Challenge: 16: Affection
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Part of LiveJournal's HetaChallenge Monthly Theme Challenge!

A/N: For Synthetic Cake.

France smiled into England's hand.

However, the English pirate was not amused.

"Why the hell are you smirking, you frog? You just got your ass kicked," he said as he rubbed a cloth gently on the Frenchman's face.

It was true. They had gotten into a heavy brawl that, if not halted, would have become an example of naval warfare in history books, with England gaining access to France's main ship. It had seemed like England had won the fight, but something stopped him when he held France by the collar of his shirt. It might have been the natural glow of his blue eyes, or just the fact that he was constantly grinning, but something made him order his men to leave them alone for a moment.

And when they did, the tough pirate suddenly softened up, which surprised France because it was so unexpected from him.

He backed him up against one of the brandy crates and made him sit back as England tore a piece of fabric from his coat and began to clean off the blood from the cut he had given him on his cheek.

Without saying a word, England removed the sweat, dirt, and blood as if it was second nature. His grim expression never changed, but France knew there was something behind his action that made him think that England wasn't such a heartless tyrant after all. For the moment, he just let him caress as much as he wanted.


So, FrUK is one of my OTPs now. I threaten to spam y'all later with that. :) I hope you all enjoyed!

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