Arthur wasn't sure what he liked better, the dark foggy days or the warm cloudless sunshine. There always seem to be a conflict of interest between his emotions and the environment, feeling warm and happy when the sky was dark and relatively moody otherwise. Perhaps it was an allusion to his relationship with Francis.
Anxiety attacked Arthur when they weren't fighting about something. Fighting meant that they were being completely honest with one another. Silence stood for secrets.
The day was bright and warm and Francis hadn't said a word, which was worrying Arthur. He lifted his head up from Francis's chest and scowled. "Have you heard of a shower? Cologne doesn't mask everything you know!" he said bitterly.
Francis blinked in surprise but didn't take the bait, instead petting Arthur's head gently. Arthur became even angrier. "What's the matter with you!?" he exclaimed, rearing back and away from the touch, despite how comforting it was.
"And I suppose there's nothing wrong with you?" huffed Francis, annoyed now by Arthur's atrocious actions. "Why don't you just relax!"
"How can anyone relax with you around?!" barked Arther, feeling uneasy. "Well, out with it then! What is it about me that's bothering you so much!" Francis looked confused, but Arthur continued. "Don't give me that innocent look, you're hiding something and I don't believe I appreciate that at all!"
Sighing, Francis raised his fist and rubbed at his eye. "I was asleep, you insecure imbecile."
That actually made a lot of sense. Arthur flushed a dark red and lowered his gaze, gritting his teeth. "My- apologies." He said, feeling like a fool. Trying not to make a big fuss about it, he returned to his position and rested his head on Francis's chest again, closing his eyes. Francis's tut tutted as he stroked England's hair again.
"You know, sometimes you act like such a cranky little kitten. It's so cute."