Kelly- Careful! Reading any further may cause nosebleeds, squeeing, and-

Katie- -bitch slaps- ON WITH IT!

(Warning- One OC of mine will keep popping up, but then, I couldn't write a story without her in it to help support. ;D)

Chapter 1- The Deal

Arthur stormed into his home, a bright red flush on his face. If there was only one man he hated in this world, it had to be the man following behind him.

"Please Arthur, answer me, mi amore."

Arthur burst into his dark house, trying to hurry to shut the door so he didn't have to see anymore of the frog tonight. "No France! Go away!"

A foot wedged itself between the door and the house, effectively stopping Arthur's attempt to shut the door on the Frenchman. "Please Arthur; you have to tell me what I did to upset you so…"

Arthur threw his hands into the air, sighing. "France, you know what you did!" He said as he stormed down the hall. "For being so damn annoying you bloody frog!"

Arthur heard the lock click behind him, followed by Francis's deep tones. "Angleterre, if I knew, I would repent of it to get into your good graces yet again.

Arthur stalked the halls, searching for Fae. "Where the hell is that girl? She always get France to leave me be." Unprepared, Arthur found himself in a complete circle and in the main hallway again, where Francis stood, and he turned away, hoping the Frenchman had not seen him.

The steps that sounded behind him told him otherwise. "Angleterre, you never answered my first question. I meant what I asked of you-"

Arthur kept his back to the Frenchman, anger still coursing through his veins. "No! Not in a million years France! No matter how you persist!" He practically yelled, fists balled.

Francis gently wrapped his arms around Arthur. "Why?"

Arthur tried to squirm from France's arms, but found it like an iron wall imprisoning him. "You know why you frog."

Francis pulled Arthur close, and Arthur could hear his even breathing in his ear. "Well, you must explain it to me once more mi amore."

Arthur sighed. "You frog, we can't be together. We are countries, personifications. You know how it would be looked upon by the rest of the world."

France nuzzled Arthur's neck. "Angleterre, just forget that for a minute." He said before he planted a gentle kiss on the island country's cheek. "We can have normal lives too. Just look at Ludwig and Feliciano."

Arthur shivered at Francis' touch. "It's different with them France."

France sighed. "Non mon ami, it's not so different. You're just too stubborn for your own good." He said, gently pulling Arthur around to kiss his lips.

Arthur pulled away from the kiss. "No, it is. They have love, and we all know Feliciano is too spacey to care what anyone else thinks and Ludwig would kill anyone who disapproves. But they have love, and that's all they need. What do we have? A good fuck every once in a while?"

France let a flash of incredulous disbelief flash across his face. "Do you think that is all I care about? Mon dieu…" He said, letting his arms drop to his sides. "Besides, we haven't actually-"

Arthur took the opportunity to increase the space between them, turning his head from Francis as he stepped backwards. "I know what happens with you France. Your sole ambition is to have every woman in the world in your arms, and I know there's no room for me anywhere, whether or not you get in my pants."

Francis lifted up a hand, catching Arthur's chin. "Angleterre, I would give up every woman in the world for you."

"I don't believe you." Arthur said, not meeting Francis' gaze as the raw anger and rage he had felt from earlier faded.

France sighed, smiling slightly. He could read his Angleterre like a book. "You say that, but you know you want to believe me." He whispered, drawing Arthur closer and nuzzling the smaller man's neck. "What is so hard to understand about what I say Arthur?"

Arthur's green eyes met Francis' blue ones. "What's so hard to understand is why you play cat-and-mouse with me and why I let you."

Francis chuckled. "Arthur, both of us know that it's you who's the cat."

Arthur smiled, feeling part of his heart melt as he stared at Francis' merry eyes. Maybe he could forgive Francis this one last time…

And then Francis got on one knee, holding Arthur's hand in his own. "But the question is, mon ami, will you marry me?"

The candle of anger that had nearly died instantly roared to life, and Arthur yanked his hand from Francis', and he threw his hands towards the ceiling. "Dear god, you've did it AGAIN!" He roared before he started making his way down the hall.

Francis stood up and pulled him back into arms, twirling Arthur around to face him again. "Did what?"

Arthur snarled, keeping his head turned from Francis. "You proposed, even though I told you no a hundred times. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Francis pulled Arthur's head around to face him. He was silent for a second before he responded. "No Arthur. I keep asking because I'd rather be mortal with one life and you instead of continuing on like this." He said, roughly pulling Arthur's mouth to his own.

Arthur shoved him away, practically running to the front door and throwing it open. "France, get out of my house now." He said in a dangerous tone.

Francis simply stood there for a minute, slowly nearing the door. "Arthur, why?"

At Arthur's lack of response, Francis moved closer to the British man until he was only a few steps from him. "Arthur, don't do this." He said, and Arthur's eyes sunk to the floor.

Francis closed the space between them immediately, carefully lifting up Arthur's chin. "Angleterre, let me stay… please."

