APH I Care For You: FrUkThe rain heavily beat down against the windows outside the conference room. A flash of lightning, followed by thunder, made France slightly squeak as England and himself both had an argument.More Like This
“Why the bloody hell would you only ever oppose my ideas!”
England yelled, slamming his hands on the table. The opposing country stood on the other side of the table. He shrugged and plastered a smug smirk on his face. “Well… Three reasons, it’s because I hate you, I can’t stand you, and you make me sick.”
The rest of the countries were sitting back, simply staring at the common everyday commotion. Germany had his traditional face-palm on and heaved a heavy sigh. Japan was silent as usual. America just frowned at the two. Russia kept on a smile, like he usually does. China was fast asleep; probably because the fight had been like a solemn lullaby to him and fell to the clutches of slumber.
He threw another shout at him. “Is that all you’re goi
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Arthur sat on the top of a hill, sipping his small cup of tea and looking at the beautiful countryside. He heard footsteps from behind, and he turned to see Francis sprinting up the hill towards him.
“Artie!!” He shouted at him, smiling happily and running faster, his turquoise dress-tunic-robe thing flowing out behind him in the summer breeze.
“What do you want, frog?” Arthur answered, annoyed, putting down his tea and crossing his arms across his long black cloak.
When Francis got close enough, he leaned in and gave Arthur a kiss right on the lips.
When he pulled away, Arthur flushed and said, “W-what are you doing?! STUPID FROG!!”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it, Artie.”
“Don’t call me Artie, stupid!! It’s Arthur!!” He grumbled, looking at the ground in front of him.
“Awww! Artie, you’re so adorable~!”Francis ignored the little nations command and called him by th
FrUK - Eiffel tower“No, Francis.” The Englishman turned the page of his book, not even bothering to look up at the Frenchman before him as he carried on reading.More Like This
“S’il vous plait~?”
“Hmph...” France pouted “Come on Angleterre, it’ll be fun~”
“I said, no, Francis.” England sighed “Go yourself...”
France shook his head “It’s no fun wizout tu...”
England turned a page “Then tough.”
“I really want to go to see Eiffel tower with tu...ze big one......oh, ze big metal one~” France grinned and flicked a stray lock of hair out of his face. England just rolled his eyes; but still put his book down. France chuckled and grabbed England’s arm, pulling him up out of the armchair “Tu are coming Angleterre.” England grimaced and opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by a sudden crash of lips with his own. He blinked, allowing the kiss only to la
It's Almost Midnight: A FrUK One-shotArthur sat looking at the collection of movies that Francis had. Tonight was movie night for the couple and the Brit didn't want to watch something French, which most of these blasted films are. The rules where simple, no James Bond or Sherlock Holmes. Basically no good movies. Arthur had to find something, and fast. Francis wanted to watch it as soon as he finished with his shower.More Like This
He pulled out a random case. Emerald eyes looked at the cover and then averted away quickly. "Bloody hell Francis.." Arthur murmured. In his opinion, no one should own these kinds of movies, or at least keep them out in the front room.
The water running through the pipes suddenly stopped. Time was running out, and fast. If Arthur didn't find a decent movie Francis would surely put on this filth that was still in his hand. Wait a tick, it's still in his bloody hand!
Arthur quickly put the dirty movie back on the shelf. Scanning the rows of DVDs, Arthur was hard pressed and grabbed the first one that didn't s
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I really don't know what you expect me to say to this.
I never know quite what to expect from you. What horror you'll force upon me next. What incredibly extraordinary lengths you'll want me to go to next.
What painful emotions you'll make course through my veins like liquid fire.
I never expected us to end up like this. On opposite sides of the table, or on different sides of a battle field. I never expected this to happen. I never thought that we might be anything more than the opposition.
To our minds, and for our hearts.
I never thought I would remember like this. My childhood, the sweet smelling flowers, and your smooth, cool voice, telling stories. Comforting me, teasing, cajoling. The ridiculous nicknames which you created, some of which you use to this very day.
My favourite was always mon petit Lapin.
I never knew quite what it was like to be this confused. I always have the answers. And ye