On Days Like This

by MizukiNakamura24

A FrUK (APH France X APH England) one-shot I wrote. Written in England's perspective, where France and England have been married for about three years. Please note that this is a very, very short one-shot I wrote, so it's not that long. Contains: British 'swears' - basically England's excuses for swears. Human names are used.

On Days Like This | An APH FrUK Fanfiction

"Bonjour, mon amour."

Francis' velvety French accent fills my ears as he whispers those three words into my ear. I can hear him smiling even when he talks, for I've learnt to recognise such a small, miniscule thing about my lover.

"Wanker…bloody waking me up at such a time…"

Even without knowing the actual time, I repeat the same excuse I used yesterday, the day before that, and even the day before that. In fact, I've recited this exact same sentence every morning since we've slept in the same bed, which has been about, what, three years?

"It's only eight in the morning, mon précieux."

I groan as he laughs both tiredly and seductively – something I've never learnt to do – and I crack an eye open, only to see him staring at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of his. I avert eye contact in a flustered hurry.

"Shut up, moron. Let me go back to sleep before I bloody punch you."

He chuckles once more as I close my eyes, and roll on my side. As I feel like I'm about to drift off into the land of dreaming, a warm hand is placed atop of my head, and ruffles through my hair. My eyebrows crease, and raise swat Francis' hands away from my head.

"Amour, why don't you ever let me touch your hair?"

I try not to smile as I take a glance at his pout, but I quickly cover my face with a frown. Truth is, I love it when he touches my hair, but there's no way I could tell him that, could I?

"…because you're a bloody git, that's why."

My ears pick up a sort of sigh escape his lips, and that's about his cue to leave the bed. He pulls his pants on – bringing back memories of last night – and heads out of our bedroom, to cook us both breakfast. But of course, not before a long, sweet kiss that I wish could last for the duration of infinity itself.

A crazy, insane smile erupts onto my face once he's safely out of sight, and face-palm into my pillow, trying not to squeal like a little school girl. Because even though we've been married for about three years, and even though this scene's been re-enacted so many times throughout the timespan of our marriage, nothing will ever stop the butterflies from coming back; nothing will ever stop the feeling of when I first fell in love with him; nothing will ever stop me from loving him.

Because it's on days like this that I love him the most.

Disclaimer: Hetalia or any of its characters does not belong to me. All the characters used in this fanfiction belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. The only thing that I own in this fanfiction is the plot itself; other than that, nothing here can be held under my name.

French Translations

Bonjour = hello

Mon amour = my love

Mon précieux = my precious