns to Spain, 'Thanks for looking_

After him.'

gasps and squirms as w's inspected, pouting at him. "I still think you're a blind old bat," he comes back with, patting Greg's forehead.

Laughs. 'You're the one who needs the reading glasses.' He settles the boy back on his hip, turning to Spain. 'Got any tea?'

blows a raspberry at him! "Don't give him any Toni, he's being rude," he pouts.

tuts. 'You can't deny a man his fuel.'

hums smiling at the exchange. "I do have tea. England likes to keep me stocked with it. What kind do you want?"

frowns at him and crosses his arms. "Traitor."

Hums, 'Just a plain black tea, if you have it mate?' He sticks out his tongue at Francis. 'Thank you, Antonio.'

winks at Francis and smiles at Gregory. "No problem, amigo." He chuckles as he sets a kettle down at prepares a mug. "Does the little prince want anything?"

reaches up to push Gregory's tongue back in his mouth with a huff. "Coffee, please."

hums as he puts some to brew motioning them both to take a seat.

Sits down, settling Francis on his knee. 'Are you sure you should drink coffee like this? You might end up shorter than Arthur...' He teases.

wiggles a bit to settle himself, humming at him. "I need my coffee to deal with you," he replies, sticking his tongue out at him again.

used to dealing with kids. He pinches his tongue between his index finger and thumb, 'What you need is a kick up the back side,' he responds, grinning. He did enjoy teasing Francis, an his size just now_

Made it easier.

gasps, making a face and jerking back to free himself. "I'll call child protection services on you!" He was definitely susceptible to teasing like this.

laughs at the both of them. "You two are so cute." He brings over two mugs before going back to grab his own and sitting down.

Francis a side-long look. 'I dunno about cute... Maybe obnoxious.' He thanks Spain for their drinks before reaching forward for Francis and passing it to him. 'Watch, it's hot,' he warns, making sure he_

Takes it by the handle.

pouts at him with a huff. "I'm adorable, and you're jealous. Also I'm not actually six," he protests as he takes the mug.

Raises an eyebrow, 'I'm warning you cause you're not used to being six. Your skin is a lot more sensitive now.'

hums at that, acting as if he didn't care. He trembles slighty, holding back the urge to react to how hot the mug is as he takes a careful sip, not wanting to prove Gregory right.

frowns at Francis' stubbornness, watching the man with a frown. He didn't want him to scold himself or anything, because he would never hear the end of it. He rolls his eyes, turning his attention to Antonio._

'Wee'ins,' huh?'