France walked into his house-no, mansion. It was way to be large to be classified as anything even near a normal house. He stepped into the huge entrance hall, and looked around. No one. That was odd. He proceeded to the kitchen, although since there were no nauseating odors emanating from it, the person he was looking for was probably not in there. No water running in the bathroom, so he wasn't taking a shower. He couldn't hear the TV, so that was another room crossed off the list. France began to systematically search his entire mansion, but the one he was looking for was nowhere to be found.
At this point, having methodically checked the entire first and second floors, France checked his watch to see the time after all his hunting.
"Ahhh, je sais…" France smiled at the face of the watch, having realized the date. He walked up the stairs quietly, finally making his way to the attic. He opened the door to see a spacious room, lined with bookcases and gently illuminated with sunlight, with a single person in the center, curled up in an overlarge armchair. France snuck across the floor, careful not to make any noise. If the one in the chair was occupied enough, he wouldn't notice him until it was too late to protest. Just the was France liked it.
"Angleterre~" France leaned over and planted a kiss on the mop of sandy blonde hair. "Have you been up here all day?"
England started, but continued to read. "Shush, you frog! I'm just getting to where Harry acquires Slughorn's memory!"
France just smiled, knowing that his lover would only be up for a while longer, seeing as he was mostly through with the 6th book… "You are really dedicated to what you love, mon cher."
"Of course I am." France could hear his Angleterre's scowl in his voice; so prominent was his annoyance at being interrupted. "Why else would I put up with your French ways all the time?"
France raised an eyebrow, of all responses he had not expected that one. "I'll bring your dinner up later, mon cher. And I suppose you'll end up sleeping in here once again."
"I might. Then again, if I read fast enough, I'll be done before it's too late… And you don't have to make dinner, I bought some pumpkin pasties and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans."
"Well, I'll be waiting for you, rosbif."
"I resent that nickname."
"But you don't deny it."
"…. Sod off, frog. I want to finish the book before sundown." England made a shooing motion with his hand, obviously telling France to go off and just be… well, France until he was finished reading.
"Well, I suppose I shall have to deal with it, since you shall make this up to me later."
"…"
"I get the hint, I'm leaving. Bonne nuit, mon amour."
After France had left, England could focus fully on the book again. "That frog," he mumbled. "Acting like it's such a big deal. Besides, July 31st is only one day a year…"