Arthur had always been shy about his feelings. He didn't want the others to know how he felt.

Considering that fact, it wasn't a very surprising thing that he didn't want the others to know about his relationship with his soon-to-be-husband-frog, who was better known as Francis.

"Come on now, mon cher! We've been together for six years… Couldn't we just tell?" the Frenchman whined as the two made their way to the world meeting. At first people had questioned why they came the same way, but they just shrugged to the question (and/or Arthur threw insults at the person until he was sure that they wouldn't repeat the question)

"Frog, we've talked about this for god knows how many times. I just don't want them to know, okay?" Arthur said, a small sigh escaping his lips.

"Fine…," Francis muttered, the disappointment clearly showed by his expression. Arthur, feeling guilty, reached his hand to brush his fingers softly against the Frenchman's hand. Francis smiled, quickly leaning in to peck Arthur's cheek. Then the two stepped into the meeting room.

The room was as noisy as always; Romano was shouting at Spain, America was being loud for no reason, Germany was yelling to Italy, Lithuania was screaming as Russia tried to hug him, Prussia was squealing as Hungary hit him with her frying pan…

Francis and Arthur rolled their eyes, then heading to their seats; Arthur next to Japan and Francis next to Canada.

Soon the meeting started and it went on just like usually.

Arthur glanced at the Frenchman across the table. He caught a hint of wistfulness in Francis' cerulean eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. He knew how much Francis wanted to be close to him, not only in the perverted meaning of closeness.

And sure, Arthur wanted to be close to him as well. He did love the Frenchman more than anything, after all. Maybe, just maybe, he would finally agree to tell to the others.

He snapped back to reality from his thoughts as he caught Francis wink at him. His automatic reaction was to look around to see if no one had noticed and then glare at the Frog. After doing that, he noticed Francis getting a bit more upset.

Arthur cursed under his breath. Why did he have to be so stubborn? He glanced down at the engagement ring in his finger. Francis had proposed to him two months ago. The Brit couldn't help but smile at the memory; it had been the most romantic day of his life - and the most passionate night as well.

Francis was a great boyfriend, and Arthur was sure that he was going to be the best husband as well. There was no reason to hide what they had.

"Hey, Frog," the Brit called, the other's rolling their eyes as they were expecting a fight. Francis raised one eyebrow at him, questioning look on his face.

"Oui, Angleterre?"

Arthur smiled and got up from his seat. He walked over to Francis and, being aware that the others were staring at him, climbed to sit on his lap, straddling him.

"I love you."

The whole room fell silent.

After a short moment, a soft chuckle was heard from the Frenchman and then the room was filled with cheering and applause as Francis pulled Arthur into a loving kiss.

It was then when America noticed the ring in Arthur's finger.

"Hey! Those dudes are getting married!"

Arthur blushed, hiding his face into the Frenchman's shoulder, the said man's arms around him bringing him comfort as the curious nations started to ask about their relationship. Francis politely answered to the questions, softly stroking Arthur's back to make sure the Brit wasn't feeling too scared or too embarrassed because of this.

A small smile playing on his lips, Arthur listened to the people talking. Everyone was happy for them… Maybe it wasn't so bad idea to let them know.