AN: This was inspired by a scene in the Hetalia fanfiction "Down Will Come Baby" by RobinRocks. I just feel credit should go to who it is due. That being said, this is my first Hetalia fanfiction. Enjoy!
Warning: m/m, sexual themes, swearing (represented by dash (-) lines)
Francis walked in his and Arthur's bedroom, only to have his vision graced by the sight of Arthur self-lacing his girdle as he got ready to go out with his lover. He leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the view.
As for Arthur, he was quite unaware that he was being lovingly watched by a pair of bright blue eyes. Kneeling on the bed with his back to Francis, Arthur's laces were looped around the decorated mahogany bedposts. Arthur's slightly stubby fingers flew gracefully as they threaded the laces through the hooks of the girdle.
Just as Arthur was tying the laces, Francis cleared his throat.
"F-francis..." he spun to face the man, startled.
"And to zink I 'ave been doing up zose beautiful laces all zese years, mon petit lapin," Francis detatched himself from the doorframe and sauntered over to his startled lover, "Zhat was very-" he paused a moment, "-arouzing..."
He encircled his arms around the slightly shorter man, his lithe fingers tugging on just-tied gold laces.
"Francis..." Arthur growled in warning, "This took me ten minutes to do..."
The other man chuckled, "You can do zhem back up in a moment, Non, I will retie zhem."
"Like - you will," Arthur began to struggle, "Let go of me, Frog!"
Francis pretended to think for a moment, cocking his head and holding his chin, "Non."
"You - Frog!" Arthur screeched, just before Francis tipped him onto his back, onto the bed, kissing him gently.
Arthur melted into the kiss, and soon the girdle, laces, and the date were forgotten in favor of staying indoors that night.
AN: I used Google Translate for the French. Also, I am not sure if I protrayed Francis' accent right.