Hello. This is FrUk, obviously. I always thought about the times when they didn't fight, so this came up. Hope you enjoy! (DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia.)

Arthur and Francis didn't usually have the time to actually go on dates.

Sure, they'd argue, then make up and have sex but that doesn't really make a healthy relationship, now does it?

So when France gently intertwines their hands when reading, Arthur doesn't know what to do at first. Of course, he can snatch his hand away and continue reading, but he liked the warmth of his boyfriend's (Husband's?) hand. So he sits there and hums a soft melody as Francis strokes his thumb.

"Today has been a bit stressful, has it not, mon amour?" the french man questions.

Arthur looks up from his book as he replies, "when has something not been stressful?" which makes France chuckle and the british man falls in love just a tad bit more.

"How about we go to dinner. Nothing fancy, I'd say, just the two of us, non?"

There was a slight pause before a faint reply.

"I'd say I'd like that,"

So as the two countries sit in a cafe, eating sandwiches and drinking tea, they find comfort in each other's company. It's rare for them to get a moment like this, something so domestic. And yet, they both can't help but cherish these moments.

The moments when France sits in his favorite chair and reads the paper as England drinks his usual tea. When France softly sings while he cooks as Arthur gets some paperwork done. When they both wake up to the sun shining through their window, sheets over their clothed bodies, realizing they've fallen asleep in the middle of a show on the television.

Something sweet.

But oh, so bitter.

Because they don't have the luxury to live together. They aren't always able to wake up together. Because the life they live, isn't a life that allows a relationship. Countries have to be dedicated to their country and their people. They have to stay on task, to learn to adapt to any war, to any condition.

So it's little glances across the cafeteria. It's brushes of their hands in the hallway, on their was to meetings. It's going to cafes like the one they're currently in, that really makes them cherish each other.

England doesn't say 'I love you', that's something France learned early on in their relationship. His actions are his words, and the opposite is with France. France softly tells him how much he adores this man, while brushing his hair from his face. But, it's when England smiles and laughs that makes the French man melt. It's Arthur's blush when he thinks no one is looking, the look of concentration as he does his paperwork.

Because France loves him. And England loves France.

Francis loves Arthur. He loves his poor cooking, his little smiles, his soft touches, and his home baked scones.

Arthur loves Francis. He loves his obnoxious confessions, his 'stupid' clothing style, his soft eyes, and his tendency to spontaneously hold his hand in the middle of a conversation.

They remember this as they sign the marriage license, in secret. Because the others can't know about this. That's something they both agreed on.

They remember this when they have to leave each other in airports, going to their separate countries.

And they remember this as they constantly fight back and forth, useless banter that would soon be forgotten.

Because the gentle moments were the best moments, that's something they both knew.

Yeah, I really liked the concept. Not used to writing fluff, so there's a bit of angst in the middle. I'm not that sorry.