((This is a bit late, I wrote this a while ago))
Surprise- France x England
England woke up in a cold sweat. He narrows his eyes, and puts a hand on his head. "Bloody France!" He mumbles, and turns over on his side. He then closes his eyes again, and drifts back to sleep hoping he doesn't see France. AGAIN…..
"Ehhh? But England!" France says in England's dream. "No! And that's final France!" England's dream self says, crossing his arms and turning his back to the dream France. France wraps his arms around England's waist. "Pour moi?" He whispers in England's ear. England's Face turns bright red.
England opens his bright green eyes, and sits up. He glances at his clock; 3:30. He wouldn't be up. England sighs, and goes over to the phone. He picks up the receiver, pauses, and places it down. 'Why the bloody hell do I even want to call him?' His face flushes red, and picks up the receiver again and dials Frances number.
"…."
"…."
"Oui? Who is this?"
England's heart skips a beat, as he hears France's voice.
"I-It's me…."
"Oui, I know that… but why did you call me at such a ghastly hour like this?" France sighs.
"I- I- I…." England stutters.
"Bien? I'm waiting."
England gulps and his heart races.
"Y- You know about yesterday…."
France sighed. "I already apologized for that, England."
England felt himself getting hot, and took a deep breath. "I-I'll do it!"
Silence on the other end of the receiver….
England was just about to put the receiver down, when France spoke. It was just a mumble but he could hear it.
"Vous…. You're going to accept this?"
England hesitates. "….Mm, Yea."
France chuckles. "This isn't like you to do this sort of thing."
England blushes a little. "I guess not." He mumbles.
France smiles, rolling over onto his stomach on his bed. He pulls a lock of his long blonde hair behind his ear.
"I'm afraid I'm going to come over there, and show you what I think."
A gasp came from the other end of the phone from England, and then a loud thump.
France chuckled. "Pas ce soir ma chère Angleterre." Then he hung up, and rolled over onto his back. He looked up at the ceiling with his bright blue eyes. "Ahhhh." He closes his eyes and smiles. "What you do, England, ceases to amaze moi."