Author's Note: A cute little Hetalia fic! Why yes, let's not see any angst today! Basically I wrote this when I was in a good mood and finished it in a good mood. Fun fact about this fic: my mum helped with some of the insults in this.
Disclaimer: Yeah no I don't own any of this and I don't want to because I don't need the responsibility that comes with owning something huge.
"Are you ready yet, bloody frog?" I ask.
"Just a little longer, black sheep. I have to put the finishing touches on my outfit." calls Francis.
"We have to get there soon. If you don't hurry, everyone will be there already!"
"And I'm ready. Would you do me a favour and tell me how I look?"
"Yeah, sure."
Francis steps out into the hallway in what I assume to be heels because they make a hell of a clatter. He rounds the corner and looks at me.
He looks amazing, to put it simply. In that form-fitting Sapphire blue dress, it's somewhat obvious that he tried to show off his beautiful body but not actually show his flesh. And it's working.
"Francis, you look- amazing."
"Really? I don't look like a prude?"
"No. You don't have to show all of your skin to look beautiful. And you don't have to shave either. If that's why you're covering up."
"It's not that." By the way he says it, I can tell that that is exactly why he's wearing it.
"You're handsome."
"So are you."
"Not as much as you. C'mon, idiot, we have to go."
Francis nods and takes my arm. I smile at him. "You're feeling very sentimental today, Arthur. Do you want the D?"
My eyes widen and I shove him away from me. "No! I just wanted to go to a party with you!"
"After, then?"
"Maybe."
"I'll remember to tell you that you agreed to do that."
"You- you bastard!"
"Punk!"
"You have horrible pastries!"
"Kidney pie is horrible!"
"Beer is better than wine!"
"You need more dentists!"
"You don't have fashion sense!"
"There's no such thing as a good scone!"
I gasp. "You did not!"
"I did so. Come on, we have to go!"
"Bloody wanker…" I mumble, following my boyfriend. "… You're lucky I love you."
"I love you too, you boring pirate."
"Privateer! I was a privateer! Not a pirate!" I shout indignantly as I start the car.
"Basically a pirate." protests Francis.
"Says the guy who can't fight anyone."
"Rude!"
"Exactly." I smirk.
"FrUK you!"
"FrUK you too!"