There is definitely not enough love for this pairing! And as the Tsundere lover I am of course this couple would be listed in my OTP list XD

Tsundere X Tsundere~

Anyway this was just a little idea that kind of developed into something a little bigger, this is also my first attempt at anything that could be remotely considered humour XD I suck at it but I will try hard :3

I hope you enjoy!

EDIT: I'd love to thank my Awesome Beta (JustSomeRandom) for helping me improve this~ I freakin' love her XD

England knew something had to be done about Romano.

England sat at the world meeting, his ankle crossed over his knee and hand resting gently on the side of his black polished shoe. America stood at the front of the room, with it being his turn to host the world meeting. His mouth was open and words tumbled out but nothing was reaching the Englishman's ears. Instead, his focus was on the dark haired nation only rows down. Romano was lumped in his seat, absently cleaning his nails. Once or twice he would look up to swat away Italy's paper aeroplanes or to flip the bird at the Spaniard that teased him with small, whispered coos.

For the last five months England and Romano had been dating.

This wasn't a problem, although it did seem to irritate a number of other nations due to the fact that despite their short tempers and potty mouths, both men were highly desired. No, England assured himself, that wasn't what bothered him. In fact he liked how much it pissed France, America and Spain off, he relished in the dirty looks. All of them could go fuck themselves.

But what did bother England was not what was outside, but rather what was in their private relationship, if it could be called even that. What had England so bothered at night, distracted him during work and caused him to drink a greater amount that usual on Friday nights was that... Neither had shown any signs of advancing their intimacy beyond private handholding, leaning against each other on the sofa and those small, chaste kisses that never lasted long enough. In the beginning England had always put off taking it a step further, always assuring himself that things would happen when they were meant to, a mindset he truly regretted now.

And it bothered him terribly, when he saw the other human couples that surrounded him, even other nations seemed to have better luck than he did in the bedroom. He looked down from the top floor where he sat across at the nations who were in open relationships and some not so secret to everyone but themselves.

Italy and Prussia; Prussia was sitting on the floor next to Italy, as he had no real seat in the meeting, but tagged along anyway just to spend time with Italy. The two of them folding their papers into small nifty aeroplanes, and chucking them around the room.

America and Japan; while America stood at the front England glanced down at Japan who was sketching a rather... steamy piece of artwork in the margin of his notes. England nodded, he had heard of that kind of thing before in Japanese culture. People in Britain called it boy love, but he had heard the term 'Yaoi' floating around. He guessed that's what he was drawing, what with it featuring a very muscular America and a blushing Japan. England felt his cheeks heat as he dragged his eyes away. Well, that was more than he had hoped to learn about their relationship.

Spain and Belgium; they sat either side of Netherlands, whispering to each other behind his back and falling into little fits of girlish giggling. England rolled his eyes, how Romano had ever dealt with the Spaniard will forever evade the Englishman.

Russia and Liechtenstein; He wasn't quite sure what it was between those two that worked. Yet despite what Switzerland said, they did look cute together. England watched as Russia wrapped Liechtenstein in a matching scarf and she handed him a small set of knitted gloves. It was a bit hard to believe that the two were quite close in age despite their physical appearance. A quiet shuffle beside him brought England to the present, a present he'd rather not receive.

"France" He bit out.

"Arthur" The said nation purred, his pearly whites glistening. His headphones hung around his neck uselessly. It seemed really no one was listening to the babbling American. Poor idiot.

"That's England to you," England snapped folding his arms, something France noted. "This is a professional meeting France, be sure to treat it like one."

France gave a short laugh, smiling.

"Oui, I'm sure that's why you've been taking notes?" France drawled, gesturing with far too much flourish to the love hearts spilling all over England's page that he had been idly drawing while thinking of all the love around him.

"Yes," England answered curtly "Taking notes, country relations should always be monitored"

France chuckled lightly.

"So how are things with you and the little Italian, hmm?" France sat back mimicking England's stance with his ankle over his knee. He ran his slender fingers through his fringe and resting it behind his head. England felt his hands and legs heat up before the heat trailed up his chest and spine his neck and then face.

"Good, things are quite good." He said, voice steady.

"I'm sure," The Frenchman scoffed.

"Yes, it is, so you should be sure." England snapped, getting irate with the man's presence.

France then crossed his own arms, eyeing England speculatively.

"England, folding your arms is a defensive gesture. Either you're still afraid of me," He smirked, knowing full well why the man was defensive. "Or you have something that's got you on edge"

"Shut up, as if I'd be scared of the likes of you, damn frog! And I have nothing to hide!"

Ukraine, Belarus, Russia and Liechtenstein looked up at the hissing Brit. Belarus gave England a nasty look, putting a deceptively delicate finger to her pink, pretty lips.

"Shut up, yourself," She hissed, eyes narrowed dangerously.

England gulped and meekly nodded back, much to the amusement of the Frenchman.

"Mon Angleterre, if I were…. say, America? Then I perhaps you would have gotten away with such a poor excuse of a... Well, excuse!" He laughed, though it did little for the others irritation. "If I had to guess I would say... You're unhappy with your relationship because it seems to be going no where... Am I wrong?"

England shook his head numbly. France smiled and continued.

"Have you had sex?"

Shake of the head.

"Fingers, tongue, dildos?"

England sighed and shook his head, he wasn't completely sure why he felt the need to allow France in on his sex-life (more like sex-less-life) with Romano, but maybe the country of love could possibly have the remedy to cure the need, want and burning lust that gnawed at him.

"What about oral?"

"No"

"Have you ever even been naked together?" France seemed distressed.

Another shake.

"Um, kissing?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess." England shrugged.

"You guess? What? Did you miss his mouth or something?"

"No, you git! I mean we've kissed- on the lips- but we don't really do more than that... We hold hands sometimes, when we're alone, and we watch movies on the sofa. He kind of lies on me, or beside me, whatever's more comfortable at the time..."

France nodded, face grim.

"Look, I don't need your help-" England started, but France shushed him with a finger to his lips.

"No, you really do." France then placed a hand on England's knee, his eyes determined. "I promise you England, I'll get your sex life up and running in no time"

Okay so the next chapter is already written but I won't update until I'm at least half way though the 3rd chapter (Which won't be too long ^^') Just so I don't have massively long breaks in-between updates~

Thank you for reading and reviews honestly give me the fire to keep writing!

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Edit: I have been asked who will top... Weeeeeeelllll I do love both as toppers so I guess even I will have to wait until I get to it! ^^

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