When Francis had come home calling for his friend, he encountered Arthur napping on the couch. He looked so sleepy yet peaceful, so Francis decided to make his visit a sleepover. Arthur had come over to France's house in the morning to discuss political matters, and France had wanted to stop by the store to fetch some more wine, when Arthur had become overcome with tiredness and collapsed on the couch. Being careful not to disturb his sleep, France picked England up gently and carried him to his bed. Once England was lying down once again, France sat on the edge of the bed, watching the rise and fall of Arthur's breaths in admiration. Glancing at his watch, he realized that it was only 5 in the afternoon, and that he was quite hungry. France left the room to make dinner, but not before kissing the top of England's head, smiling at him as he left.
England woke up a half an hour later, too groggy with sleep to be confused about his apparent ability to teleport from couch to bed. The smell of flamboyant food crowded the room from the kitchen, making Arthur realize how hungry he was. He got up, wrapping a blanket around him and dragged himself towards the scent. There he saw France, happily slaving away at the meal he was preparing. England raised his voice.
"Good evening." Greeted England.
"Ah! Bonjour Arthur. I was just preparing a tartiflette and vegetable pie! Chocolate mousse for dessert of course!"
England was stunned at what France had accomplished.
"You may sit down now, the food is ready!" France announced. England's mouth watered at the sight of streamed vegetables, fresh pastries and cheese. This was going to be one hell of a meal.