"Angleterre, do you love me?" Francis asked suddenly out of the blue. Arthur looked at him over the edge of his book.
"Well of course I do." He replied as he shut the worn volume and placed it and his glasses on the table.
"Non, really Arthur. Do you love moi?, s'il vous plaît tell me the truth."
Arthur raised an eyebrow at the others sudden determined curiosity.
"Francis, I do love you. I'm not just spouting off nonsense. Why are you so concerned about it?"
"Well," He began. "You've been spending a lot more time around Alfred lately and so..."
"Go on." Arthur urged him.
"...And so I feel that you don't want to be around me as much, and maybe...you don't love me as much...anymore."
"You stupid frog." The Brit replied with a scoff. "Alfred isn't getting between us. Nothing is and nothing will. How many times do I have to say 'I love you' for you to get it?"
Francis smiled at this as Arthur stood from his reading chair and sat down next to him on the couch.
"Merci mon cheri, je t'aime aussi
." And he wrapped the shorter man in a warm hug.
"There now, are you better frog?" He asked as he hugged the Frenchman back.
"Oui but..."
"But what?" Arthur pulled away from the embrace to look up at him.
"S'il vous plaît mon amour, I know that Alfred is your friend and all but, maybe we could spend some more time together...as well?"
Arthur quirked an eyebrow again and chuckled a bit at how childish and defensive Francis was being today. Not that he would ever say so, but he found that it was rather endearing.
"Isn't that a little selfish?" He asked teasingly. And Francis laughed a bit too because he was sure now that Arthur was his. He leaned in and pressed a loving kiss to the shorter man's lips and hummed in delight when, through the kiss, he felt Arthur smiling back at him as well.

/OOO/

Originally written by my dear Frog akumanorei, yay for your first Fluff!

And then attacked by myself. Little ficlet for the soul. Again. Hehe.