Summary: When Spain and England point out their differences and flaws. That doesn't make them to stop loving each other.

A/N: got this idea while in the shower (ouch). Then I thought it's not a bad idea to really write it because I am on my first after-semester holiday in college. One month holiday. How can I manage that.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine

Warning: grammar mistakes (i mean it)

Chapter 1: Camera.

Part 1.

Arthur sat there in his office, paperworks in front of him on the table. Then he heard a loud knock against the huge window not far from where he sat. He didn't need to lift his head to look what was happening. Someone warned that to him already. The news also said it loud and clear. But he did sighed and turned to his smartphone. Swiping his fingers, he pressed the phone surface to his favourite contacts. At the number one of it, entitled, "Lover Of Mine," he pressed the green image.

Waited almost a minute but the other person had not received his call. He understood and placed back the device. The other person, Antonio, represented the country of passion Spain, was his lover, and in no doubt was also at work.

He returned to his work, fingers gripping pen. Not before he could press it down, his phone shook.

"What's with the call? You miss me?" the other person, Antonio asked after sharing a flirtious greeting.

"Probably. What are you doing right now?"

Arthur didn't have that highschool girl habbit of frequent texting and calling to their boyfriend. He just did it sometimes. When he had nothing to do at all, and when he really missed his lover, or when he really just feeling lonely.

"Just received a call from the interior minister,"

"Ohh,"

"But I am free now, are you?"

Arthur smiled without his own knowing. Indeed, it was really easy to smile when he came across everything about the Spaniard. Not just his scent and physical body to be around him, but also with his voice, his photos on his folders, everything. Arthur was so glad and happy to be his lover. He twisted the pen on his fingers then answered,

"Procrastinating," he grinned even the other can't see.

"Well, sir. I heard that's not a good thing. Slacking off work because of me, really?"

"Yep. And I thought you'd be happy?" Arthur smile went wider because finally the Spaniard let out his laugh. One of the most wonderful thing to hear.

"What's with that noise?"

"Noise?" Arthur stared straight at the window, "Ohh it's a blizzard,"

"Blizzard?!"

"Just a snow storm," he chuckled on how Antonio's voice went worry by seccond, "We had that alot recently,"

"It's here too. It's getting cold lately,"

"Then make yourself warm. I don't want you to catch a cold," Arthur's grip on his phone surprisingly tigther. How bad he wanted to snuggle Antonio right now.

"I try. But you know I always fail on that," he could hear his lover chuckled lightly. "Your place is colder. But how do you manage it? When do yo feel cold?"

"Damn, Love. You asked me as if I am Russia."

Antonio laughed again, "Lo siento. Just wondering!"

"Well I am not cold now. Because there's a bloody heater. Also I am pretty much wearing short sleeves,"

"As if it's summer?"

"Pretty much?"

"Let me see! Send me pics!"

"Do you want that bad?"

"Si! Besides, I miss seeing your face, lindo~"

Arthur looked down at his shirt, hesitating for a while before replying, "Alright then, princess. Wait for a moment,"

"Don't be long, my prince!"

He heard him giggling before cutting the call. He quickly chose the camera on the same device before lifting it high enough and facing his clothes. He was indeed wearing short-sleeved shirt "as if it is summer". It was a t-shirt actually, with blue stripes. He wore jeans at his bottom. He didn't remember why he wore these. The thing he remembered was that he found this t-shirt at the bottom of his closet and decided to wear it instead of dumping it.

"There, happy?" he sent this, both with the pic via whatsapp.

"I didn't see your face," said Antonio minutes after.

"I thought you wanted to see my clothes?"

"I clearly said 'I miss seeing your face',"

"Ye, you said that as a side note,"

"Whatever. Now take a picture of your pretty face, por favor?"

Arthur frowned. The photo he took was perfect! Antonio demanded to see his clothes, right? So there he took it clearly from above, even his pants showed clear! Well for his face.. he could see his neck, wasn't that enough?

"I bet you're just frowning like a cute boy in front of your screen right now,"

"Yeah..."

"Why can't you do it Arthur? It's easy, like this.."

Half a seccond after that he received a photo of Antonio grinning very wide.

"You looked creepy.."

"That's not my point!"

Arthur sighed. What's with Antonio really? Didn't he understands that he's not good with this? He couldn't do a direct photoshoot after his face. He bloody couldn't do it. Except Antonio was beside him and he's the one who took the photo.

"Just do it for once, will you?"

"No," he ever tried it. But he never succeed. The closest one was when he took the shot to his lips. "You said mine are 'devouring'" he wrote while remembering the things Antonio usually said about the photos he took.

"Yes, yes. Just looking at your body parts turned me on. Especially your neck,"

"Ha!"

"But why can't you do such a simple thing? Take a photo of you, smiling! Or whatever with your facial parts! This kind of behaviour really made you like a highschool girl,"

"Because that's how I am. And this conversation is over,"

Arthur quickly pressed the back button then tossed the device aside. He looked away, but immediately caught the eye of someone invisible. The spirit of mischief, looking at him, grinning mockingly, and then flew away. It still snowing hard but he could see it.

"Thank you very much,"

Then his phone went off, showing a message he immediately opened.

"The first thing I am going to do when I am there is to candid you and demands kiss after I succeed capturing your face!"

Arthur smirked before replying, "Try it, señor,"

[headcanon:

England is not photogenic and because of many reasons he cannot capture his own face (this based off the canon update of England showing his twitter account but his photo is him looking at London orsoithought). While on the other side, Spain is really photogenic. He understand how England's not, but he does always manages to capture his moments with him. England also not mad as long as Spain has the camera and will gladly to take a photo with him.

Yes that spirit of mischief is Jack Frost.

Yes this fanfiction is so silly. Why did you read it. But thanks that you do.]