Francis Bonnefoy never admitted he had a problem. He did have a lot of one night stands. And he couldn't recall the last time he had a real relationship with anyone. But he was a romantic at heart. He even lived in France, the country of love. How could he never fall in love?

He sighed heavily as he swept his blonde hair from his face and stood from his seat. The view of the lovely Eiffel Tower made him pause and a light laugh escaped his mouth. It was too early to think of such serious things such as his problem finding love. Perhaps it was nothing more than being picky or maybe he wasn't meant to find love.

Today was going to be glorious anyway. Francis grabbed the handle of his suitcase that had been beside his seat. It was sad to leave his beloved Paris even if would be for a few days. But it couldn't be helped that he had a meeting to attend in London. He sighed again, thinking of gloomy skies. With a final glance at the Eiffel Tower, he walked out his door. "Au revoir, mon Paris."

Arthur Kirkland adjusted his tie and grumbled angrily. He hated early morning meetings. It didn't help that he had overslept and had to skip breakfast. He hoped the meeting would go by quickly and he would have a secured deal to give to his boss, Ludwig. Holding his briefcase tightly in one hand, he walked quickly to the meeting room and opened the door. Arthur stopped short as he was met with a blond man, lounging in his chair. The man looked up at his entry and smiled kindly. He stood up. "Bonjour, I am Francis Bonnefoy. The head of the Paris division." He extended a hand.

Arthur blushed lightly and quickly shook Francis' hand. The man had gorgeous blue eyes and a voice tinted with a French accent. Even from where Arthur stood, he could smell roses. "Good day, I am Arthur Kirkland."

Francis was just as taken aback at the sight of the Englishman. His cute bushy eyebrows and the way he blushed made him all the more appealing. Francis made a note to try to take him to bed. He sat down again and pulled out a pair of glasses. "Let's get this over with, mon cher. London is too rainy for moi to stay long."

"Bloody frog." The words escaped Arthur's mouth before he could stop them. He held his breath as he waited for Francis to be insulted. But the man instead laughed and put on his glasses. Arthur thought it made him all the more handsome. He sat down and placed his briefcase on table, opening it. "Let us begin then."

Four hours. Francis had enough as he took off his glasses and pushed the paper away. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, aware of Arthur's green eyes on him. "I say we break for lunch, non? My treat."

Arthur looked at the spreadsheet on the table, biting his lip. "No, no. I'll pay. You are a guest here in London."

Francis shook his head and ran a hand through hs blond hair. "Non. I know a little place around the block here. It is très magnifique."

Arthur sighed as he nodded. "Fine, but only this one time. The next tab is on me, Francis." He stood up and jumped as Francis put a hand on his hip. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, frog?!"

"My apologies, mon cher. But I couldn't resist any longer. You are that beautiful." Francis watched, delighted, as a lovely blush colored Arthur's cheeks. He removed his hand. "Shall we go?"

Arthur nodded, allowing Francis to place his hand on his shoulder. A more appropriate place in Arthur's opinion. Now that Francis was closer, the smell of roses was stronger and sweeter. He wondered what the man was like. He knew well not to get his hopes up. Arthur was as unlucky in love as Francis.

Author's Note: First fanfic ever. Kind of awesome. Anyway, the characters here aren't mine, they are Himaruya's. I plan on including other couples in the upcoming chapters but I want to see how the first chapter goes. Sorry for shortness of first chapter.