So, this just popped into my head and since my writers block seems to be getting worse, I jumped at the chance to write it. I hope you like it and I am sorry it is so short. Please review and tell me what you think.
The night grew colder and England quickly but silently made his way through the palace gardens. That's when he saw him. The beautiful wavy hair and strong cheek bones of his lover. The moonlight was the only light yet it was enough. France pulled England into a loving embrace.
"My love," he whispered into the shorter mans ear. And caught his lips in a short yet sweet kiss.
"It has been so long since we have last seen each other," England said when they pulled away. His arms were wrapped around the French man's neck and France had his arms locked tightly against England's.
"I am not sure if I can do this anymore," France breathed. England looked up with panic in his eyes. France saw this and kissed his forehead. "Sharing you… I can't stand it. I want you to be mine and mine only."
"I know, and I too want to only be with you. But this is not my choice, she is my queen, she rules me and she has declared that she is married to me," England felt tears well up in his eyes. This wasn't like him, crying. He never cried, especially in front of France.
"I wish there was something I could do," France brushed his thumb's against England's cheek, wiping away the tears.
"Me too. I have to go back soon," England said. France nodded.
"I love you," France said and kissed his love once more, only this time it was longer and a lot more passionate. His lips moved perfectly against England's. Their tongues danced away as they began to loose their selves in their love for each other. England slowly, unwillingly, pulled away from his lover and put his finger against his lips.
"I love you too," and gave his a peck. " I have to go. I will see you soon?"
"Always," France replied as he watched his love wonder off back to the palace.
So, there you have it. Please review and tell me what you think. :)