Arthur was still for a minute, then he pulled his head away from Francis as he gently shut the door. What little energy he had left was being sapped away with the anger he had felt, and it made Arthur feel weaker than ever before.

Francis smiled, gently kissing Arthur's forehead. "Merci mon ami."

Arthur closed his eyes, leaning onto Francis chest. "Francis, I'm… I'm not sure…"

Francis caught his breath, hope fluttering in his chest. "Not sure of what?" He said, a hopeful smile spreading across his lips. "Tell me Arthur."

"I'm not sure about us anymore. What we mean to each other…"

The hope that had sprung up in Francis' chest died instantly. "Arthur, you know you mean more than life, why would doubt that?"

"I…. I'm not sure who I am anymore…" Arthur said, turning his head from Francis.

Francis rubbed Arthur's cheek with the pad of on thumb worriedly while the other hand ran up to the top of Arthur's head, playing with the soft sandy hair there. "Why Angleterre?"

Arthur sighed, feeling any remnants of anger dissipate as he pulled from the warmth of Francis' arms.. "I guess I've been England so long, I don't know anything else anymore."

Francis pulled him back, gently kissing his forehead. "Then take the next week off. Spend some time finding yourself again."

At these words, reality crashed into Arthur, and he pulled away. "I can't. I have so much paperwork to do, it's insane. I'll be lucky if I finish it all in a month!" He said, starting to walk away.

Francis caught Arthur's hand and held it. "Arthur, I will do it for you. Even Fae would do some, and maybe Sibyl would come and help her. You know how well they can copy a signature. No matter what I have to do, you're taking the week off Angleterre. You will be Arthur for once, not England." He said, planting a kiss on Arthur's sweet tasting lips.

Arthur shook his head, pulling away from Francis. "No, there's something I'd rather keep from Fae. Some big shot politician decided to voice the opinion of complete take-over of Faroe Islands, and he's earned himself just enough credit and support to actually have the motion pass. If I don't finish and mail the paperwork in two days, then Fae will be officially dead to the world." He sighed. "I'd go insane if I took a break."

France paused at this new information, and Arthur took the opportunity to pull his hand away and dash upstairs. This is probably why Angleterre has been so busy the past month… He thought, following his beloved ange up the stairs. He caught Arthur as he was about to go into his study and pulled him close. "Mi amore, you're going insane now. Arthur, when was your last day off? It must have been so long ago if you can't remember who you are anymore. Please, for me and me alone, become mortal for a week…"

Arthur threw up his hands. "Yes, because becoming mortal will solve ALL of my problems!" He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he entered the study.

Francis followed behind him, an idea springing in his head as he saw a chess set on the tea table. "Arthur, let's make a deal."

Arthur sat down at his desk, shuffling papers, casually glancing at Francis. "I don't have time for deals France."

Francis sighed, resisting the urge to smack his forehead out of frustration. His ange could be so frustrating at times. "A small bet then. I say I can beat you in chess. If I win, you and I become mortal and go on a vacation. If I lose, then I will leave you alone for as long as you wish."

Arthur's caterpillar eyebrows rose. He liked this idea, France leaving him alone. He could probably beat the Frenchman while doing the paperwork he had been working so diligently on for so long. He chuckled. "How do I know you will hold up your end of the bargain?"

Francis smiled, slightly. "I swear mon ami. I promise on the memory of Jean de Arc."

Arthur bit his lip, torn between wanting work done and wanting France out of his house. "If I lose, not a word to Fae alright? I don't want her worrying about me."

Francis smiled like a Cheshire cat. "Don't worry, Matthew will take care of it." He knew that no matter what happened, Fae would stay worried, but he didn't voice this opinion.

"Why did I let you convince me into this?" Arthur said, walking over to the tea table, bringing a stack of papers with him.

France chuckled, beginning to set up the chess set. "I don't know."

15 minutes later, France crowed in pleasure. "Check mate Angleterre!"

Arthur looked up from the papers in his hand, shocked. It was true, and inwardly, he chided himself for not paying better attention. "Fae is going to murder me in my bed…"

Francis smiled, leaning across the board, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Non, she'll never know. She was going out drinking with Sibyl, so they won't be back until 3, and then they'll crash and sleep for a day or two. She'll never know." He laughed, leaning back and fishing for his cell phone. After a quick call to his only son, Francis turned back to Arthur, noting the way Arthur's eyelids were drooping. "Angleterre, we should be human by morning. Perhaps it's best if we get some sleep…"

Arthur shook his head, rubbing his eyes. "No, I have too much to do to go to bed."

Francis smiled, silently moving his chair closer to Arthur's. "Non, you don't. You've become extremely available for the next week." He said, leaning towards Arthur.

Arthur gulped, his eyes focused on Francis' lips as they neared his own. "Do I want to know what you have in store?"

Francis chuckled, his face only a few inches from Arthur's. "Don't worry, I have an idea…" He said in a low voice that made Arthur want to jump the Frenchman.

