Bastille day!
France was very excited about Bastille day and wanted to celebrate with everyone. Unfortunately, everyone he asked were "busy" except for England. England arrived at half past seven. France, who was all dressed up for the occasion, opened the door with a wide grin on his face. "Bonjour Art'ur! Do come in." England walked in and sat at the table, which was set with british food. "What's this, Francis?" he asked suspiciously. The frenchman replied with "I tried making some of zhe... finer british dishez." England took his seat while France finished setting everything out.
England took a bite of the food and scoffed, not willing to admit that the frenchman cooked his food better than he did. France raised his eyebrow, "Do you not like it?" England had nothing to say. He just sipped some wine that was on the table.
After they finished eating, they celebrated with some wine. Unfortunately, the brit couldn't hold the alcohol and started complaining about every little thing. France decided it was time to bring the brit to the bedroom, so he picked him up, bridal style.
The brit blushed and started yelling, "Put me down you git! I can walk!" France only replied with "Without tripping?"
Along the way France had to change how he was carrying the brit, so now the brit's legs were wrapped around his waist, and the brit was looking in his eyes with mixed emotions. "Put me down- hic- Frog face- hic." "Not until you're in bed." replied the french man.
When they were in the room, france untangled the brit from him and put the brit on the bed. Then he started taking off the brit's clothes. "HEY! w-what are you doing?! Stop it frog face!" "I'm getting you ready for bed, since you can't 'andle it on your own." He finished taking off the brit's shirt.
France turned to leave after he had finished undressing the brit. "Where the bloody hell do you think you're going?!" "To get you night clozhes." "I don't need any!" He grabbed the frenchman's arm and pulled him to the bed. "You're staying here!" France rolled his eyes "i'm starting to regret giving you wine..." The brit was being to assertive for France to handle and the frenchman was starting to panic a little, but hid it well.
The brit started taking off the frenchman's clothes. "Art'ur?! what are you doing?!" "I still haven't given you your present." the brit replied. The frenchman raised a brow, knowing where this was going, but wanted to make sure he wasn't dreaming, "Present?" "To give you the greatest pleasure." replied the brit.
Although France had a few fantasies about the brit, he knew it probably wouldn't happen, but at the moment he just wanted them to remain fantasies. He knew that he would regret taking advantage of the brit at this time. He tried pushing the brit off him, but the brit kept him pinned to the bed. "Get off moi! You're ruining mon anniversaire!"
The brit suddenly snapped out of it and got off. "I-I'm sorry Francis... I didn't mean to..."
France buttoned up his shirt, "Uh... I'll sleep on the couch," said the frenchman and grabbed a blanket and left. England started crying as soon as France left the room.
France curled up on the couch hugging the blanket. "I can't believe Art'ur would do zhat... i wazn't prepared at all."
England was sulking in the bedroom when he finally decided to check on France. He walked into the living room, approaching the frenchman cautiously. "Francis...?" France looked up with sad eyes. "I-I... didn't mean to... I'm terribly sorry Francis" France patted the couch hinting for the brit to sit. England sat down and said apology after apology. "It'z alright Art'ur. I know it wazn't your fault." France kissed England on the cheek and said good night.