Francis panted, grinning over at Arthur, his entire body aching from their previous scuffle. The Brit had a bruise on his right cheek, a scrape on his elbow, but his green eyes were bright and alive.

Arthur was looking up at the clear sky, his arms folded behind his head and a smirk gracing his lips. "I won."

Francis huffed and propped himself up on his elbow, pouting over at him. "You most certainly did not!" he retorted, reaching over and poking his cheek. Arthur swatted his hand away.

"No! I definitely won, you frog!" he retorted rolling his eyes. "You only win when-" He paused, biting his lip as a dark blush spread over his face. "You know what? Never mind."

Francis smirked, rolling over so that his nose was almost touching the Brit's ear. "What? When do I win?"

Arthur sat up in an attempt to get away from him, crossing his arms over his chest. "Nothing! Just forget about it!"

Francis clicked his tongue and sat up, wrapping his arms around him from behind. "But now I'm curious~"

Arthur shot him a half-hearted glare. "What are you doing?"

Francis snuck a kiss on his cheek, causing the Brit to blush darker and attempt to squirm away. Francis turned him around, leaning forward and pinning him against the grassy ground.

"Your voice is the soundtrack of my summer~" he murmured, leaning his forehead against his, letting their lips brush together. Arthur blinked up at him, his eyes widening at the position they were in.

"What are you doing?!" he demanded softly, leaning into the Frenchman's touch nonetheless. "Someone will see us…"

Francis chuckled softly. "I don't care," he murmured in response. Arthur just blushed and stayed silent, which Francis took as an invitation to continue as he ran his fingers along his jaw.

"Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors," he whispered as he pressed his lips against his. Arthur mumbled something before wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

"Can we stay here forever?" Francis asked softly once their lips parted.

"We can't," Arthur murmured in response, nestling his head into the curve of Francis' neck. "It's going to rain tomorrow."

Francis laughed lightly, sitting up and pulling the Brit into his lap. "Bring it on," he replied, his hands slipping down to gently grope him. Arthur snapped out of his daze, letting out a tiny yelp and squirming away from him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, you pervert?!" he demanded, tearing a clump of grass out of the ground and throwing it at him. Francis jumped to his feet, positively laughing his ass off.

"Did I win?" he shouted back as he dodged the clumps of soil and grass being thrown in his direction, running down the hill.

Arthur rolled his eyes, smiling nonetheless as he hurried after him, throwing his arms around the Frenchman's neck and kissing him.

"Maybe."