That is, until he found himself hoisted into the air, and Francis said, "But for now, sleep,"

Arthur felt his face turn pink. "Frog, let me down!" He said, flailing his legs as Francis started carrying him from the room.

Francis stopped short, his eyes on Arthur's face. He let out a sigh, gently setting the island on his feet. "As you wish Angleterre."

Arthur stifled a yawn, moving back to his desk. "Can you do me a favor and make me some tea? I think I'm going to need to pull an all nighter."

Francis sighed, noting the serious look on Arthur's face before nodding. "Fine. I'll be back shortly, but no paperwork tomorow."

He took his time in Angleterre's kitchen before he came back upstairs, the smell of earl grey tea coming from the teapot on the tray before him. "Listen Arthur, I was thinking, maybe we could go to the park or…"

His voice faded as he looked at the sleeping form slumped over the desk, snoring slightly as his incredibly fuzzy eyebrows twitched.

Despite himself, Francis found himself smiling at Arthur. "Or maybe we could go sailing." He said, gently picking up Arthur and carrying him bridal style. "Your lady sea misses you terribly, and I can see you miss her too when you think no one's watching." He gently carried Arthur to his room and set him on the bed, pausing only to pull off Angleterre's socks and shoes. For a second, he thought about leaving Arthur like that, but as he turned, he felt a tug at his sleeve. Looking down, he saw Arthur's hand on his arm, pulling the hand close to his chest before he let it go.

Francis smiled, pulling off his own socks and shoes, climbing into the bed next to Arthur, wrapping his arms around Arthur, pulling him close. Almost in immediate response, Arthur moved closer to Francis, nuzzling his head into the Frenchman's chest. Francis closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of his beloved Angeleterre.

The creak of floorboards sent Francis' eyes flying open, and he immediately stiffened, tightening his hold on Arthur, shielding the other man from any form of attack.

Fae chuckled from the doorway. "Awww, aren't you two the cutest. I didn't think you'd get this far Francis, especially not after that little stunt today."

Francis glanced at the teen-aged girl in the doorway. "With Arthur, it's all I can ever hope for."

Fae fell silent for a minute, simply leaning on the doorframe. After a long moment, she moved to the bed, sitting on the end. "So, how did it go? The vacation plan?"

Francis bit his lip. "Better than I expected. He took it almost in stride…"

Fae nodded her head, smiling slightly. She had been the one who had planted the idea of a vacation into Francis' head and helped him formulate how to get Arthur on break. "I was almost certain it was going to be impossible after that proposal at the UN meeting." She shook her head. "And you call yourself the country of romance. And I thought Alfred was insane when he said Arthur could get mad."

Francis grinned sheepishly at the small girl. "If you thought he was mad then, you should have seen when I tried the second time."

Fae groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Dear lord, I'm surprised you still have the thing you think with and were still able to share a bed with him. Do you do the huge, loud proposals in the hopes he won't have the heart to turn you down when everyone's watching, or just to annoy the hell out of him?"

Francis sighed, looking down at the sleeping man in his arms. "I know Fae. Mon dieu… But I have high hopes that he'll accept when we become mortal sometime this week."

Fae nodded, staring at Arthur. "And if he doesn't?"

Francis' grip tightened around Arthur, pulling him even closer. "I'm hoping his lady love will work. I want him to find himself Fae. If he doesn't …" At the last bit, his voice died, but Fae nodded, understanding what he meant.

She stood, stretching. "Well, I'm going to finish whatever Arthur was doing in the study. I'll let you old timers get back to your… activities…." She said with a slow smile.

Francis laughed. "Well, I called Matthew, and he'll be arriving tomorrow to help you." He looked down at Arthur. "I just want him happy Fae. Is that so terrible?"

Fae nodded. "Only when you leave me out of the loop about the workload. Which reminds me, thanks for remembering to tell me I had to do paperwork while you two are gone."

Francis chuckled. "Better get some sleep. You'll need it tomorrow."

Fae rolled her eyes. "Well, have fun with Arthur."

Francis could see what she was instigating, and to toy with her, he wiggled his eyebrows. "Can't. He's probably too tired. But you can join me if you want."

Fae shook her head, smiling slightly like Francis was missing something huge. "Francis, you'll get nowhere with Arthur as long as you flirt excessively with everyone. Try to tone it down a couple thousand clicks, and maybe you'll find Arthur a lot easier to deal with."

Francis bit his lip as Fae left the room, looking down at the man in his arms. "Good night mon ange. I'll see you tomorrow, but have sweet dreams as I dream of you…" He muttered, closing his eyes, quickly falling asleep.

Here's my pride and joy, Mon Ange! ^^ My Ane-chan and I wrote over the summer via texting, and it was epic. Loved how the story turned out. Decided to write it down. Wasn't going to post it for a while though... But Ane-chan found out its not up. So here it is. =n=

reviews are welcome! ^^ I do enjoy reviews... and Fae won't have to bother with sicking her older brother on you!

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Katie- -waves- I'll post the second chapter soon! I hope!