Disclaimer-Let's be honest here. Hetalia isn't and probably will never be mine. Sadly. If it did, there would be a lot more FrUK. XD
In all honesty, Arthur Kirkland didn't know whether to be flattered by the the damn Frog or annoyed. Every single day, the wanker would prance into Arthur's flower shop and buy a rose. One red Hybrid Tea Rose. And then, that self-conceited twat would give that rose to Arthur. Every time, Arthur would tell him to sod off, but the Frog would laugh and give him the rose.
Arthur chose to be annoyed. Today, he was going to bloody tell Francis off. The door to his store opened, the bell chiming. "Bonjour!" Speak of the devil.
Francis Bonnefoy was, truthfully, not bad looking. He had long blond hair that he always tied back with a ribbon that matched his outfit, lilac today. He had blue eyes, like the sky, Arthur's traitorous mind supplied.
"Bugger off Frog." Arthur scowled and continued to arrange the bouquet of English Roses he had started on earlier that morning.
"Ohonhon, is that anyway to treat a customer?" Francis leaned across the counter. Did that tosser not have any bloody concept of personal space? Oh wait, he's French. Duh.
"I'm sorry, but we don't serve Frogs." Arthur stated while cutting the stems of the roses, "And before you even ask, I don't want your damn rose."
"Well, I wasn't going to give you one today, mon lapin." Arthur looked up, surprised, only to find that Francis was much, much too close to his face for his liking. "Wha-"
Francis bloody fucking kissed him. Rather well. Francis had incredibly soft and smooth lips. And they seemed like they were built to be on Arthur's own lips. Arthur was suddenly very aware of the warm hand, the Frog's warm hand, drawing small circles on his neck.
Then, Francis's tongue was in his mouth, and the hand was temporarily forgotten. The tosser's skillful tongue gently mapped out Arthur's mouth in gliding sweeps. Tsk, French.
Arthur pushed forwards, not willing to be dominated, Francis or not. The passion of the kiss soon elevated. Arthur let out a low breathy moan, and then quickly stopped himself. Goddamn it, he was not aroused by the damn Frog.
After what seemed like eternity and at the same time a second, they parted. Arthur became acutely aware that his hair was tousled and his sweater vest was crooked, and he had just bloody fucking kissed Francis Bonnefoy.
Francis, seeming to know what Arthur was thinking, smirked. He stepped back and took a mock bow. "Au Revoir," He said, still grinning as he walked out the door. The bell chimed behind him.
For a few seconds, Arthur could only stare. Then, "Frog! Come back here! You can't just enter my shop and not buy anything!"
