A hard thud resounded from a forehead hitting glass.
"Ouch!" The small pixilated country fell backwards. "What the? Why in the world is there glass here?"
"Come now, mon cher. Surely, it cannot be all that bad being in here," the French pixels purred, holding onto a wine glass.
"If I've told you once, I've told you a bloody THOUSAND times, Francis! DO NOT call me those perverted French names!" screamed the Englishman.
"Says the pervert himself," the other mumbled, sipping his wine.
Arthur grit his teeth. "I will find my way out of this bloody screen damn you! Away from you!" He pointed an incriminating finger at the Frenchman. France looked hurt.
"Really, Arthur? After all these years, you can't find one thing nice to say about me?" he said standing, wine glass mysteriously disappearing. Arthur sat, looking slightly irate.
"W-well," he began. "You're, er. You seem to, uh…" Arthur fidgeted. Francis gave a smile, at least he was trying.
"How about I'll leave you be, and you can come tell me when you're ready." With that, he turned on his heal, walking to the corner and sitting on the blue floor of the computer desktop.
Arthur groaned. Now he had to find a way off the blasted screen AND say something nice to the frog. It was simply not his day.
The rest of his day resulted in running around the screen, staying away from the corner where France sat, climbing the walls and roof of the screen, looking for a weak point. He'd seen a box pop up with the word "porn" written on it, but deemed it untrustworthy since Francis was in the vicinity, and left it be.
"That's it. I can't figure out a way out of this bloody box," England sighed tiredly, sitting beside Francis before falling over to lie on his stomach. Francis was leaning back, eyes closed when the Englishman appeared. He opened a blue eye to peer at the exhausted country. "So," he said, closing his eyes again. "Did you think of anything for moi?"
Arthur blushed, sitting up slightly, a random mug of tea appearing in his hand and he began to drink with vigor. "You didn't, did you?" France inquired. "I-I did!" England defended. "You just will probably think it's pointless is all."
Francis sat up, arching a brow. "Oh? So tell me, mon cher. What is it?"
England fidgeted slightly before mumbling something. "Mon cher~ You will have to speak up for me to hear you."
"You have nice hair," England repeated slightly louder this time.
France blink for a moment before a sweet smile crossed his face.
"Not what I was expecting, but it's a start, I suppose." England turned an impossible shade of red brighter as Francis scooted closer, sitting behind the Englishman and wrapping his arms around him.
"We have time until someone rescues us to work on it," he replied, resting his chin on the bright red Englishman's shoulder. Arthur sighed. "I guess you're not totally revolting, frog," he said leaning into the embrace.
France smiled, kissing England on the cheek lightly. "I love you too, mon cher~"
"DAMMIT FRANCIS!"
(I'll leave what happened next to your own perverted imaginations. x3 I hope you guys enjoyed! This was based off of the desktop buddies, known as shimejis, of France and England who run around my screen. Right now, England is staring at me like he wants to kill me, and Francis looks like he's trying to thank me! xD
Sorry for the hiatus. School's a killer. I'm still working on getting that FrUK multichapter up for you guys. It's coming I swear! For now, enjoy!
Less than three, Londyn)
